<?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-8718378243804589731</id><updated>2011-10-12T09:47:24.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.happy days.</title><subtitle type='html'>in the famous words of nathan piper " happy days "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-389089214618866076</id><published>2011-05-01T23:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:39:40.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.live.life.living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My life isn't perfect, far from it. As we all in a timeless journey in life pity races, i find no reason to run, nor sprint rather i try to stroll through with a silver laughter in my heart and my hands reaching out to every beautiful flower that blooms. So I'm out there, somewhere, having a time of my life, or maybe reading a crappy book but rest assure that ill be smiling in some way, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8718378243804589731-389089214618866076?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/389089214618866076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=389089214618866076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/389089214618866076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/389089214618866076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2011/05/livelifeliving.html' title='.live.life.living.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2471905789200205846</id><published>2011-02-22T13:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:31:37.958+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Closer'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/closer/images/p7101971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 550px;" src="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/closer/images/p7101971.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/179927903_d72527bd3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/179927903_d72527bd3c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I love this movie. At first i only watched it because of natalie portman. she is hotness, love her look at the art gallery. And found out that this movie is so awesome. Short yet dirty. The scene where Clive owne and natalie in the private room just shows the raw battle of men and woman. And the unforgettable line " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;have you seen the human heart? it looks like a fist wrapped in blood! " haha. awesome. the way i saw it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/la-vie-en-rose-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/la-vie-en-rose-poster-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20071106/425.vie.rose.110607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 315px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20071106/425.vie.rose.110607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; La vie en rose. Watch the first half with " &lt;/span&gt;le&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; sparkles " and watch it again two nights ago. Acted by the " &lt;/span&gt;mel&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; " from Inception. She played Edith Piaf so elegantly. She have the face, and the spirit in her. &lt;/span&gt;Mesmerise&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; by her voice of pure slunder. The language and dirty streets. haha. how can i not fall in love with Paris? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2471905789200205846?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2471905789200205846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2471905789200205846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2471905789200205846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2471905789200205846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2011/02/closer.html' title='.Closer&apos;'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/179927903_d72527bd3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1191630108509047842</id><published>2011-02-14T01:15:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:25:29.624+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Open mic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0004/8046/JunkOpenMic_16022011_std.jpg?1297222489"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 616px;" src="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0004/8046/JunkOpenMic_16022011_std.jpg?1297222489" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So heres the deal, im doing a show that night. contemporary dancing.. haha. just kidding. i cant dance to save my own nuts. im doing my own stand up gig. so do come and fake some laugh so that my feelings wont get offended. theres going to be alot of other awesome performances by other bands to tickle your music fancy. be there or be some other type of geometrical shapes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1191630108509047842?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1191630108509047842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1191630108509047842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1191630108509047842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1191630108509047842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2011/02/open-mic.html' title='.Open mic.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3337121394410730757</id><published>2011-02-07T12:16:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:42:57.008+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Super Sparkles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHkh_jDBxb0/SaJxd3DUiDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8c7Ld_u2kJA/s400/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHkh_jDBxb0/SaJxd3DUiDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8c7Ld_u2kJA/s400/kitchen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kitchen " - by Banana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yoshimoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this book from a very loving friend of mine as a birthday present. She owns one, and would not lend it to me for reason that actually makes sense, i cant remember the books i lend to people and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; return them to me. I am NOT a public library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this book is about death, memories and the human heart. How the whole world can be turned over by death and how the human heart precieve and recovers from it. I am not going to spoil the whole story for you but its just one of those book that will take your breath away on how they precieve a single moment and the discription of that moment is amazing. i'll wrap this up with the quote that got throught me like an spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;div class="quoteText"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;— Banana Yoshimoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3337121394410730757?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3337121394410730757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3337121394410730757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3337121394410730757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3337121394410730757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-sparkles.html' title='.Super Sparkles.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHkh_jDBxb0/SaJxd3DUiDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8c7Ld_u2kJA/s72-c/kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5053962740513082666</id><published>2011-01-11T11:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:10:55.422+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.blink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i saw that. maybe in time. who knows. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8718378243804589731-5053962740513082666?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5053962740513082666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5053962740513082666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5053962740513082666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5053962740513082666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/blink.html' title='.blink.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6337451217662759988</id><published>2010-10-23T00:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:43:53.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.liz lee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/news/l/lee_liz/green_hat_100223/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/news/l/lee_liz/green_hat_100223/281x211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6337451217662759988?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6337451217662759988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6337451217662759988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6337451217662759988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6337451217662759988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/10/liz-lee.html' title='.liz lee.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-9190727171428624694</id><published>2010-09-24T00:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:42:13.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since i've started my career as an aviator, i've met people from all over the world and looking forward to the others i still have to meet. But this entry is for those who we have lost in the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Chandrika Gaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Joanne Ethell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;In all my joy of flying and the adventure , There will always be a part of me that fear the worst might happen. That it might be my last flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some perpose we ought to re-examined " - &lt;/em&gt;Mignon McLaughlin ( &lt;em&gt;The Neurotic's Notebook )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-9190727171428624694?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9190727171428624694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=9190727171428624694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9190727171428624694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9190727171428624694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/silence.html' title='.silence.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-644869360970961499</id><published>2010-08-05T12:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:50:56.664+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Thankfull.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember how we ( my family and i ) use to go to Jusco Bukit Raja for dinner every ( mostly ) Friday. We'll go to the food court and ill order usually Yee mee. UMar and munir will get the nasi ayam and so on. And that time i was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But now i barely even go there. Now we go to bubba gumps and TGIFs. How things change. and how AN UNGRATEFUL PRICK! i am. The amount of money i have in my possesion ( not that much, but i wont starve ) is unimaginable to when i was younger. Those little things that i dont see now become visable. On how my dad saves money, and how my mum control our spending. And now im spending on shit that i could live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;things change. but i must not forget to be thankfull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-644869360970961499?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/644869360970961499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=644869360970961499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/644869360970961499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/644869360970961499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankfull.html' title='.Thankfull.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3838026409160585087</id><published>2010-07-27T23:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:30:33.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.The bend is with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;For those Star wars- Yogi fans like me, this is how we should roll. HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e404vbiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BQAyLRwyCKg/s1600/hsdgsdhgisj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498577262916628002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e404vbiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BQAyLRwyCKg/s320/hsdgsdhgisj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e4dmPOpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y0sSAbKUFKo/s1600/hhsigd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498577256665004690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e4dmPOpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y0sSAbKUFKo/s320/hhsigd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e3w5iYRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m3XJnQb97_s/s1600/euiohgoshdisdk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498577244666355986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e3w5iYRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m3XJnQb97_s/s320/euiohgoshdisdk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e3D8a00I/AAAAAAAAAVc/l7zniQlcVVk/s1600/hgetklhslsdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498577232598848322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e3D8a00I/AAAAAAAAAVc/l7zniQlcVVk/s320/hgetklhslsdg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e2yjcp8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/tpAQI7FhQ3o/s1600/eieieeieie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498577227930707906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e2yjcp8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/tpAQI7FhQ3o/s320/eieieeieie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ehtveiXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TrhDasH6ARs/s1600/ATT00001CA18LWEK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576865861732722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ehtveiXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TrhDasH6ARs/s320/ATT00001CA18LWEK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ehBfufHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wMKkHOs4FR4/s1600/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576853984509042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ehBfufHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wMKkHOs4FR4/s320/ATT00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7egnVvzII/AAAAAAAAAU8/E-Z8-ucJ6_g/s1600/324352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576846963330178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7egnVvzII/AAAAAAAAAU8/E-Z8-ucJ6_g/s320/324352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7egIodlcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZCFOZKee-4o/s1600/33232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576838720329154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7egIodlcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZCFOZKee-4o/s320/33232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ef-bjrXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ot2-Bv2FvR8/s1600/1215htt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498576835981847922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7ef-bjrXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ot2-Bv2FvR8/s320/1215htt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.happy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3838026409160585087?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3838026409160585087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3838026409160585087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3838026409160585087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3838026409160585087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/bend-is-with-you.html' title='.The bend is with you.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TE7e404vbiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BQAyLRwyCKg/s72-c/hsdgsdhgisj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2900884269046230010</id><published>2010-07-26T01:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:14:19.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Major Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TExUDs8uR1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/x5Nsx-iaUc0/s1600/tumblr_l5pqjwyOyh1qa2wawo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497861667694724946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TExUDs8uR1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/x5Nsx-iaUc0/s320/tumblr_l5pqjwyOyh1qa2wawo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because  Major Weekend * Salut * deserve a proper ending. mmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2900884269046230010?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2900884269046230010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2900884269046230010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2900884269046230010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2900884269046230010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/major-weekend.html' title='.Major Weekend.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TExUDs8uR1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/x5Nsx-iaUc0/s72-c/tumblr_l5pqjwyOyh1qa2wawo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1678920590179184559</id><published>2010-07-01T20:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:26:33.988+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.yes i was abducted by aliens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCxtAykLmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eqSEribsIDg/s1600/tumblr_l4v4pos9Ne1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488881906198747586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCxtAykLmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eqSEribsIDg/s320/tumblr_l4v4pos9Ne1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think about you everyday. But i hide it so well because i dont think i'll survive the second time around. If you are reading this, i just want you to know that i am very proud of who you are and who you are becoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1678920590179184559?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1678920590179184559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1678920590179184559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1678920590179184559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1678920590179184559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-i-was-abducted-by-aliens.html' title='.yes i was abducted by aliens.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCxtAykLmcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eqSEribsIDg/s72-c/tumblr_l4v4pos9Ne1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7124129772855039424</id><published>2010-06-28T22:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:49:21.902+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Forever and forever and forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiaz6n53OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-HA2kCq7e7o/s1600/tumblr_l4pfvpCcyU1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487806362651581666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiaz6n53OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-HA2kCq7e7o/s320/tumblr_l4pfvpCcyU1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiazbioklI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z6uYEDUCGgk/s1600/tumblr_l4peo9hXCc1qzmcwlo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487806354307977810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiazbioklI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z6uYEDUCGgk/s320/tumblr_l4peo9hXCc1qzmcwlo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiay1vFINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p4qeVpSN3Zo/s1600/tumblr_kvv69n6ycO1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487806344159633618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiay1vFINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/p4qeVpSN3Zo/s320/tumblr_kvv69n6ycO1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;" I love you forever "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what grinds my gears? People in early relationships. and when i say early, the range is about 10 months below ( yeah. anything after is an achievement ). And when i say people i mean YOU! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. kidding. some, not all. I hate those people who say "&lt;em&gt; i love you like forever and ever till dust pour out of me when i cut myself because you are not here to love me the way you do anymore&lt;/em&gt; " kinda things, you know?? I feel those powerful words are thrown around too easily here that its does not mean as much anymore. Myself, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; say it if i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mean it. I always believe in that and because of that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fckd&lt;/span&gt; my share of relationship. But if she wants me to lie and say i did, when i am not sure of, but i do have strong feelings about her, then you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know me that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not going to deny, i am a hardcore lover when it comes to relationships. And when i say what i said, i really mean it with all my heart. Not half &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; just to fit the situation and because you feel like you need reinsurance that what you feel is true. You know what? sometimes its not that easy, sometimes it takes time. And time i can give, but i wont settle for anything less or even a lie. And yes, you are lying. I see it all the time, Boy meets girl, Boy flirt on girl, Girl flirt back, And they both think that they know everything about each other, they got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and then " i like to wear woman's undies when i go out " ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SAYY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WHHAT&lt;/span&gt;! ). It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; go down like that, but u get the idea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why i prefer to use the line " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; seeing someone " rather than the line " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; with someone ", because honestly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what i do, we are there to see if she/ he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; fit. Its like all the fun without the pressure. And when you are ready, you hold that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So please stop throwing those cheap words around. ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought of the day : " this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;.. " wait for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itt&lt;/span&gt; ".. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lightful&lt;/span&gt;! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7124129772855039424?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7124129772855039424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7124129772855039424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7124129772855039424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7124129772855039424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/forever-and-forever-and-forever.html' title='.Forever and forever and forever.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCiaz6n53OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-HA2kCq7e7o/s72-c/tumblr_l4pfvpCcyU1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4679196972437437946</id><published>2010-06-27T15:30:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:39:35.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Infinate playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCbkvf5d1vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/crzAZJGTUEE/s1600/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487324700665042674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCbkvf5d1vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/crzAZJGTUEE/s320/DSC00212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCbkJ5NG5YI/AAAAAAAAATk/1OSdpELaksA/s1600/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487324054623282562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCbkJ5NG5YI/AAAAAAAAATk/1OSdpELaksA/s320/DSC00211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. This is my " infinate playlist " Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so i went to Klpac for urbanscapes without a ticket, so i wasnt really expecting much rather then too see some good friends and hope that ill find some cool stuff to to get, My 2nd brother and his wife decided to come along. So where were there, met some familiar faces. and after a 2 hours of eye gazing mud cover shoe walking, We decided to go go back. Oh, i joinded  the " Poco Poco " dancing thing infront of the Angkat rumah project because i iz awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So when we were walking to the car, a familiar face magicly apear and the timing couldnt be better, Its my cousin Halim. He told me because he's performing with his band that night, he ask me to stay and hang with him. So after 2 microseconds of thinking, i said " hell yeaaa Mother*****!!  " haha. So he scored me a free ticet in exchange i became his bonzer/Guitar tech ( angkat guitar je padehal ). So i went backstage to the dressing room and all the other bands were there too, i dont care much about that, but hey, its cool to be back there. ( literally cool, sbb kat luar panas. ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I was introduced to IamSam ( not real name ). She was.. well.. i have no idea why she's there, but i dont have any excuse for myself also, so freak it. Because Halim is all busy with his stuff and all that jazz, IamSam and i ended up chatting it up, she is verrry cool, and very intersting. We talk about ourselves  and " the man ", laugh had some grub and danced, suprisingly she's very open about herself that night, told me about how she's going to go " soul searching " because she wants to discover more about herself. i admire that, and because of that she iz awesome. She offered me  a ride back, but i already have my own escape route. everything is going great right??? and so i thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i letf Klpac at about 10.00, just enought time to get to the sentul station and take a direct train to klang. So after goodbye and hugs and kisses, i went off and my cousin came to me and said " tak cuzz laa kalau aku tak hantar atleast pg ktm ". So i agreed to let him drive me there. And from the concert area, to the car it took us about 20 minutes just because halim and i stumble upon a couple of old friends. With tons of " heyy! apa cerita sekarang  " and the " sombong ehh " we got into the car and drove off.. and i just realized, i forgot where the station is. fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So we drove around, with the thought a blinking Fuel indicator and confusion in our eyes, and after asking a number of random people, we found it! its not over yet, the station looks like its going through some renovation. As i was walking trying to find the entry, i saw the Arival Time board do-hikkey. I was there at 10.45 and the train was schedual to arrive at 10.50. which i guess was the last train. And as i was searching the guard scraemed " wey! ini station tutop la dey! mana bukaa! ". Fuck.. i am screwed. my only escape route failed me. So Halim start throwing some crazy idea around, like a Drive and Ditch.  but at the end, we worked out a plan to stay at my eldest brother place but i still have to get there. So in the train at 11.30 alone, i backtrack to my weekend advanture, and it was AWESOME!! HAHAHA. even when my getaway plan kinda sunk, and in my wallet i only have 4 ringgit and a 7 ringgit Touch N Go card. I made it through an awesome day, free ticket, free food and great company. All and all. this is my Infinate playlist momment. Man i love KL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and thanks to everyone who i met there and to those guys who i have forgotton your name,  dont feel sad, i dont remember my brothers name sometimes, im just that cool with names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought of the day: " huh? yeah i use the word " awesome " alot, its like the soup of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4679196972437437946?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4679196972437437946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4679196972437437946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4679196972437437946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4679196972437437946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/infinate-playlist.html' title='.Infinate playlist.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCbkvf5d1vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/crzAZJGTUEE/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-646010708093061561</id><published>2010-06-24T02:05:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:00:01.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Silver sleds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCI4rjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAATU/wdSV8zqc9R4/s1600/tumblr_l4h3vnhhMr1qc84qlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486009617036927474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCI4rjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAATU/wdSV8zqc9R4/s320/tumblr_l4h3vnhhMr1qc84qlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCI4rBhoneI/AAAAAAAAATM/83Wm7FXemDE/s1600/tumblr_l4gge7WZ6t1qaktsro1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486009607885725154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCI4rBhoneI/AAAAAAAAATM/83Wm7FXemDE/s320/tumblr_l4gge7WZ6t1qaktsro1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What ever happen when seeing someone was all about having fun? When you dont think about what catastrophe awaits us next, but we flow through the night wasting our youth on cans of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Red bull&lt;/span&gt; and cigarettes. Where is all the meaningless flirting and the cosmic attraction, when sights crossed and a honest smile brought you further then anything mind blowingly possible. Moving in a crowd and where public opinion is at the far corner of your mind and all in your view is them and sweet sweet noise. The corner filled with a pack of an excuse for a 4 way tokyo hotel with arms crossed trying so hard to fit in the not so " fit in " crowd. Where the real party is in our awesomly fit jeans that is full of nights in them. We wave and throw " hello's " in a place that is never satisfied with the social Super Nova in the city where street lights seems to be so judgemental. Tacky shirts and synthetic subtance on their heads which melts into milky like liquid drips like most unholy. Without soulful heart, all this yellow beams is meaningless through the eyes of the stiff smith. Get on the unstopable train of young distruction and leather everything ( not real leather, we dont do that stuff ). Partly sentimental but more of a romantic notion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh.. the true geek afair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&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/8718378243804589731-646010708093061561?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/646010708093061561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=646010708093061561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/646010708093061561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/646010708093061561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-ever-happen-when-seeing-someone.html' title='.Silver sleds.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCI4rjnc4fI/AAAAAAAAATU/wdSV8zqc9R4/s72-c/tumblr_l4h3vnhhMr1qc84qlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1510796016483582667</id><published>2010-06-23T05:57:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:32:16.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Riverted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCEV6U8ux3I/AAAAAAAAATE/iwAv1acWkhA/s1600/tumblr_l4eb1zc3ea1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485689912914003826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCEV6U8ux3I/AAAAAAAAATE/iwAv1acWkhA/s320/tumblr_l4eb1zc3ea1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why i am writing at 4am in the morning you ask? because i cheated on Sleep with a nap and now payback is a bitch. Enjoy the late night poetry wonder.. phhtt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you remember that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;or even the silence of Sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where he was talking to walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i see nothing but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you remember that argument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;or even what was thrown around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I said you are Stronger than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then you shut me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you thought about that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;or even dream about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the best memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;or are u just going to pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel you here with me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;For you are, still and always will be lady adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have i given up you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;More of letting it be, does that please you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because tonight are those blue moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where i am honestly missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1510796016483582667?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1510796016483582667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1510796016483582667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1510796016483582667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1510796016483582667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-i-am-writing-at-4am-in-morning-you.html' title='.Riverted.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TCEV6U8ux3I/AAAAAAAAATE/iwAv1acWkhA/s72-c/tumblr_l4eb1zc3ea1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3883558964048771811</id><published>2010-06-20T23:23:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:18:16.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Amigos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4bszCgHfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KK_TKJx7ZVM/s1600/tumblr_l4932yLkDQ1qa0c2fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484851852612738546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4bszCgHfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KK_TKJx7ZVM/s320/tumblr_l4932yLkDQ1qa0c2fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4bsYxcuWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zJJSB_FNTfs/s1600/tumblr_l4b3dzmlFG1qzernio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484851845561891170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4bsYxcuWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zJJSB_FNTfs/s320/tumblr_l4b3dzmlFG1qzernio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4brarf7QI/AAAAAAAAASs/QjxJbk7uB1A/s1600/tumblr_l4asm6KITc1qzmcwlo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484851828893936898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4brarf7QI/AAAAAAAAASs/QjxJbk7uB1A/s320/tumblr_l4asm6KITc1qzmcwlo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have u been a good friend?? Before u answer that question, i want you to think about it. Im not goint to use cheesy lines or inspirational tags. im just honestly asking. I dont think i have been one. i neglected my friends due to my studies and issues. But i am trying my best to make things right. and i want to try harder. Answer me this. Have u &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; deny a friend of help? when he or she really needed you, were you there? Have u ever in the slightest thought of mind though " Ergh. Malas aa layan dia ni " and for all you know, when you deny them, it kills them inside. How about the words that you said, do you think sometime that its abit too much? a cut too deep?. Have u ponder on the sacrifice that they did for you, the extra minute they ran for you?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did. And i found that i am not such a good friend. I always thought that i was. But i neglect many of them. I always thought that because i travel the extra mile, and sometime treat them to lunch occasionaly, i am good enough. Like i did my part. But i realize now that i havent. I was gone for some time, and when i came back, i didnt recognize most of my friends, and most of my friends dont recognize me. Ive change i understand, you guys did too. And im sorry i wasnt there too change with you. But i do treasure the time we had, and im trying to hold on to what was there. I understand things will not be the same but who wants it to be?. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now answer me. and answer honest. Have you been a good friend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3883558964048771811?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3883558964048771811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3883558964048771811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3883558964048771811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3883558964048771811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/amigos.html' title='.Amigos.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/TB4bszCgHfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KK_TKJx7ZVM/s72-c/tumblr_l4932yLkDQ1qa0c2fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-9089800705199659929</id><published>2010-06-11T13:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:47:26.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Rule 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how small this this place we are inhabiting seems to be sometimes. Tooottally messed up Rule number 3; Don't go out with friend of a friend.  Or in my case. someone i use to know. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-9089800705199659929?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9089800705199659929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=9089800705199659929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9089800705199659929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9089800705199659929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/rule-3.html' title='.Rule 3'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1069212918588386265</id><published>2010-06-07T14:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:07:51.157+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Family guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/260Kdpm2Bng71yj5gDyIHiX2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 363px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/260Kdpm2Bng71yj5gDyIHiX2o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what anyone say. It is too early for me to meet any. Im sorry that you think it would be fine. but in my book its not. it was naive of you to think so. Dont say i didnt try~ huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1069212918588386265?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1069212918588386265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1069212918588386265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1069212918588386265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1069212918588386265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-guy.html' title='.Family guy.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1600757124675236553</id><published>2010-05-26T22:40:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:05:51.319+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Knighthood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZCy3PTTI/AAAAAAAAASk/9VKU2jHIF2g/s1600/tumblr_l3019wqd4B1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475560247242882434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZCLspfYI/AAAAAAAAASU/MXsU5DF0dIM/s320/tumblr_l2zhsfgNQu1qz5rrto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZBpcH6RI/AAAAAAAAASM/IgwBM_uHd4k/s1600/tumblr_l2zhqubd341qz5rrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475560238046767378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZBpcH6RI/AAAAAAAAASM/IgwBM_uHd4k/s320/tumblr_l2zhqubd341qz5rrto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZBPM9BKI/AAAAAAAAASE/AtCKFSk7tZo/s1600/tumblr_l1rbbcI5vg1qzkfbpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475560231003817122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZBPM9BKI/AAAAAAAAASE/AtCKFSk7tZo/s320/tumblr_l1rbbcI5vg1qzkfbpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Growing up in my family i realize that i have grow to an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to be attached to material things. Not saying that i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have sentimental value, but to achieve such standard the item must reach a certain par. like for instance the deck of used calling cards i keep to remind me to be careful in what i give to people and what to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; ( deep stuff eh? ). I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; grew up with much, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have fancy toys, consoles or even awesome power rangers bags ( u know the one where they look like the ranger's mask? with cool lights ). I grew up with 5 pm cartoons, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bibo's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nano's&lt;/span&gt; ( these are a form of torture from my brothers ) , Climbing trees and the occasional Baseball. I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the reason i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have any urge to buy anything. I do the occasional clothes shopping here and there. But i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the urge to splurge. ( except for those purple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mocs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;craazzayy&lt;/span&gt; ). I am thankful for this condition, i spend more money on people. More money on food. and more money on things i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i wish &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cetain&lt;/span&gt; things never happen, but they did. i hope something will, but it never did. I never thought i would be circled by Great friends and good people. We put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; out there to get hurt, to be cursed upon. We gain a couple of enemies and we make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of good friends. we found love and we lost some. at the end its those sweet sweet memories that we make us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; at times where we need it the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand? Woman. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, i found this group " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cari&lt;/span&gt; MEN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;senang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; Gentleman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; ". or " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chivalry&lt;/span&gt; is dead ". I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; believe in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chivilry&lt;/span&gt; but i also believe in sexual equality. I've seen people who take advantage of this act and i now understand the line " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chivalry&lt;/span&gt; was murdered by a woman. ". But do understand what it means, Its an act of valor, generosity and respect. If a guy offer you his jacket. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chivalry&lt;/span&gt;. If he holds the door for you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chivalry&lt;/span&gt;. Paying for your dinner is not an act of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chivalry&lt;/span&gt;. I gone on dates that the other person &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have the courtesy of taking out her purse and acting like she's trying to pay, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; ill pay for the first dinner not for tradition, but for the fact of gratitude but hey, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ' Expect ' it from a mate. If i really like that person i usually split the bill, why? because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; cool like that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;. you know what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; talking about? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; abuse right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So tell me. Do u think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chivalry&lt;/span&gt; is still alive in the heart of men today? and what is the best ct of it that u have experience? ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phhtt&lt;/span&gt;.. like anyone is going to answer this . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought of the day : " ouch. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kaku&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1600757124675236553?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1600757124675236553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1600757124675236553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1600757124675236553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1600757124675236553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/knighthood.html' title='.Knighthood.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_0ZCy3PTTI/AAAAAAAAASk/9VKU2jHIF2g/s72-c/tumblr_l3019wqd4B1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2803341417597277800</id><published>2010-05-20T23:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:45:18.907+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ3dNwORI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8G_IrkvewQs/s1600/tumblr_l2jcsmZ96a1qa3o5to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362139222653202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ3dNwORI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8G_IrkvewQs/s320/tumblr_l2jcsmZ96a1qa3o5to1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ3KgppdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6kSyhRZ7zHA/s1600/tumblr_l2jfjfj8h51qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362134201640402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ3KgppdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6kSyhRZ7zHA/s320/tumblr_l2jfjfj8h51qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ20S7R_I/AAAAAAAAARs/RreFPefWOVA/s1600/tumblr_l2kwhgPsW81qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362128238495730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ20S7R_I/AAAAAAAAARs/RreFPefWOVA/s320/tumblr_l2kwhgPsW81qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJYl9XWBI/AAAAAAAAARc/pDmCPT6u0wo/s1600/tumblr_l2jfjfj8h51qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJYX6j8YI/AAAAAAAAARU/unekq2KeI1o/s1600/tumblr_l2jcsmZ96a1qa3o5to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI3N6d2BI/AAAAAAAAARM/EYUtGgtuIek/s1600/tumblr_l2i8yhKrtz1qz4d60o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473361035603597330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI3N6d2BI/AAAAAAAAARM/EYUtGgtuIek/s320/tumblr_l2i8yhKrtz1qz4d60o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI2wQysPI/AAAAAAAAARE/wU0qY1_P2Mc/s1600/tumblr_l2hqr1eJr21qafzl9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473361027644174578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI2wQysPI/AAAAAAAAARE/wU0qY1_P2Mc/s320/tumblr_l2hqr1eJr21qafzl9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI2Fyy9HI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VRyWMatyi5M/s1600/tumblr_l2haqg8pEj1qbp60jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473361016244073586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI2Fyy9HI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VRyWMatyi5M/s320/tumblr_l2haqg8pEj1qbp60jo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI17b4YvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S_NV4u7J22I/s1600/tumblr_l2fr9jzWsq1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473361013463606002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VI17b4YvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S_NV4u7J22I/s320/tumblr_l2fr9jzWsq1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO HOO. chivelry is dead. YOU killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2803341417597277800?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2803341417597277800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2803341417597277800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2803341417597277800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2803341417597277800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/boo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S_VJ3dNwORI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8G_IrkvewQs/s72-c/tumblr_l2jcsmZ96a1qa3o5to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3665688941209825163</id><published>2010-04-14T09:27:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:39:25.299+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Gasp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S8T-H7p8wJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7HyA8WlC8_8/s1600/tumblr_l0u8etfD1K1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S8T-H7p8wJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7HyA8WlC8_8/s320/tumblr_l0u8etfD1K1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459768060506062994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i forgot to breathe when i saw you. Its like those nights when you can seem to get a gasp of air, and at your last second, a rush of air and all around you seem to seize in movement as if time itself is waiting for your mind to bury its feet back into the reality that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3665688941209825163?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3665688941209825163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3665688941209825163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3665688941209825163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3665688941209825163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/gasp.html' title='.Gasp.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S8T-H7p8wJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7HyA8WlC8_8/s72-c/tumblr_l0u8etfD1K1qzmcwlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1388431981258878332</id><published>2010-04-06T14:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:35:39.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ha Ha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0eqofWkoU1qzgvkeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0eqofWkoU1qzgvkeo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes humor so important to a person? lets face it, nobody wants to be around someone who is always emo-ing with regrets about his life ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Also, you would rather be around people with a good sense of humor then someone with good looks? What is this action we call " laughing "? A movement of the diaphragm that pushes out air with certain pause that makes a sound like no other. How do we laugh? why??. what does it do? ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use humor for everything, different type of humor have different place in timing. Like a joke about woman is funny if you are hanging out , but if u did it in the office , you would be reading this in a  sexual harassment meeting. Its all about the right timing and the wrong one. im not saying the right timing is the right time, but sometimes the wrong one is the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is more than a good time. you might not know it, but try making someone laugh on your first date. i trust that it will be a memorable one. Laughing destroy the wall you built between two people. you are slowly putting your guard down, and that is the time where you see people the most. bare and as they are. People are more relax and not afraid to relieve themselves of that heavy burden of being something that you are suppose to be. But for this plan to actually work, the " listener " need to actually listen, its useless if your date dont know how to shut the F up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have their own taste in comedy. Myself, i love Sarcasm, dark humor and jokes that are true or even things that regularly happen to you but seen in a different point of view. I do not find fart jokes and weird noises funny. But hey, if you do, there is nothing wrong with that, its purely subjective. When i tell jokes, they are mostly what i had experience in my childhood or by growing up with 4 elder brothers. And it never disappoints. How all of them have different personalities and different way of turning a playful childhood moments into a walk through a landmine field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd brother, Munir. he's the smart one, and smart people dont think like us regular people do. they put a twist into it that makes you think " WHY DID YOU DO THAT!! ". One fine sunday when i was a kid, i woke up to find that all my toys were gone. I asked him where are they, he said he is playing with them, but he's just watching tv.I told him to give them to me because obviously he's not playing with them. He told me to get him a glass of cold water then he'll give me back them toys. So i did, i opened the Ice box and saw all my toys, My Superman, Batman, Kamen Rider, Street Sharks neck deep a cup with frozen water. Munir just stands at the kitchen door laughing like a villain. thats how twisted people play with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making people laugh is a good feeling, as good as laughing at a joke. They say " A laugh and a cry isnt so different, they are both actions of the extreme - The history of joke ". I would type a lot more if im not so lazy. later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1388431981258878332?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1388431981258878332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1388431981258878332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1388431981258878332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1388431981258878332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/ha-ha.html' title='.Ha Ha.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5863767301668961666</id><published>2010-04-05T19:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:43:26.759+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Bora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S7m9iJglpsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gU4eLtV8jwY/s1600/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S7m9iJglpsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gU4eLtV8jwY/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456600817901872834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bora "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was true&lt;br /&gt;that day when i met you&lt;br /&gt;you almost tip me over with that hug&lt;br /&gt;you were as happy as a junebug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was happy for things you see&lt;br /&gt;The thought of how things could be&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the stories that people whisper&lt;br /&gt;why is there anything to fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night dates, shameful conversation&lt;br /&gt;short walks and fist full of passion&lt;br /&gt;death by laughing is a plausible cause&lt;br /&gt;all the sleepless conversations without a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance to sweet sweet music&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fast, slow and cosmic&lt;br /&gt;all was in place and the atmosphere heavy slight&lt;br /&gt;But why cant i do this one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prove your strength for me.&lt;br /&gt;shaken to my core, its unclear no more.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i wanted from my other&lt;br /&gt;But why these lips still studder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all my fault and please blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;i should have not lead you here under my tree&lt;br /&gt;as you can see now that i am incapable.&lt;br /&gt;this tree once bloom free, but where is it now to see?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honor your strength you have in me&lt;br /&gt;when hope i have lost, alone with dark company.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when will spring come again.&lt;br /&gt;For my wilted tree is tired of this agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-5863767301668961666?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5863767301668961666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5863767301668961666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5863767301668961666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5863767301668961666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/bora.html' title='.Bora.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S7m9iJglpsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gU4eLtV8jwY/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1319605719982849453</id><published>2010-04-05T00:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:06:02.959+10:00</updated><title type='text'>. why do you  let me stay here.</title><content type='html'>we stare hoping to see where stars screamed.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the reason why we should be.&lt;br /&gt;a stampede of wishful image dimmed.&lt;br /&gt;searching for fault and reason we yearn to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see mistakes hide under roaring passion.&lt;br /&gt;those made right is beaming bright.&lt;br /&gt;the lonely mind at the brink of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;the severed heart is too weak to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished business floats with whispers&lt;br /&gt;a constant battle, self injuring.&lt;br /&gt;wound cut deep, body shivers&lt;br /&gt;to endure , is slowly awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one after another we see them drift.&lt;br /&gt;dare not to ponder, " what if ? "&lt;br /&gt;waiting to see my soulful gift&lt;br /&gt;to be stolen again by the most graceful thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1319605719982849453?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1319605719982849453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1319605719982849453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1319605719982849453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1319605719982849453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-you-let-me-stay-here.html' title='. why do you  let me stay here.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1071352673389094271</id><published>2010-03-29T02:56:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:29:55.111+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Electric Funk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.noblacktie.com.my/tmpnbt/wp-content/plugins/simple-post-thumbnails/timthumb.php?src=/tmpnbt/wp-content/thumbnails/516.jpg&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=auto&amp;amp;zc=1&amp;amp;ft=jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://www.noblacktie.com.my/tmpnbt/wp-content/plugins/simple-post-thumbnails/timthumb.php?src=/tmpnbt/wp-content/thumbnails/516.jpg&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=auto&amp;amp;zc=1&amp;amp;ft=jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Christophe Turchi. French-born Turchi is a self-taught jazz artist who started his career in music playing in his father’s orchestra at age 16. A musician with varied interests, Turchi also dabbles in funk, abstract hip hop and electro. Its been some time since i feed myself with a good jazz, and i when i was at the MAP event, there was this guy. I expected a simple jazz bit, but what i saw when i was there was amps , a dozen of effects and a laptop. I wanted a simple bit, but what i got blew my freaking mind away!. It was awesome! He doenst just play the saxs, he uses a bunch of other instruments like the clap sticks, a table bell ,and those triangle metal thingy. He plays and records them one by one, mixing with precise timing and with his mad skills he present them with a new energy. Kinda like an inbred child of Jazz, funk, and electro . He reminds me of Jack Conte, one of the Pomplamoose. He kinda do the same thing. That was one awesome night. Mind Blowing awesome! He is performing on the 22nd of April at No Black tie. I WANT TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzwt4xOCBW1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzwt4xOCBW1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Number 43 : Show yourself. because thats who we want to see. Dont be afraid. We dont bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thought of the day : " WOW! that was niceeee. i am soo coming back! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.happy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1071352673389094271?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1071352673389094271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1071352673389094271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1071352673389094271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1071352673389094271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/electric-funk.html' title='.Electric Funk.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6940496256900788983</id><published>2010-03-23T22:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:44:50.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6ipe6WuTGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_E69xeqtLBg/s1600-h/tumblr_kzqgi68gMD1qzwm73o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6ipe6WuTGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_E69xeqtLBg/s320/tumblr_kzqgi68gMD1qzwm73o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451793697457720418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number 33 : As you are walking away, turn back, and smile. A mysterious magic it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6940496256900788983?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6940496256900788983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6940496256900788983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6940496256900788983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6940496256900788983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/number-33.html' title='Number 33'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6ipe6WuTGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_E69xeqtLBg/s72-c/tumblr_kzqgi68gMD1qzwm73o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3468185689134255744</id><published>2010-03-20T07:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:11:48.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going to post this kind of post from time to time, its some notes that is for myself, or anyone who is wants its. The little things that makes things that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6PnOoDOhWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pj5ydcFPQAU/s1600-h/tumblr_kzitljVrCm1qaode2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6PnOoDOhWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pj5ydcFPQAU/s320/tumblr_kzitljVrCm1qaode2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450454212503569762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number 20 ; Be a good bloke and walk her to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3468185689134255744?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3468185689134255744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3468185689134255744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3468185689134255744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3468185689134255744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-to-post-this-kind-of-post-from.html' title=''/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6PnOoDOhWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pj5ydcFPQAU/s72-c/tumblr_kzitljVrCm1qaode2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1233239612535163918</id><published>2010-03-18T05:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:27:59.965+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.effrayé.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6EeXr8U2yI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KQOYQgJmCRg/s1600-h/tumblr_kz7uu0SzBe1qzgvkeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6EeXr8U2yI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KQOYQgJmCRg/s320/tumblr_kz7uu0SzBe1qzgvkeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449670416376584994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me something that i would do, Show me something more. I am waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1233239612535163918?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1233239612535163918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1233239612535163918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1233239612535163918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1233239612535163918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/effraye.html' title='.effrayé.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S6EeXr8U2yI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KQOYQgJmCRg/s72-c/tumblr_kz7uu0SzBe1qzgvkeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-8848585473098913620</id><published>2010-03-08T14:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:28:56.935+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Shoes are a gateway drug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RmSYgjo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rqNPgzignfI/s1600-h/tumblr_kyxzgsYPuG1qzc27wo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RmSYgjo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rqNPgzignfI/s320/tumblr_kyxzgsYPuG1qzc27wo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446090315400454978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RmR21y6zI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eJhp6FUxpus/s1600-h/tumblr_kxp9pfBGUi1qz82gvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RmR21y6zI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eJhp6FUxpus/s320/tumblr_kxp9pfBGUi1qz82gvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446090306362731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every normal kid in high-school, i had a number of crushes. Never did it became more than just. I remember the monstrous passion for that someone that makes you feel like you known them forever. But its just a series of making yourself believe in things in the other person that might or might not even be true, to comfort yourself. You basically lie to your unconscious chemically trip mind that she/he is the person you portraits. These delusions can last for a long time until you are faced with the ugly truth. That the other person might not be what you think they were. You never actually know a person and i think you can only say " i know only this much about you so far, and i am still here ". I have made excuses and judgments on people that i convince myself on knowing but i didnt. I have learn that the hard way and it shows that in this world there are only a handful of people you actually know. For that period of time. Who is yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was suppose to write something about something else, i kinda drifted away didnt i? HAHA. The thing is, Last night i decided to have my dinner alone ( denial ). And on this night i am outside, the skies started pouring, so i have no choice then to sit there and try to enjoy " Raja Lawak " on tv. Im sorry to say but i cant understand the jokes. I think its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I saw this girl looking at me from across the room, and i realize who she was, it took me sometime trying to remember her name, but i think i finally got it, i think its " Fairuz ". She sat next to me when we were in form 1, she just moved into town and because the seat next to me were empty ( it always been.. -_- ) she sat there. As the nerd i am and how cute she is i just sat there like a staring at my shoes. I never had a cute girl willingly on self choice to sit next to me. What am i suppose to say?? And i said the smoothest thing any boy could say at a time like this " Hi, saya nk berkenalan dengan awak boleh ? ". AHHAHAHA. kidding! . i said " nk pinjam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rubber&lt;/span&gt; boleh? ". And she had those expensive black so called "exam grade " erasers. and with the biggest smile and the sweetest voice she said " boleh! ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the story of my life, she moved on to other things in life. Yesterday i saw her with this maybe late 20's guy, and she gain abit of weight. i saw a golden ring on her finger and some other things that would make it clear that she's married. I sat there thinking this is how things work out. this is how the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how a story ends, I certainly didnt see that she'll be getting married. Its these random shocks from the past that makes you feel like The past whispering into your ear about The future and how it might not work out as you think it will even if you planned it through as detail as possible, like the movie 21 and i quote " Always account for variable change. ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go there and introduce myself, im not that kind of douche. But i left with a smile saying " yes i remember, and its good to see you " kind of smile. while walking back with a slight misty breeze. I wonder how are the Other crushes are doing?. ( not knowing that later that night i had a dream about another one. haha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and according to my sisters, a crazy man came to the house when i was out yesterday.. wuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RtzXOy1gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tCwniUYRR1Q/s1600-h/91786328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RtzXOy1gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tCwniUYRR1Q/s320/91786328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446098578574595586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RuAtsHLXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/x3Lx58Crpj4/s1600-h/204f554d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RuAtsHLXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/x3Lx58Crpj4/s320/204f554d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446098807941442930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about them shoes? Im usually not into Louis Vuitton, but those sneakers are way cool. They must cost as much as a kidney these days. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day : " Its called eating passionately! not rude! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-8848585473098913620?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8848585473098913620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=8848585473098913620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8848585473098913620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8848585473098913620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/shoes-are-gateway-drug.html' title='.Shoes are a gateway drug.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S5RmSYgjo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rqNPgzignfI/s72-c/tumblr_kyxzgsYPuG1qzc27wo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-8873338692087717157</id><published>2010-02-06T23:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:17:51.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Better man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxf5valJmW1qaeehmo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxf5valJmW1qaeehmo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am i good man?. All this time i thought i am. but now i have doubts, doubts on the choices i made and the one that is given. Do i deserve what i have? do i deserve you? do i deserve this?. i dont know and i hope i can find the answer soon. because right now i dont feel that deserve it ever, if only u know the truth. the truth that i have left behind and almost forgotten. It was a fluke. heh.. so tell me im a good man. tell me that i what i did justify what has happen. tell me what i need to hear , what my heart cant see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-8873338692087717157?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8873338692087717157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=8873338692087717157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8873338692087717157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8873338692087717157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-man.html' title='.Better man.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6229352814557153460</id><published>2010-02-04T13:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:56:43.677+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.enchanté.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxapihnM4D1qazwmno1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 410px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxapihnM4D1qazwmno1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxap9aW7oX1qzwldso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxap9aW7oX1qzwldso1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxap8gKmDP1qz5uzuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 415px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxap8gKmDP1qz5uzuo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love the middle picture. The new year have been kind to me. Although i am still as slow as a horse on tranquilizers. but i try to make myself useful y running errands and pretending to study. yes. i am cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently see myself as i was in this new days. Like for example, my friend is having a dilemma with this number of people, and i saw myself as one of these people when i had a similar dilemma last year. Even though what i thought was kinda wrong now, i can justify for what they are doing because in their mind, what they are doing justify the reason. Its just now i am in the spectator point of view. and i see now that people perspective on how they see things depends on countless factors. And at any time we will persuade ourselves that the reason, what ever it is that we had at that time or still have will justify for the actions that we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are peepholes to inner secrets, The lips can either make the truth or mold lies, They way you laugh show how much of yourself you are showing, Your shoulders are indication of your comfortableness. Your hands will show more about a person character more than you know. Their shoes will tell more then just where they been and an honest smile you cant fake. When i see random people, especially when i have nothing to do like on the train, while looking at people and listening to Kids-MGMT. I often find little things on people that tells a part of a massive story. Like the other day i saw this Man, mid 40's on a train wearing a Brown jacket, Platted black Dockers and leather loafers with no socks, those shoes are awesome, seriously nice. He looks like one of those really cool old guys in " the sartorialist ". But then i glance and i saw he's holding a file, a thick paper file like ones we had in school. It was blue. By the Writing on the papers and the amount and condition of it, i know that he's a teacher. Wonder why does he have to take the train and where is he going?. why is he holding those papers?. Or the beautiful lady i met in the train who thought that i could speak french just because i said " &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="excuse me please"&gt;Excusez-moi s'il vous plaît ". huhu. I am weird like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THought of the day : " Bangsar? again?. ghaahh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6229352814557153460?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6229352814557153460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6229352814557153460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6229352814557153460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6229352814557153460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/02/enchante.html' title='.enchanté.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-302005483649510782</id><published>2010-01-29T13:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:45:35.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Oh Danny boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://djsoundsys.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/james-brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 450px;" src="http://djsoundsys.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/james-brown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/photos/profile/ray_charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.allaboutjazz.com/photos/profile/ray_charles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.catalyst-chicago.org/assets/blog/louis_armstrong_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.catalyst-chicago.org/assets/blog/louis_armstrong_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifememory.com/upload/franksinatra/images/7030f2c39ea07a4b85553d5e1e25767b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 491px;" src="http://lifememory.com/upload/franksinatra/images/7030f2c39ea07a4b85553d5e1e25767b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loveeee good music. I believe in great music are the ones that leaves u smiling and with that weird feeling inside. Growing up i listen to much more Sinatra, Armstrong, Buble, Brown and Ray charles then others. i have no idea why but i just do. So i have this relation between being in a relationship and good jazz and blues. A die hard romantic like that. The feeling that makes you just stands up and start singing and dancing, feeling the whole flow in you, it varies with people. Different people different music, but it all ends up the same way, total bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day : " The time is right , Your perfume fills my head , The stars get red , And oh the night's so blue"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-302005483649510782?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/302005483649510782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=302005483649510782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/302005483649510782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/302005483649510782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-danny-boy.html' title='.Oh Danny boy.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3672091141716920966</id><published>2010-01-21T17:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:55:20.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S1f6ALn02JI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JpnITNljy74/s1600-h/DSC_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S1f6ALn02JI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JpnITNljy74/s320/DSC_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429082756845197458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats done. Now my room is beautiful-er. On to the next project! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day : " yes. tommorow. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3672091141716920966?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3672091141716920966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3672091141716920966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3672091141716920966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3672091141716920966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful.html' title='.Beautiful.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S1f6ALn02JI/AAAAAAAAAPE/JpnITNljy74/s72-c/DSC_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6429620737262012820</id><published>2010-01-13T00:36:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:45:55.904+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.It aint going to be that easy!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://6.media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOqrnugogPdLgayKko1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOqrnugogPdLgayKko1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvsymeWWhb1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvsymeWWhb1qzb7gjo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw0m8jgOdZ1qz4v2no1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw0m8jgOdZ1qz4v2no1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought i resolved my problems when i came back home today. I was wrong. Stressed i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6429620737262012820?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6429620737262012820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6429620737262012820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6429620737262012820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6429620737262012820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-aint-going-to-be-that-easy.html' title='.It aint going to be that easy!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5937296508691800836</id><published>2010-01-11T01:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:13:04.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Waffle Madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/ice-cream-waffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.hot-screensaver.com/wp-myimages/ice-cream-waffle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had waffles today. Which i waited for 3 years to have. It was worth the wait. It made me feel like i am falling in love. Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-5937296508691800836?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5937296508691800836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5937296508691800836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5937296508691800836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5937296508691800836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/waffle-madness.html' title='.Waffle Madness.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3088434368859383802</id><published>2010-01-05T14:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:35:11.109+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Happy feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwNHWGpyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1ID2SDUeQ4w/s1600-h/DSC03551.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwNHWGpyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1ID2SDUeQ4w/s320/DSC03551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423090640664045346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwMxrooUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6Wpbsaq_rMg/s1600-h/DSC03549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwMxrooUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6Wpbsaq_rMg/s320/DSC03549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423090634848772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwqObY6-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/a-MJAGvortI/s1600-h/DSC03546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwqObY6-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/a-MJAGvortI/s320/DSC03546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423091140781468642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KxxluWLMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lLnp8S-bBKw/s1600-h/DSC03548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KxxluWLMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lLnp8S-bBKw/s320/DSC03548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092366805707970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwLzzbPbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PM8Ehcg-0Nw/s1600-h/DSC03542.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwLzzbPbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PM8Ehcg-0Nw/s320/DSC03542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423090618238451122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" finally got' em shoeees! , and some of his friends decided to come along! I also heard that the others are coming laterrr! HAAHHA. gila best. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thought of the day  : " Shoes Shoes Shoes, Shirt Shirt Shirt, Perfume Perfume Perfume "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3088434368859383802?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3088434368859383802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3088434368859383802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3088434368859383802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3088434368859383802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-got-em-shoeees-and-some-of-his.html' title='.Happy feet.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/S0KwNHWGpyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1ID2SDUeQ4w/s72-c/DSC03551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-8608938265718460052</id><published>2010-01-02T03:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:58:07.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.SuperNova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvkt143wHr1qa29ibo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvkt143wHr1qa29ibo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for this couple i've seen. I am not going to spell out thier name, but if you do know them. u know what im talking about. Seeing you guys spark a fire in the belief that i lost some time ago. Here to u lucky BAS****! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do u see her smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glowing like raging moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moment you stepped into view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyes glitter like a seabed of diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blinding everyone with a shine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can feel her energy bursting out with fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So strong that it swept me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much that it moves the ones supposedly dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one knows if its a gift or a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something so powerful should not be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it obsession or passion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a wonder, a famous untold secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that i only have heard of, always seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but never felt so strongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how i ponder on thinking how lucky you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where millions are wishing on stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While you have on glowing in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I once dream of such magnificence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and after awhile i woke up and left it there to rot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But feeling it around me is another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It gives me courage to not surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to one day reach up to the misty sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find my own raging star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I am not trying to cut in between or anything, its just i had to write this. its just unbelievable.  good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-8608938265718460052?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8608938265718460052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=8608938265718460052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8608938265718460052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8608938265718460052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/supernova.html' title='.SuperNova.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-464309812343173688</id><published>2010-01-02T00:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:06:59.287+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.And the cheese went " SUPRISE! ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xz4DIQXI/AAAAAAAAANs/K80Wrp6szXk/s1600-h/17954_230542340473_710305473_3684373_4190696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xz4DIQXI/AAAAAAAAANs/K80Wrp6szXk/s320/17954_230542340473_710305473_3684373_4190696_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755399945077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzqSsKsI/AAAAAAAAANk/altVpHaTRVY/s1600-h/17954_230542295473_710305473_3684367_3203549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzqSsKsI/AAAAAAAAANk/altVpHaTRVY/s320/17954_230542295473_710305473_3684367_3203549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755396252248770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzdoBW8I/AAAAAAAAANc/vf38pQ4wEb4/s1600-h/17954_230542290473_710305473_3684366_7603363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzdoBW8I/AAAAAAAAANc/vf38pQ4wEb4/s320/17954_230542290473_710305473_3684366_7603363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755392852057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3x0ChSxdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QFwPYuVA2eA/s1600-h/17954_230560810473_710305473_3684488_521702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3x0ChSxdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QFwPYuVA2eA/s320/17954_230560810473_710305473_3684488_521702_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755402755950034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzBMzcvI/AAAAAAAAANU/XejnSSWwuCU/s1600-h/17954_230542170473_710305473_3684350_8329124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xzBMzcvI/AAAAAAAAANU/XejnSSWwuCU/s320/17954_230542170473_710305473_3684350_8329124_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755385221706482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3yJV3lBHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/srVGjaerCWY/s1600-h/17954_230560950473_710305473_3684507_7804754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3yJV3lBHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/srVGjaerCWY/s320/17954_230560950473_710305473_3684507_7804754_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755768726946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3yJmzKvwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/STn1685nMYU/s1600-h/17954_230561470473_710305473_3684577_6159561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3yJmzKvwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/STn1685nMYU/s320/17954_230561470473_710305473_3684577_6159561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421755773271850754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;New year countdown BBQ at em's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing says " good year " other then a great barbie with great people and great food ( by yours truly ). Saying farewell to the zero-niner and saying hellloo to one-zero. The toxic smell of Buffalo Spicy chicken grilling on the pit, the Dazzling variety of gravy ( courtesy of Em's mom ) fills the air with Excited faces of many, and a couple of wonderful people who was the early birds and feast before it even started ( yes im talking about u fids, and eka. ahaha ). Aqi surprise all with her presence, Thanks to Aiman for the ubber cool chiptunes, Ema for the show, and u all cool people know who u are, you guys are awesome. Although we didnt reach up too the cost of all of it, but that was overshadowed by the coolness of &lt;a href="http://blog.hafizatan.com/"&gt;Hafiz Atan&lt;/a&gt; and also the MAXIMUM enjoyment level we had that night. Max Kudos to Ems who was the best Hostess a cook can ask for and thanks to the family who let us ravage the house for our own greedy needs. HAHA. all and all. A great one. Cheers mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day : " Next one is cooking up. in time good people "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Truly happy days.&lt;/span&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/8718378243804589731-464309812343173688?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/464309812343173688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=464309812343173688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/464309812343173688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/464309812343173688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-cheese-went-suprise.html' title='.And the cheese went &quot; SUPRISE! &quot;.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Sz3xz4DIQXI/AAAAAAAAANs/K80Wrp6szXk/s72-c/17954_230542340473_710305473_3684373_4190696_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-9136102759910072640</id><published>2009-12-30T21:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:48:11.960+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Im Fresh for New years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvfqq1ymk01qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 444px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvfqq1ymk01qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its The new year in 2 days.it always amaze me how fast time flies. One minute you are standing still with the westerly breeze kissing your cheeks, and another u are having a stare contest with your soul. I cant define how much this year have benefited me. Quite scary non the less. If i can talk to myself on the 1st January of 2009 right now. it would be the sexiest thing ever * ha-ha *.i will find that what i use to believe in i dont anymore, but i found new things to uphold. New beliefs. People change, they always do, we just hope its for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that i reached half of my new year resolution last year. It felt great. This year felt&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled and i have no intention on making the next year less of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years always feel like a fresh start ( to those your teen out there, its like Ctrl + alt + del ).&lt;br /&gt;haha. And we all need second chances. or three. new year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finish my studies by June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wont be as naive as i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Live a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Travel. Travel. Travel. and might go back to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Start save moo-lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* wont be as naive as i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wont be second for anyone. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Learn how to conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get a driving license. FML * yes. i am cool like that *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Beat Alex in 3 game of pool in a row. or 5. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meet more new people. Gents and ladies, Crack heads and rockstars, Artist and robots, Loners&lt;br /&gt;and pill-pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isnt the end of 2009 yet. i still have one last trick up these sleeves. one last show. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/4011841185_879a2c7f20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/4011841185_879a2c7f20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures from : MyMilfToof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my teeth cleaned today. Kissy freshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hought of the day : " u remind me of someone i want to forget. haha. its cool.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days..happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-9136102759910072640?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9136102759910072640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=9136102759910072640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9136102759910072640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9136102759910072640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-fresh-for-new-years.html' title='.Im Fresh for New years.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2511/4011841185_879a2c7f20_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4507692220725627450</id><published>2009-12-27T07:09:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:40:21.634+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Notting hill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/10/04/notting460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 300px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/10/04/notting460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://close-upfilm.com/pictures/notting-hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 237px;" src="http://close-upfilm.com/pictures/notting-hill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/64/69/65/18841014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 678px;" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/64/69/65/18841014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/notting-hill02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/notting-hill02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Notting Hill " (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took a really long nap during the day and because of the wuss i am, i cant seem to fall asleep at night. So i figured  i should watch a movie or two, i was considering  300, but i think tonight is too peaceful for a Lance stabbing, sword slicing movie. Then i was thinking of watching Igor, but an animation might not be for tonight. Twilight is a hell no. So i ended up with a this classic. I couldnt remember the last time i watch this movie. Apparently it was soo long that my memory of it was totally different! Maybe because when i watched it last time i was a kid, im much of a bigger boy now. huhu. I remember the romantic lines like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;" i am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. but what i didnt remember was the sad part about the movies, the part which made me angry, or the part where it made me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; " what?? no way! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I find myself relating to it, and that made me angrier. haha. I realize they dont make movies like that anymore. huhu. I was wondering, for you guys who had watch that movie, after all she had done, after all she said. Is a simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;" sorry "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; enough to make things better?. hmm.. i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day ; " I think ill take a short nap. " ( woken up 4 hours later ).. " arrh. massive headache "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4507692220725627450?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4507692220725627450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4507692220725627450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4507692220725627450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4507692220725627450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/notting-hill.html' title='.Notting hill.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4376118754151588660</id><published>2009-12-27T03:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:31:04.515+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.94,96,98.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv9njbHcj51qas1yzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv9njbHcj51qas1yzo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw us together. haha. As difficult as i thought it would be. It wasn't. We look happy. Honestly happy. Kinda made me think though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4376118754151588660?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4376118754151588660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4376118754151588660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4376118754151588660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4376118754151588660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/949698.html' title='.94,96,98.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6294507182382250128</id><published>2009-12-25T17:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:44:37.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Such Fuss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73hygG4Q1qazfomo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73hygG4Q1qazfomo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73gqNrX71qasqaao1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73gqNrX71qasqaao1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73gyHwEs1qatje8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv73gyHwEs1qatje8o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv5e0rSI201qzgp79o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv5e0rSI201qzgp79o1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people now days make a big fuss about " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; " and " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling in love&lt;/span&gt; ".  Yeah i had my fair share of " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling into the sky&lt;/span&gt; " moment. I had them butterflies and jitters. And i think the reason why people dont interact with other people is because they are trying hard to find " the one ". Well, im not saying that u cant look for him/her, we all are. but sometimes u just have to give it a rest and meet people for fun u know?. I love meeting people who u know is out there and looking for a good time. If " feelings " comes along than so be it, but for now lets put on our best shoes and shake the core of this planet kinda vibe. I think people should open up more to the fact that meeting people for the sake of meeting new people should be practice. Enough trying to find him/her, but for a change find " them ". its much more fun and much less depressing. Who knows u might find him/her in it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day ; " Why should u abide by her needs when she does not for thee? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6294507182382250128?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6294507182382250128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6294507182382250128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6294507182382250128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6294507182382250128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-fuss.html' title='.Such Fuss.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6277236189146425546</id><published>2009-12-23T03:06:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:31:54.177+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Death Trap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp1j9ow1Jl1qz7zjmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp1j9ow1Jl1qz7zjmo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You are the perfect trap. I see misery in plain sight, but the benefits i cant refuse. We all know the ending to this pathetic story. But maybe i am not the " rule " but the " exception ". Oh how wonderful will that be. Ive seen how u function. i seen how u work. What i'll lose and what ill gain is an immortal's debate. I should walk away.. should..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6277236189146425546?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6277236189146425546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6277236189146425546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6277236189146425546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6277236189146425546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/death-trap.html' title='.Death Trap.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4695856995895814845</id><published>2009-12-20T02:23:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:49:52.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.NO! not the gumdrop buttons!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt1vazAoKd1qapxs2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt1vazAoKd1qapxs2o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a ginger bread man today. While i  enjoy torturing him by taking my time eating his legs and then move on to his arms and his precious gum drop buttons. Making screaming cute screaming " nOO! " while i enjoy every crunch, it struck me.. right there and then.. My taste bud tingling, my mind blown away, my eyes wide open and i shout out loud and said " hey! it taste like ginger! Thats why its called ginger-bread man! ". It was shocking! i felt like uncover a hidden secret hold by generations of illuminatis. After a couple of second, ( lag in the nerve system ) i realize how much of a idiot i am !! In my 20 years on this planet, the fact that GINGER-bread man taste like ginger suprised me.. FML. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day : " it is confirmed!! "   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4695856995895814845?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4695856995895814845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4695856995895814845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4695856995895814845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4695856995895814845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-not-gumdrop-buttons.html' title='.NO! not the gumdrop buttons!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5557888190018207491</id><published>2009-12-18T21:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:48:43.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.X and Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuufzl43Eb1qawwnzo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuufzl43Eb1qawwnzo1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : yes?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : no..&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : Come on..&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : no..&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : i know u want too..&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : yes.. but no..&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : why not??&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : because its not meant to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : how do u know?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : i know.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : im going to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : no..&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : yes!&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : no.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : yessss!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : no!&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : YESS!&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : NOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : why are u doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : u should be thankful&lt;br /&gt; and keep your yap shut.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : What are u so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : i dont want to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : you are not going to.&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : the last time i did. im not sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : how are u going to make sure?&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : i dont know. time?&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : we both know thats an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : yeahh. i just cant, too much is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : NO SACRIFICE NO GLORY!&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : yeah.. so how? she's not going to be there forever u know..&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : i know.. but i just cant right now.&lt;br /&gt;Guy X : for now..&lt;br /&gt;Guy Y : for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-5557888190018207491?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5557888190018207491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5557888190018207491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5557888190018207491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5557888190018207491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-and-y.html' title='.X and Y.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6422540289156316090</id><published>2009-12-17T15:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:37:05.218+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.WHAT HAPPENED??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SxUy9bO8vJI/AAAAAAAABXE/EEt91yk9Qw8/s400/raiseyourgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SxUy9bO8vJI/AAAAAAAABXE/EEt91yk9Qw8/s400/raiseyourgame.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arrghh!! ini tak boleh jadi! i am super determined to do this! arrghh!! no way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thought of the day : " WTF!!!! FML!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6422540289156316090?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6422540289156316090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6422540289156316090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6422540289156316090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6422540289156316090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened.html' title='.WHAT HAPPENED??'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SxUy9bO8vJI/AAAAAAAABXE/EEt91yk9Qw8/s72-c/raiseyourgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1834539836069976186</id><published>2009-12-15T23:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:09:48.124+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.its time go get up and RUN!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SyJTuRWkGDI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9V83B2hT7jE/s400/beaselfstarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SyJTuRWkGDI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9V83B2hT7jE/s400/beaselfstarter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, well just now i got a reality slap from someone i dont mind getting beat up from. well, i think its time i be honest with myself and others. My life is a mess. Eversince i came back, ive been mentally down for reasons that baffles me. i dont know why. but im just not motivated at all, AND I MEAN AT ALL. I am not pushing myself to do anything extra ordinary in anything. i found myself doing everything averagely and for some reason i take that crap from myself.  easily. I thought when i left Australia im leaving a part of me there. well. now i realize i left something important and now im trying to make a new one here. I have to find a new reason to strive, a new reason to fight. I have been brain dead for all this time here and now after a talk from the person i care most in this world, i realize that its time to get up, and RUN MO*********!!!. I have to achieve something, and i realize i havent achieve anything since i came back. I know i can motivate myself when i need to. i know i can push the limits, i know i can be the best out of all the fu**** i know. how? i did it before. and by allah's will i will, wait, scratch that CAN do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to make decisions again. its time for me to strive head on again. but i know for a fact that these choices are going to have consequences. But i have to do it. its time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1834539836069976186?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1834539836069976186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1834539836069976186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1834539836069976186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1834539836069976186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time-go-get-up-and-run.html' title='.its time go get up and RUN!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJKV5A7DUis/SyJTuRWkGDI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9V83B2hT7jE/s72-c/beaselfstarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6536265004711548679</id><published>2009-12-03T11:24:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:16:00.312+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Found HER!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boinkology.com/images/large/840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.boinkology.com/images/large/840.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just read an article about something, and i just haveeee to post about it. its old news but i love it!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was on a Sunday evening last November 21-year-old Patrick Moberg, a website designer was in the union square subway station in New York. " in the corner of my eye i noticed this girl," he says." She had bright blue shorts and dark blue tights and a flower in the back of her hair ."  This girl was different. She was his perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the number 5 pulled into the station, two got on . "throughout the ride i was enthralled by her, " he says. " i noticed little details like her braided hair and that she was writing in a notepad. She seemed interesting . i couldn't shake the desire to talk to her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the headed towards her, the subway pulled into the Bowling Green station. The doors opened and rush of humanity came between them. And just like that she was gone. He considered giving chase, but there's a fine line between blind love and stalking. Then a  brainstorm : the internet. " it seemed less encroaching " he says of the medium. " i didnt want to puncture her comfort zone . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later the world had a new website. &lt;a href="http://nygirlofmydreams.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://nygirlofmydreams.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . On it, Patrick declares in bold type, " SAW THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS ON THE SUBWAY TONIGHT ". He then drew a picture of the girl etched in his mind. he also drew a portrait of himself with this disclaimer pointed at his head " not insane ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In internet-ville, you dont wait long for responses. His Co-workers helped speread the web site virally soon he was bombarded by thousands of leads. Some were cranks, and some were woman offering themselves as pinch-hitters in case he struck out.( what??? ). Two days after posting the site, he got an email from a stranger named Jason who claimed to know said love. He even supplied a photo . It was her. She was an Australian interning at a magazine, and her name is Camille and Camille wanted to meet up, too. ( high 5! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that happened, in swooped the media. Good Morning America picked up the story and even booked hotel rooms to let the two get to know one another. Newspapers and magazines also cam calling. All very exciting, but being sucked into a media maelstrom isn't necessarily conducive to a nascent love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thier first meeting was awkward and wasn't an instant connection. " there was a lot of uncertainty on how to act around one another , " he said. to days earlier, Camille and Patrick was mere strap-hanger, and now they would be on TV. And in the back of her mind, a nagging thought, " Who is thins guy? ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media circus eventually died down and Patrick and Camille finally had thier chance to talk without a microphone in thier face. And they liked what they heard. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Everything i found out about her was another wonderful thing, " says Patrick. She was smart, funny and had a big personality, a nice fit for this shy guy. "and," he continues " we've been hanging out togather ever day since. ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille asked Patrick in an e-mail, " What if i dont live up to your expectations?. " . She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awesome story right? i bet you guys are wondering what they are up to nowdays? &lt;a href="http://nygirlofmydreams.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://nygirlofmydreams.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go check it out!. huhu. i guess in life sometimes things do work out your way. huhu. Yes i do realize i sound super optimist and naive but so what~ its not like everyday u hear a story like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thought of the day : " i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;saw someone who looks like ellen page at the train station today . thought of giving a chase, but there's a fine line between persuit and stalking. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6536265004711548679?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6536265004711548679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6536265004711548679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6536265004711548679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6536265004711548679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/foun-her.html' title='.Found HER!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7594941539438791562</id><published>2009-12-01T22:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:46:14.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SxUAdXKWDnI/AAAAAAAAANM/2-DfXEy9Reo/s1600/Photo-0314.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/SxUAdXKWDnI/AAAAAAAAANM/2-DfXEy9Reo/s320/Photo-0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410231031789129330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha. when u thought that u finally have a grasp on life, it beats up down again. its funny how far this circle goes. but its not about how much grasp of life u have. but i think its about how much hit u can take from life. i had my fare share of cheap hits, snuff punches and side kicks. Trying to fix one thing at a time seems to slow, but trying to fix everything all at once isnt working at all. I thought that life would be easier here, but i was definitely wrong. haha. its much more complicated, the attention to detail is mind numbingly tiring. i do not wish to please anyone but myself, but that is not as easy as it sounds because i am a biaatch. haha. yes i am. siighh... i think my sesi bermalassan is about to finish, after a season of House, ill be back. this is an empty post. disregard. huhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7594941539438791562?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7594941539438791562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7594941539438791562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7594941539438791562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7594941539438791562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SxUAdXKWDnI/AAAAAAAAANM/2-DfXEy9Reo/s72-c/Photo-0314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3081502129538891567</id><published>2009-11-30T15:37:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:29:02.509+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sandman, I'm so alone, Don't have nobody to call my own.</title><content type='html'>Hi , ho hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam aidil adha to all my brothers and sisters out there. i havent been here for some time do to exams, non-connectivity system, and surfing through life. u know those days where u were thinking " hmm. i think ill blog about this" and a couple days after u forgot what the ** u suppose write about. hahah. funny. the past is history, the present is a gift. here's  a couple of things i would like to share with u good looking readers ( yes and i mean  U! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYQsKwelFps/ST0ei8qJI1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/G6C6Q7LDUaQ/s400/pomplamoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYQsKwelFps/ST0ei8qJI1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/G6C6Q7LDUaQ/s400/pomplamoose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poomplamoose  ( http://www.youtube.com/user/PomplamooseMusic  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.. guys are awesssooommmee!! the girl is Nataly dawn. *droooolll * and the guy is Jack Conte. They remake songs with simple instruments, and Nataly's voice is sooo awesomee and the fact that she's dooper cute  helps also!. i love the fact that she did all the voice in her song. the dude plays basically all known instrument to man kind, ahha. but yeah, this guys are all i've been listening too lately. They even did thier own version on Single Ladies  by Beyonce also all the favorites like Beat it , the all infamous french love song La Vie En Rose, * my fave * and all so Mr.Sandman.  so yeah. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SxNO-6XELwI/AAAAAAAAANE/g8e32UZqvPk/s1600/Photo-0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SxNO-6XELwI/AAAAAAAAANE/g8e32UZqvPk/s320/Photo-0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409754420126953218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Readers Digest ( OMG! i can read!! ). and funny enough it was bout relationships and love and all that jazz. quincky-dink right?? its about a guy A who fell in love with girl B who was somebody fiancee. And yes, it didnt work out, girl B got married and guy A was miserable. guy a finally married with girl C, and he said " she was simple and sweet," &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought i could love her&lt;/span&gt; ". A&amp;amp;C fight about stuff alot, after years of marriage . Guy A found girl's B number and they funny enough, they connect with each other. he said that  " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I could sense her liveliness and self-confidence in her voice, which filled me with pleasure&lt;/span&gt;. ". whenever girl C is out, they would talk, and later he found out that girl B husband had passed away 3 years ago. Both were hoping to rekindle they're lost flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day he got a call from he's long forgotten teenage sweetheart. She wanted to meet, but he refused . " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i cant forget you&lt;/span&gt; ", she said. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i think about u everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;". And suddenly he realise exactly how he felt about B. he had spent his whole married life dreaming about he's first love even though she didnt loves him. In a way, thinking about her have become he's daily meditation . For too long have he neglected he's they're marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night in bed C touched A hands and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Your hands are soft and smooth. But mine are not, you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". It was true, her palms were coarse and fingers are calloused, the result of decades of housework. It woken A up from hes dreams about his first love. he no longer dwell on that has pass. Although he's youthful dreams might never come true, he is finally satisfied with what he have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome eh?? huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache.asos.com/inv/W/16/103/698750/Black/image1xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 370px;" src="http://imagecache.asos.com/inv/W/16/103/698750/Black/image1xl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, im looking for something like this, ( ok u can stop making gay jokes now, HAHA ). i mean this jacket. i am now on the hunt for it. and also the purple mocs or those awesome clarks loafers. darn. about this jacket im trying not to do leather no1. reason because it will be insanely hot. anyway. the search continiues, do buzz if u guys see anything like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/4-meeting-new-people-102409-lg-44384444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 449px;" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/4-meeting-new-people-102409-lg-44384444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just love meeting new people, well for me. i thrive on it. the thrill, the excitement and the freshness of it is just rejuvenating. err... i thought i have more things to write about this matter.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys, im out. till later, and here a little bit something i wrote for a close friend of mine. cheers! have a good one mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its those magical moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tales of modern fairies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Kings ball where it shines and glitters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You and your beautiful glass flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its was you and your soaring music melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;With the judgmental beam shinning so brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Serenade siren songs, cursed melodies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Startled Maidens and Awed knights sat quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cheers echo throughout the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Like rumbling thunder battle drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You glaze up t the skies and smiled to the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;While your future lit up, broad to wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;With all the stars that glimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;this is no tale of fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We will always be here together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;As real as you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought of the day : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i grew up on the street. No, not the hood; the sesame street"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3081502129538891567?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3081502129538891567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3081502129538891567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3081502129538891567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3081502129538891567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/11/sandman-im-so-alone-dont-have-nobody-to.html' title='.Sandman, I&apos;m so alone, Don&apos;t have nobody to call my own.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYQsKwelFps/ST0ei8qJI1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/G6C6Q7LDUaQ/s72-c/pomplamoose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1916720595513836987</id><published>2009-11-07T00:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:33:32.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.im old. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9622_140291324400_523764400_2457826_2586401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs249.snc1/9622_140291324400_523764400_2457826_2586401_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy birrrthhhddaayyy too meeeeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but shucks its exam fever.. postponeeeedd! ahah. * darn im 20, bye teen years! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1916720595513836987?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1916720595513836987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1916720595513836987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1916720595513836987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1916720595513836987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-old-haha.html' title='.im old. HAHA.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-67382378867834263</id><published>2009-10-24T05:18:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:33:37.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.its like sooo awessomme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SuH230niwkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Qvk-wQh44Y4/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SuH230niwkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Qvk-wQh44Y4/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865267444302402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know u are not paying attention in class when u start to find yourself making plans to stand up, throw your chair at the window and run towards the door while doing the whole " ong-bak " thing while u do it. hahaa. yeahh, im not your perfect student, big woop~ so i got my caa6 exam, right about a month from now. after this ill be a bit at peace. huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t just hit me that in a few week time im going to be 20. goodbye teen world. HAHA. dramatic. i cant believe how fast time flies, i feel like it was just yesterday i took a flight to australia. look at me now. huhu. good times. met good people, met great people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today what a friend told me really hit me hard. ok, put it this way.. after SPM  i worked for a month, party heavy for 3, and then im in klifa, and ts about to be my 3 year anniversary  doing what i do now. and to think of it its been nothing but studying, flying and... well thats about it.  need to enrich my experience while i still can. Got a few hopefuly good plans lined up, and iim really going adventurous for this, hopefully ill go crazy. like CRAZY crazy. the need for a new story, new experience is super high right now. haha. if u guys have any good suggestion tell me will ya?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought of the day " chris! chris!.. look at thiss.. MUAHAHAHH "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-67382378867834263?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/67382378867834263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=67382378867834263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/67382378867834263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/67382378867834263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-like-sooo-awessomme.html' title='.its like sooo awessomme.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SuH230niwkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Qvk-wQh44Y4/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7757510392793798396</id><published>2009-10-09T22:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:59:38.745+11:00</updated><title type='text'>,its raining! take my jacket.</title><content type='html'>i wrote something unpleasantly depressing before this entry. its not that im clinically depressed or anything its just that im not happy. but yeah, im over it. I love what im doing, overall its fun an exciting, but i am also hating  the part that i am sooo detach from the good people i care about. and i honestly say that i grew a distance from my friends because of my mind numbing schedule, my social life is slowly drifting into space, while i annoy people by calling them at the wrong time. i cant fit anything in between. i am in between two heavy schedule rocks. hopefully after im done with the papers, ill have more time to reconnect with the people thats in my list right now. sorry for not keeping touch mates, its been really heavy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " this was a mistake "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7757510392793798396?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7757510392793798396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7757510392793798396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7757510392793798396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7757510392793798396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-raining-take-my-jacket.html' title=',its raining! take my jacket.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6036751706200674916</id><published>2009-09-24T12:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:13:20.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.its a talking dog!!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs218.snc1/8526_1174398094440_1662691573_418484_3796868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs218.snc1/8526_1174398094440_1662691573_418484_3796868_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Ze familiea" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so its been a very good week, with all of the family around, ive been stuffing myself with sambal goreng, beng beng, Sarsi bodoh ( yes, its a name ). I havent felt this happy in a long time, and i miss having everyone home, its been some time since everyone is in one room. As usual, Alex and i we'r like soo whateverrr~ * &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; *. Eventho Umi keep scolding people due to post raya madneess, i can see that she's happy that everyone is back togather and enjoying this festive week. Cheers to that, cheers to the people, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs231.snc1/7830_141686885473_710305473_3108123_6874030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs231.snc1/7830_141686885473_710305473_3108123_6874030_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thy be good people "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its all about the family, i still take sometime off to hang out with all the good people i know, and yes, I post this picture in hoping that my increase my social status. HAHA. Yesterday i watch UP, which is super sweet, hilarious and sentuhan * touching *. But i was actually hoping to see ems wept  or some waterworks, but nadaa. AHHAHA. its all good, all fun. dont we all love hanging out? oh yeah... i was in the infamous room, enough said. BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day " nama dia Sarsi Bodoh sebab semua Sarsi pandai dah pergi KL, HAHA "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6036751706200674916?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6036751706200674916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6036751706200674916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6036751706200674916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6036751706200674916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-talking-dog.html' title='.its a talking dog!!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-9137358882213530150</id><published>2009-09-19T12:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:25:28.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What does love mean?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Does Love Mean?" See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. "When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they&lt;br /&gt;know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Ems and the author for this really really awesome entry. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " agaknye berapa dapat tahun ni?? HMMMM..  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-9137358882213530150?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9137358882213530150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=9137358882213530150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9137358882213530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9137358882213530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-does-love-mean.html' title='What does love mean?.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3687749347064224748</id><published>2009-09-18T02:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:01:23.384+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.OMG, ur so random laa hamzah!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;random foo shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*part time lover a full time friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* raya this year is soo going to kick super ass. like superr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i hate shopping for shoes, but non the less. i am still hopefuly hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* kenapa this raya schedualing so kecoh? KL-Senai-seremban-KL-senai * roll eyes *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it feels like i never left, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ada plan besar dgn ems. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I dont love you, like i love u yesterday - MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* new pants, thats about it for raya. nothing too fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ive just finish ravaging my old room, and found skeletons. funny oneS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Ugly truth is the best shit ever. yes im into chick flicks. screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have to start super studying, i dont want to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This friday, GAMMERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes i feel like im not a good friend. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i got a great idea for my room. thanks to barneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ramadhan rezzeki melimpah * wink wink *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love avacado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sing " Beat it " in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this is a boring entry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3687749347064224748?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3687749347064224748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3687749347064224748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3687749347064224748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3687749347064224748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-ur-so-random-laa-hamzah.html' title='.OMG, ur so random laa hamzah!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-8917578902666976743</id><published>2009-09-17T09:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:16:50.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>,freak of nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SrFxChMUSqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VYM_n68fZ2s/s1600-h/asdfjqjqj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SrFxChMUSqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VYM_n68fZ2s/s320/asdfjqjqj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382207317768161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woken up startled by a though that would haunt me till morning. oohh how i hate the feeling. u feel sick to your stomach, slight headache and the urge to punch yourself at the face is burning within. haha. it wasnt suppose to be this way. seriously. its a fault, you are the exception and its a freak of nature * &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were thinking of cursing, but for the sake of ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where should i go, where should i go. what should i do. i hate u sooo much u prick. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thought of the day " where cool comes to die "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-8917578902666976743?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8917578902666976743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=8917578902666976743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8917578902666976743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/8917578902666976743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/09/freak-of-nature.html' title=',freak of nature.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SrFxChMUSqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VYM_n68fZ2s/s72-c/asdfjqjqj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1716972438672568312</id><published>2009-09-13T08:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:03:45.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.homecoming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SqwiuF6EbCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5OOfr2aStTc/s1600-h/n1245398022_30091506_4311.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/SqwiuF6EbCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5OOfr2aStTc/s320/n1245398022_30091506_4311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380713830055963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tempat dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is this? i didnt realize that my visited thier old place when there were visiting the uk. how awesomely sweet is that?? they went to thier old house, thier old hang out place, the strawberry farm i heard about soo much when i was a kid. this is just amazing, i learn alot from my parents about relationship and love. I learn how strong a woman can be, and to respect and also acknowledge them because they can surprise you in ways u cant imagine and that she is living proof that " behind any successful man, is a great woman ". My abah defines my goals in life, not only to be successful and happy in what u are doing with ur career, but also manage to juggle a beautiful wife and 7 really really good looking kids. I basically learn all my tricks of the trades from him, from studying to the laddiiiieeeesss~ AHHAA. i can only hope that one day ill be half the man that he is. and to umi, HAPPY BIRTHDAAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SqwlLqIE6DI/AAAAAAAAAMs/g44-Zs4fTmo/s1600-h/7827_1135590504066_1056439487_1422901_2787560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SqwlLqIE6DI/AAAAAAAAAMs/g44-Zs4fTmo/s320/7827_1135590504066_1056439487_1422901_2787560_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380716537017854002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile people. smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yesterday was the annual lomokids Buka puasa Gathering. well, the name says it all. im not going to talk about how it went, because obviously it ROCKS! but when i sat there, and look at the people that grew on me these couple of years, and the people who at first i dont even have the guts to say hi to, the people i use to ( still ) talk about, the people who got married to each other, the person who i use to spent my days with, i realize that when i left for australia, i didnt came back. i went as someone, and came back as another. a better person i hope. people change, thats what they do. * and plus semua lomokidos dah makin hensem. and makin stunning. dem *. there are things that would never change, Ema will be in all the pictures, The guys from SK will win most of the lucky draws, and the laughter will always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " munir dah balik.. lepak jom "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1716972438672568312?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1716972438672568312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1716972438672568312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1716972438672568312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1716972438672568312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempat-dating.html' title='.homecoming.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SqwiuF6EbCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5OOfr2aStTc/s72-c/n1245398022_30091506_4311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2252206823285242868</id><published>2009-08-23T17:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:59:18.642+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Rock with sugar.</title><content type='html'>this happened sometime before Ramadhan, where me and my brother Aman went to the weekly pasar to get a bite to eat. we we're walking and then theres a stall where the owner is a bald dude sitting at the back playing with his phone and 3 kinda attractive chicks on the front table actually working. selling different types of food, but the funny thing is, its only 8.30 and thier food is almost finished, and its like they are selling fast. and i realise...sex sells! the same shop selling alomst the same thing but run by an old lady a couple of shops next to thiers are running not too slow, but not as fast. soo yea. make u wonder right? an ofcourse im going to give u a comic which me and my brother laughed like crazy last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* at a pasar malam *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : * walks to a stall * err.. dik jual kuih apa ni dik? * with a flirty tone *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stall girl : batu.. laa abangg~ * more flirtatious voice *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : Kuih batu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stall girl : tak.. batu.. batu batu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : apa bende putih kat atas tu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stall girl : Gula..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : batu tabur gula?? manis macam adik laa yee * gedik *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stall girl : teheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : bagi saya lima batu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Stall girl : 10 ringgit bang, terima kasih, datang lagi ye bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle age guy : Mestilaa... * walks away licking rocks... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet this will actually happen.. AHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " it was a great month.  just as i expected "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2252206823285242868?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2252206823285242868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2252206823285242868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2252206823285242868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2252206823285242868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-with-sugar.html' title='.Rock with sugar.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7533848355018317152</id><published>2009-08-18T13:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:59:21.518+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.dear hamzah.</title><content type='html'>hey there young one.&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid, i am you and you are i.&lt;br /&gt;we are the same. just different.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are confuse.&lt;br /&gt;im here to tell you that everything is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;note what im about to say, because u'll find them quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont force yourself to understand Bahasa Malayu and Maths, you wont get it.. ever.&lt;br /&gt;i know first hand that you wont. just try not to fail those subjects.&lt;br /&gt;cherish your family, they are going to be there forever, yes.. i know ur all alone,&lt;br /&gt;but thats just a matter of time. things change, for the better in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to stop mariah from scratching your face, that would help you alot!.&lt;br /&gt;when u ride her bike and trying to jump a bump, DONT!. shit will happen. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i know they dont see you now, dont worry, they will when u grow up.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know ur jealous of them, dont be. you are just waiting for your time to shine&lt;br /&gt;stay the way u are. your personality will mold your mind and then you realise u are one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;be patient, you know you are, but just a little bit more..&lt;br /&gt;and why her??? goddam! she wont be as attractive after ur done with grade school, and she'll be less attractive when time passes by in high school.  screw it.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever let your dreams go. they are who u are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that getting striped out of ur clothes and thrown outside the house while your brothers lock the door is a wonderfull memory, eventho u dont think it is.&lt;br /&gt;PEDOMAN is not a cartoon!. sigh&lt;br /&gt;for 3 is the last time you'll buy shoes from bata. after that u wont have any size mate.&lt;br /&gt;dont feel weird if u think " nak kaple boleh? " is stupid, you will find in time that ur not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;you should probably start working out abit. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing is, be yourself, and dont forget that there is soo much more u have to look forward to. soo much more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my letter to you, 5 year old hamzah, from your loving 20 year old hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: what would u write if u can write to your younger self??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " coconut tart "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7533848355018317152?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7533848355018317152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7533848355018317152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7533848355018317152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7533848355018317152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-hamzah.html' title='.dear hamzah.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1796290552061697648</id><published>2009-08-06T05:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:07:14.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.salvetores.</title><content type='html'>yellow cabs and coffee by the park.&lt;br /&gt;dark alleys with a quirky smile.&lt;br /&gt;Electro band and high end rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Bait and switch to the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;galleries and junkies.&lt;br /&gt;fake italian accent with hot dogs heaven.&lt;br /&gt;yellow roads also smoke from earth.&lt;br /&gt;Cool cafe and weird shops.&lt;br /&gt;Indians and chinese rule the shops. everytime.&lt;br /&gt;secret stories and lies that we never knew.&lt;br /&gt;its a hell of a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet none of u guys know what i was talking about. haha. its 4am, being this weird doesnt make me less of a social outcast than i already am. booyaa bitches!. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " &lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;former hippie, current yappie, spoon feeding the masses, the same old garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1796290552061697648?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1796290552061697648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1796290552061697648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1796290552061697648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1796290552061697648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/08/salvetores.html' title='.salvetores.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3999374368107030705</id><published>2009-08-04T00:08:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:29:04.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.6degree of seperation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/9805/howtogetshotbysartorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 1900px;" src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/9805/howtogetshotbysartorial.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a good laugh on " how to get shot by the sartorialist " got it from a friend's friend, or a friend ex, or a friend of a friend of a friend, dont u just love the 6 degree of seperation?. this shit made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SnbwY95GWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OBxrMRS8Dac/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SnbwY95GWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OBxrMRS8Dac/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365740317780105842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much been happening since the last post, i went out, had a great time. but the thing about this month is, this is the first time in my life i ate a White egg. yes, always been fascinated by the reason " why is there 2 colors of chicken eggs? ". and if ur wondering just like i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* i doubt it *  &lt;/span&gt;that it doesnt taste any different. who would guess right? but yeah, the kopitiam infront of the Klang KTM station, my go to place for breakfast everytime i go out somewhere with the ktm. and the usual, " telur separuh masak dua, roti bakar dua set, kopi satu.. ". Cant help having vision on my good old, lomokids, hujan, Rantai and busking days. it wasnt that long ago, about before i went to australia. it was hell of a year yes it was. but now, i got some other priorities to handle, certain responsibilities to juggle. I made alot of friends on which i havent talk to for a long time since then. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SnbwZbiiekI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uEiY6UCr08c/s1600-h/solo.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SnbwZbiiekI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uEiY6UCr08c/s320/solo.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365740325738543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laying down and found myself saying " i wish i could have some solo on ice right now ". these things are great~ didnt like them the 1st time tho, but it have grown on me. i wish they sell these in malaysia. then i would be diagnosed with diabetes. in 2 months time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it for now, oh! and yeah, any of u beautiful ladies wants a bf balzer? size 6 UK petite. ill post it up when i get more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " hello irish.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3999374368107030705?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3999374368107030705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3999374368107030705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3999374368107030705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3999374368107030705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/08/6degree-of-seperation.html' title='.6degree of seperation.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SnbwY95GWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OBxrMRS8Dac/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4649790103628162156</id><published>2009-07-30T00:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:01:59.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.who the hell fights fire with fire? ur not helping mate!.</title><content type='html'>im just here to say. " i chickened out ". yes i admit it, i did. suprised? not really, abit yes. but its normal i guess, cant go into the water diving after u havent been in it for some time kan? but the fact that im actually back here and ready to do it all over again is calming. ( where ever u are HSBC girl, hopefully ill see u next week ). I know its not august yet, but for some reason i just feel like its going to be a great month. its like my inner-jedi-yoda-force is telling me that august is THE month that u should squeeze the living life out of.. and im really looking foward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now days i take the KTM more often then ever, going to class and all. but the best thing about taking the train early morning is that people are soo quiet, even tho the dont say it, u can see it written on thier morning faces that they want the best out of thier day, its like they are planning for it in thier head~ which i never do. i have a rough sketch, but usually no plan.anyway.. so i just listen to my radio or mp3, while tapping on the metal pole, listening on other people conversation. sometimes i see friendly faces, sometime i just stare at random people, but its all fun. a smile is a gift that u share with people. unless you look creepy,then save the gift for urself, or u'll get maced in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Don't let someone be a priority in your life when you are still an option in theirs ."&lt;br /&gt;-Shaster " hot stuff " ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its true, sometimes people as the great navigator karim said " jump the gun ". this goes for everyone, especially myself. and i wont make that mistake again, and one time i was the mistake. i guess its karma. but the reason im saying this is that i think people should really take a step back to enjoy relationship and life as it is. realize that taking a the next step isnt actually the right thing to do at that moment, i could be the toottaall opposite. depends on what situation your other is going through and what u are going through, its a dangerous waltz, a wicked game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/400x400/Band-of-Outsiders-Two-Tone_740A429C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/400x400/Band-of-Outsiders-Two-Tone_740A429C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember those purple mocs, well, im still looking for them but now i got a new item on " THE " list. Boat shoes, i dont knw why, but it just look really good to me, im going through a phase where sneakers just wont do it anymore, its fun. again, malaysia sucks when it comes to shoes. the usual conversation goes like this me : " hi there, what size do u have this in? "  lady : " 12 sir "&lt;br /&gt;me : " bye~ " . short but meaning full. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a slow wednesday evening, so im just going to summarize everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# i love white shirt. on men and woman&lt;br /&gt;#stop bitching about it please?? u irritates me. phhtt..&lt;br /&gt; #you are a lost cause, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;#i love nat from communityChannel. i want to be the father ur children. haha&lt;br /&gt;#Just realize that she's not some " other " girl. interested yes, trying?.. dont think so~&lt;br /&gt;#missing M, * U got that right baby! *&lt;br /&gt;#thinks pilot night is a rip off, but everyone is going to be there, so why not~ to see aman and     ragu dance? ill pay&lt;br /&gt;# is still thinking how the shizz am i suppose to pass this exam??&lt;br /&gt;# Shaster " hotstuff " ree. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;# i would, but no. sorry, not if ur into him~&lt;br /&gt;# wondering what azri is doing&lt;br /&gt;# thinking of making his own pants everytime. huhu&lt;br /&gt;# klang girl my ass bitch! hahahaha. get ur facts straight~ she's hot tho.&lt;br /&gt;# think we should resite the bro code after the Rukun negara. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it, later mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day : brooke turpin. AHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. thuuunnnnddddeeerrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4649790103628162156?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4649790103628162156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4649790103628162156' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4649790103628162156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4649790103628162156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-hell-fights-fire-with-fire-ur-not.html' title='.who the hell fights fire with fire? ur not helping mate!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7735359174957317261</id><published>2009-07-22T15:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:59:27.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.The man with the jade ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Smam3-aFK-I/AAAAAAAAAME/h4FkMPGB17w/s1600-h/DSCN0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361155887006559202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Smam3-aFK-I/AAAAAAAAAME/h4FkMPGB17w/s320/DSCN0574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this entry goes to my abah, i can only wish i can be half the man he is. he woke me up today to help him with the gardening. and when he was trimming the trees, and i was picking up the leaves. it reminds me of how the whole family would help out and then we'll sit togather and make fun of the cuts and scrapes that we got. but now, as life is, its just me and abah. which was fine. but i couldnt reminice old times where my dad would teach me why did he cut it like that, and why did he water that plant and not this one. My dad is a tree hugger at heart, he treat trees like art. being patient and sometimes taking advantage of it. haha. manipulating nature to its best. the funny thing is, i didnt know if he realise it, but we were triming this tree..well, not actually trimming , more to actually botak-kan. he did half way, and leave the high parts where he cant reach to me.. so i ask.. " abah, kalau potong semua daun ni tak mati ke pokok ni? " and he answered " buang daun daun lama ni, nnt pucuk baru keluar..TU YG KITA NK!! MAKAN SEDAP! " and he laughed. the thought of it made me smile and kind of  shed some light on what we are all doing here. we want the best in life, sometimes we have to let the past go. so yeah.. heavy stuff aint it? and it all came from a tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " im a equired taste..like avacado.. mmmm * drool * "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.happy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7735359174957317261?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7735359174957317261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7735359174957317261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7735359174957317261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7735359174957317261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-with-jade-ring.html' title='.The man with the jade ring.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Smam3-aFK-I/AAAAAAAAAME/h4FkMPGB17w/s72-c/DSCN0574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3274708831641735543</id><published>2009-07-19T03:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:19:27.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.dont u people understand?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dont u people understand?? dont call me "bob" i seriously will bitch slap u on the face damnit!. bdw, hairy pothead? like she said, " ok laaa ". seriously nothing much on me, later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thought of the day " lost cause. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3274708831641735543?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3274708831641735543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3274708831641735543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3274708831641735543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3274708831641735543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-u-people-understand.html' title='.dont u people understand?.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7257629697361967672</id><published>2009-06-19T20:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:48:40.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/twilight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of month, i finally find some time to finally watch " twilight " and to be honest, its an good movie, but the thing i realize halfway during the movie, is that.. edward cullen is sexual predator! hahah. ok ok, if theres any woman read this, they would probebly hate me by now, but listen to what i have to say. who in thier right mind would uses line like " i dont have the strength to stay away from you " or " you are my drug ". if i use these words right now, i would have a restraining order faster than edward cullen!. but overall its a great movie, chick flick, but great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " futsal! ouhhyeahh!~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7257629697361967672?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7257629697361967672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7257629697361967672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7257629697361967672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7257629697361967672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight.html' title='.twilight.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2138269166172117350</id><published>2009-06-14T13:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:52:59.658+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Purple dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SjRzeHqg9VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/unJixx03z3w/s1600-h/6248BluJktweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SjRzeHqg9VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/unJixx03z3w/s320/6248BluJktweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347025618886260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SjRzd7zfFYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/n5Lo7PDXfcQ/s1600-h/6188PurpShoe3web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SjRzd7zfFYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/n5Lo7PDXfcQ/s320/6188PurpShoe3web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347025615702660482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture from " the sartorialist "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all human, sesiapa yg ada nampak purple mocs size 13 sebegini, sila bagi tau saya harga, dan jika ia berpatutan dgn buget ku, ku akan minta anda beli, dan sesiapa yg memakai kasut ini dan size 13, sila lari jika nampak saya. sebab saya akan bunuh kamu unt kasut ini. sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day " purple purple purple! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2138269166172117350?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2138269166172117350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2138269166172117350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2138269166172117350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2138269166172117350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/06/purple-dream.html' title='.Purple dream.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SjRzeHqg9VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/unJixx03z3w/s72-c/6248BluJktweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1614697356923671283</id><published>2009-06-09T23:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:59:54.955+10:00</updated><title type='text'>,Performance A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Si5ocpqB6pI/AAAAAAAAALk/XrCWmyg6GwQ/s1600-h/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Si5ocpqB6pI/AAAAAAAAALk/XrCWmyg6GwQ/s320/frustrated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345324649163123346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ive started my classes, and seriously the picture above is me in class. ahaha! this performance paper is a brain drainer. haha. but nevertheless, i am soooo haapppyy!! when im doing all the questions, with all the aviation abbriviations its like im in peace with nature and myself, for a moment in time, its not about money, or life problems, for once its about getting the right numbers for the equired task. yes you might see me cursing and going all drama queen on the paper, but under all that frustration, is a kid smiling. i love what im doing right now!! wooot woot!! but i seriously miss flying tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Si5phVI5UVI/AAAAAAAAALs/QC052pIFp0I/s1600-h/boset+095.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/Si5phVI5UVI/AAAAAAAAALs/QC052pIFp0I/s320/boset+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345325829066412370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is at the Malaysia Airlines Acedemy in Kelana jaya, but its mostly for the flight crew, all the stewards and stewardess train here, and it is a sight for sore eyes! hahahahah. they are everywhere, and whenever im wearing my full uniform ( with epullettes ) they always greet me or anyone whose wearing a gold eppulette with " good morning SIR ". CRAZY RIGHT!!! ahahahhahahah!! i was super shock on my first day when these 3 girl crossed my path , while im in full uniform with my wayfarer * thanks aris * , they look me dead straight with the signature flight crew smile and greet me. althought i feel soo bangga, i feel malu malu kucing jua. haha. well. all good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " arrhh! tertidur dalam train terlepas station! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1614697356923671283?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1614697356923671283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1614697356923671283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1614697356923671283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1614697356923671283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/06/performance.html' title=',Performance A.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/Si5ocpqB6pI/AAAAAAAAALk/XrCWmyg6GwQ/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4387504868019033719</id><published>2009-05-28T12:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:39:13.628+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.pause.</title><content type='html'>hello guys. after this post, i wont be updating much so. dont feel obligated to check up on this blog so often.i know you guys might be asking " why not just close this blog ? " well. first of all i got alot of picturees in this blog that i really like, and i think one day i would like to look back on whative been through. to be honest, blogging to me is like going to the corner of my bedroom, and start screaming my lungs out. its basicly not working anymore. im tired of explaining im tired of complaining. and i dont want the burden of havin to update this thing once every month. to all the readers out ther * if there is any *. thanks for joining me so far, who knows, i might just write again. but for now. im just going to focus certain things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final thought of the day " Thou art is love "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys around. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4387504868019033719?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4387504868019033719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4387504868019033719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4387504868019033719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4387504868019033719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/05/pause.html' title='.pause.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3328845034953351478</id><published>2009-05-26T22:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:53:48.878+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.a missing piece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you dont know how much it changed me as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how different it feel and taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you said it wont be any different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont see those words now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me if you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i never wanted to change this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its cold. its hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate the way it i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope that one day ill find myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because its not with me, maybe its with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or maybe its pondering in distant space waiting to come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never want to be like this. not this. never this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3328845034953351478?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3328845034953351478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3328845034953351478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3328845034953351478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3328845034953351478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-piece.html' title='.a missing piece.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6827720907330391619</id><published>2009-05-26T13:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:56:29.702+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.sejuk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ShtkLvfg-HI/AAAAAAAAALc/a5c0eLIa-H0/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ShtkLvfg-HI/AAAAAAAAALc/a5c0eLIa-H0/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339971936067844210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a month and ive finaly finished all that ive plan to do. now its just a matter of starting class and doing it all over again.scratch that. while writing this, it seems that my class will start at the 1st of june at Malaysia Airlines Acedamy in kelana jaya. so il be there almost every day. fuhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is not me. this is not who i am. i dont want  to be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6827720907330391619?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6827720907330391619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6827720907330391619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6827720907330391619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6827720907330391619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejuk.html' title='.sejuk.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ShtkLvfg-HI/AAAAAAAAALc/a5c0eLIa-H0/s72-c/DSC00063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6604107367431819216</id><published>2009-05-11T15:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:43:50.934+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.flutebox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pL4zRe6Purs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pL4zRe6Purs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some crazy jazz right here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6604107367431819216?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6604107367431819216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6604107367431819216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6604107367431819216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6604107367431819216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/05/flutebox.html' title='.flutebox.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7314131834031103144</id><published>2009-05-05T15:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:34:15.364+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Soap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/pitulandia/retro-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 400px;" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/pitulandia/retro-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super love pop art. especially the ones in the 80's comics. the colour, the texture, the style. its all so retro classic, people underestimate the power of classics. these things are timeless. will always be in style and always be inlove. the sheer power of oldies are imprinted on this such as the Rayban Wayfarer ( thankyou aris. ), floral poncho which i always thought it is cute, Hippie headbands and all those other jazz.. life is best when u pick the best out of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how when u were realise that your music playlist is soo out of date, how do you know? when u have alicia keys- No One on the top of your playlist? YOU ARE OUTDATED! ahahhaa. ive been trying to find new bands and new genres and thanks to my great cousin halim, he introdused me alot of new bands and alot of new genres which i am really exited to get into. all this new stuff is just what i need for a fresh slap on the face. one of the band ganre is mathematical rock... yeah.. interesting eh? hahahah. kinda forgot the band name. but ill post it here when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that life is a neverending chain reaction of choices, where one choice will effect the outcome of another, where the other will effect the effect of the other, and at some point you cant help it wonder if the choices you made is the right choice to choose at that choosing time?. or is it wise to choose to ponder on choices that had been chosen? Is it human to choose the wrong choice? we all made choices throughout this changing world. and we will never know if the choices we made were the best we can. because think about it, you already made the choice even before you even choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " there is no perfect score. only perfect effort. what say you?  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7314131834031103144?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7314131834031103144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7314131834031103144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7314131834031103144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7314131834031103144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/05/soap.html' title='.Soap.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1380520302734028782</id><published>2009-04-30T14:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:36:38.041+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.DeadPool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chaizkie.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/vrno_dreaming_oct072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 431px;" src="http://chaizkie.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/vrno_dreaming_oct072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to except the fact that i have left australia and now in malaysia, the first week felt like a dream that you are so afraid to wake up from. Talking about dreams. the fact that nowdays im starting to hate it, not as in ambition dreams, as in sleeping dreams. those dreams that creep suddenly when ur sleeping and when you wake up, you question is it someting to be considered because it is your natural thoughts, or should you just brush it away from your shoulder because its just a mind game. i dont know. i guess nobody does. we float in our own mind thinking the world is just a vision of our significant imagination, but actually we are the one who is delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day "  Menyelang? diselang? selang dua atau tiga?? arhh.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1380520302734028782?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1380520302734028782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1380520302734028782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1380520302734028782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1380520302734028782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadpool.html' title='.DeadPool.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4815451302281230266</id><published>2009-04-28T14:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:19:41.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.shoes and ikea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2joPEVI/AAAAAAAAALE/YRmFKE6iABE/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2joPEVI/AAAAAAAAALE/YRmFKE6iABE/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605376479269202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2eHcWyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BXdM35r3PSA/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2eHcWyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BXdM35r3PSA/s320/DSC01930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605374999550754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2EQSr0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wvEFX00Kh68/s1600-h/DSC01929.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2EQSr0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/wvEFX00Kh68/s320/DSC01929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605368057343810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP194VleI/AAAAAAAAAKs/F36XIefMmQQ/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP194VleI/AAAAAAAAAKs/F36XIefMmQQ/s320/DSC01927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605366346257890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my baby sister just got back from the UK and i got a bunch of pressies from the brit, * munir  haha *. and its shoes, wonderfull size 13 shoes! hahahahhaha. The Clarks are for classes and the nike are for FUTSAL!!! and please people. if you guys are playing. call me up. im so up for it anytime anyday, ahh.. so technically i have about  8 footware, sketchers, The Clarks, The Element, The Vans, The Nike, The Total 90 Laser, the the Quicksilver and The new flip flow munir bought for me. i am a bitch. yes. thanks munir, if its not for you, i would have been barefoot by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/2009-ikea-catalogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 585px;" src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/2009-ikea-catalogue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves going to IKEA. maybe its the dream house enviroment that give anyone who pass by the feeling of hope for that one day we'll have a place like that, or even the wonderful cafe thats full if exciting menu's, or even the friendly people in yellow shirt and jeans which somehow manage to make us feel better about what we are wearing. haha, or is it the genius invention on those tiny simple stuff that makes us go " uhhhh~ Ahhhh ". maybe its all of the above, but IKEA always have that peacefull aura serrounding it. and when we'r there suddenly everyone is an intrior designer, and when we'r out, thats the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day " PANAS PANAS PANAS!! ARRHH!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4815451302281230266?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4815451302281230266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4815451302281230266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4815451302281230266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4815451302281230266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoes-and-ikea.html' title='.shoes and ikea.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfaP2joPEVI/AAAAAAAAALE/YRmFKE6iABE/s72-c/DSC01931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5314985384235812628</id><published>2009-04-24T05:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:56:05.739+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.Lets go to the park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&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/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain white t's- 1234. its thier new single, and yeah mesti laa i like it thats why i post it here kn???. the couple where " isnt a real couple, BUT THEY SHOULD BE " is damn cute. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the middle of the night because the heat is cooking me in my sleep. and like almost everybody, now i have trouble sleeping, and i cant help think about all the things that have happen these past few months. Met new people, some of them turn out to be some of my closest friends, and some just annoys me, haha. went to australia and i did something i really wanted, and had been bugging my parents since birth. fell in love. finished what i need to do there, came back. and spend most of the time i have here with my friends and familly, i know it dosent sound as much. but all the people i met, the people i shared laughes with, ill remember till..when i forget. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jiinjoo.com/modules/article/phdcomics/phd030207s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.jiinjoo.com/modules/article/phdcomics/phd030207s.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a true believer of LDR ( long distance relationship ). but there is a catch to it. there is only a certain amount of time that both of the party  can be stretch and it depends to both of them. both of them also must have the will to actually want the relationship to work. not only one part of the relationship. even though at the end even i didnt made it, that doesent mean that other people cant. being with someone special can make all the difference. i honsetly say if sha wasnt there for me, i would me f***ed up and still be there right now. and yes not to forget the familly and friends bit. Dont be afraid to chase what you think is right just because some people say something else. i know i didnt. and its been one of the best choices i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfDFK-zi8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MWnYgfhlF3U/s1600-h/Lunka_Poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfDFK-zi8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MWnYgfhlF3U/s320/Lunka_Poster02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327975151627858194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the other note, i watch Queen of Langkasuka with Hapeap and nazim, and i am telling you guys this movie sucks asss!!! i feel like killing myself by the end of it, the storyline is all over the place, there seem to be this one guy who wont die, and there is an aqua-man theme going on.. Apart from theres this chick who looks like a friend of mine ( Sakinah Husna ) and there seem to be a prince from Pahang. My vote on this movie is a NO NO, Hapeap fell asleep almost the whole movie for sake! ahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day " nazim talk shit about me to his gf. hahahah "&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-5314985384235812628?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5314985384235812628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5314985384235812628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5314985384235812628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5314985384235812628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-to-park.html' title='.Lets go to the park.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfDFK-zi8RI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MWnYgfhlF3U/s72-c/Lunka_Poster02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2113095087366178764</id><published>2009-04-23T22:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:06:04.462+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.let it be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfBjZPyUesI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TYVoRXUuE6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0118.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/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfBjZPyUesI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TYVoRXUuE6Q/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327867644564765378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ha vent been posting so much since i came back because of 2 things 1st is because im never home, always out catching up with good friends, and when i am, im always asleep. today i met M, which i miss alot and we had lunch and some other stuff. and i also had a chance to finally play with zain. cute little elf. haha. whose next? huhu. if you are wondering ,thats a picture of me holding on dear sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long awaited list is being mark of one by one and its about to finish. huhu. and to be honest im really looking forward for my classes. cant wait to hit the books again. huhu. its a diferent feeling when you are studying something you really love and enjoy. there is a different thrill to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo lazy to post these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " ( muka terkejut ) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2113095087366178764?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2113095087366178764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2113095087366178764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2113095087366178764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2113095087366178764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-be.html' title='.let it be.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SfBjZPyUesI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TYVoRXUuE6Q/s72-c/IMG_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-2177893757415240929</id><published>2009-04-22T01:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:55:20.569+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.A chapter done.</title><content type='html'>Another chapter done, an end of an era. Australia is out of here, and its back to home sweet home. i still feel like its a dream, and i am soooo afraid that i will wake up and find out that all this is just a dream i had while im in bellevue. hahahhaa. And i try not to waste any minute here at home, ill spend time with everyone i meet, my parents, brothers, new sister-in-law, mika, aiman. everyone. because at the end of all this, its the people that matters. the food is everything that its hyped up to be. i still havent finish my list of Things-to-eat, but im getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bad jokes, to happy memories to be frank i dont regret leaving home for a year plus to study in australia, when i came back last week, everything was new.. even the house ( sesat the 1st night IN my own house! ). Saw old faces and never ending smiles all around.  ill post pictures when im not lazy. ( NEVER!  HHAHAHA ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for every one thats been kind enough to fit me in thier hectic schedual ( not.. ). Thanks Ema, it turned out very very fun indeed, hope you like the gift Here's my card, ill call you~ ( hahaha ).  and to all the other bitchess.. jom hang out. get my new number and call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. nowdays dah malas gila nk update. because when i update my blog i feel emotional, and you guys dont need me wheeping here. talk to you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day " im not sure on what is going on. but you want me gone that bad. then sure. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-2177893757415240929?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2177893757415240929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=2177893757415240929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2177893757415240929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/2177893757415240929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-done.html' title='.A chapter done.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3851864030690340404</id><published>2009-04-12T18:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:00:30.765+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.burn baby burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with just simple words of truth.&lt;br /&gt;which came from something deeper.&lt;br /&gt;written with hope and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;on  paper fate with the happiest ink.&lt;br /&gt;beautifully simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands speak when it is to heavy for lips.&lt;br /&gt;love fills the heart to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;rapid flow and intense.&lt;br /&gt;time it self is crawling.&lt;br /&gt;but the entire legend unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happier days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3851864030690340404?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3851864030690340404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3851864030690340404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3851864030690340404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3851864030690340404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/burn-baby-burn.html' title='.burn baby burn.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3636595367218601874</id><published>2009-04-02T22:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:02:54.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.yadda yadda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now . everybody . sit down . be quiet . and . let me do this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3636595367218601874?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3636595367218601874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3636595367218601874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3636595367218601874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3636595367218601874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/04/yadda-yadda.html' title='.yadda yadda.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4660368444275623735</id><published>2009-03-31T21:01:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:20:54.239+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Do you think i want this?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SdHq3LvfI0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lib71Y5Tqk0/s1600-h/HomerCrazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SdHq3LvfI0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lib71Y5Tqk0/s320/HomerCrazy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319290868666934082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am stressed to the level of SuperSaya. I thought when im waiting for my flight test its going to be atleast easier. atleast not so tough. yet again, life still have some more bad jokes up his sleeve. I thought he's out of lousy jokes, but it seems that old jokes thats not funny are still.. not funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this. shut up. go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " STAB STAB STAB STAB "&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/8718378243804589731-4660368444275623735?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4660368444275623735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4660368444275623735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4660368444275623735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4660368444275623735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-think-i-want-this.html' title='.Do you think i want this?.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SdHq3LvfI0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lib71Y5Tqk0/s72-c/HomerCrazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6624901888957602013</id><published>2009-03-30T22:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:52:41.897+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.OWNED&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/a/asianown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 271px;" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/a/asianown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It happened to all of us. dont deny it. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6624901888957602013?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6624901888957602013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6624901888957602013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6624901888957602013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6624901888957602013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/owned.html' title='.OWNED&gt;'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3131587119126967832</id><published>2009-03-26T22:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:47:15.468+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Elmo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u91/catspuppiescute/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 480px;" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u91/catspuppiescute/elmo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn son! how funny is this picture eh? hahahah~ it gets me EVERY TIME. Everybody loves elmo, who doesnt? He's red, furry got that squeky voice, and he never blinks ( although that is a bit creepy ) that is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a heavy week with all the camping ( staying in school 6.30 till 6..30 ). And i am very tired. so i dont feel the need to blog. i dont have much to say now, im just trying to get a date for my flight test and get my ass back home where azim is going to pay for all my food. again. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet is freakin slow. its somewhat hot here for some reason. ive switched on the anti-social mode of myself so that i can focus more on this test. and life itself seems to be quiet. And hopefully it stays that way till i reach KLIA where i can bust a move. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of life. i see everyone is busy with thier own stuff, i think azim have his final's this april, ema doing collage, hapeap is a photographer, hafiz and fatah i guess is starting class, sha is as usual with her work and stuff. im not complaining, i think its good people are doing something good with thier time. just hope they are not too busy for me to catch  up on things later when im back. ps: azim, kerja banyak banyak, kumpul duit banyak banyak, nnt aku pow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to think that my time here is coming to an end. and i already startig to miss the people that help me while im here, like the friendly people at school, and i already listed my " people to tell off " list. so that at the end, im going to tell off everyone that i feel that should be telled off. hahahaha. yes im a bad seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i head that Maya and Adah's room is going to be my room for the time that im at home. which is a good because i have always like that room. Cant wait to see the huge ass tv abah bought. muahahaha. HOpefully the class in KLIFA wont start till middle of may, so i can have a month to myself and get fatter.. yes.. im going to eat.. and not moderately.. ahahahahahahhaha. ok laa, im still going to exercise and all, oh yeah! futsaL!! MUAUAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all. good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " its still not as good as i wish it would be "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3131587119126967832?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3131587119126967832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3131587119126967832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3131587119126967832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3131587119126967832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/elmo.html' title='.Elmo.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7621405316782894114</id><published>2009-03-14T00:55:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:09:57.957+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Fault.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SbpofHa1kQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AouvSbXRNhA/s1600-h/IMG_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SbpofHa1kQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AouvSbXRNhA/s320/IMG_3491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673594213765378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///F:/Movies/Even%20New/Rachel%20Getting%20Married%5B2008%5DDvDrip%5BEng%5D-FXG/Rachel%20Getting%20Married%5B2008%5DDvDrip%5BEng%5D-FXG.avi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if only i have the delorean ( back to the future ). go back in time, and i would do it all over again.  It havent been a good month for me, it seems good all the way till the end, where everything seems to be crumbling down piece by piece.Although i am at the worst state i ever been the whole time i am here, i have no choice but to go head on. TIme waits for no man. and i dont have much of it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about all this is, now im finally finishing ( for real this time ). i am not excited as i wish i would be. i know i got my good friends back home ( yes you guys ), but you all are busy with your own stuff like studying, and my parents, my brothers and sisters ( which are also busy with thier own stuff ) and before this i was looking forward to two things, one of them is cendol. but now, im not even in the mood for it, i put my holga in a box, because it reminds me too much of a good time, i guess in time he'll make a comeback... in time..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent post a blog these days because im busy burning the midnight oil getting ready for my what it seem to be last flights. all the preparations, all the paperwork and KDR's. This will be my time to finaly leave this place for good. finally my time to walk out of the door for the last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    well, im seriously thinking of putting this blog to rest after im done with my course here. but thats still in the planning stage. huhu. anyway. till nextime. sorry im not as cheerful as u guys expect  me to be. this is an emo post * put emo make up on. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day : " i was never looking for whose fault it is, i just want to work things out " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    . " not so " happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7621405316782894114?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7621405316782894114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7621405316782894114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7621405316782894114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7621405316782894114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/fault.html' title='.Fault.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SbpofHa1kQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AouvSbXRNhA/s72-c/IMG_3491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-918535182352133446</id><published>2009-03-11T16:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:29:43.615+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Roll over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what do you do when life give the best that it have to offer, and then they took it away?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;walk away with a smile on your face understanding that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ever comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thought of the day : "more flying, more KDR's and more flying. no wonder most of the people here is losing it. good thing im almost at the end, or ill join them for sure. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-918535182352133446?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/918535182352133446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=918535182352133446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/918535182352133446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/918535182352133446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/roll-over.html' title='.Roll over.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-340502436158808275</id><published>2009-03-10T09:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:20:42.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Being chased by a brick wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its almost done. just a couple of flights left. at the end, im not that excited to go back. not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8718378243804589731-340502436158808275?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/340502436158808275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=340502436158808275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/340502436158808275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/340502436158808275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-chased-by-brick-wall.html' title='.Being chased by a brick wall.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-9040951977540955822</id><published>2009-02-28T16:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:57:20.370+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ya'Amm!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SajOMZnKi2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/edATBZBYgsQ/s1600-h/DSCN2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SajOMZnKi2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/edATBZBYgsQ/s320/DSCN2969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307718873285036898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SajOMAaHrDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6XpQyluNYEQ/s1600-h/DSCN2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SajOMAaHrDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6XpQyluNYEQ/s320/DSCN2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307718866519436338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is an entry to the best instructor i have ever known. easy said, he's my face of aviaiton. Most of the things i know today about flying is because of him. because of him, i was able to get my PPL, and my he is the one who built my standard to what it is today. Capt.Sheriff Talaat. I wish you best of luck in all of your dreams, and know that you have done a wonderful job to all of us. Our captain. our mentor. our friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the the day " Nathan i will remember, but Sheriff i will never forget "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-9040951977540955822?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9040951977540955822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=9040951977540955822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9040951977540955822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/9040951977540955822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/yaamm.html' title='.Ya&apos;Amm!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SajOMZnKi2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/edATBZBYgsQ/s72-c/DSCN2969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-496320304051655830</id><published>2009-02-18T10:51:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:57:41.629+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Prison Thriller.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMnk7lh9M3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Orange-jumpsuited accused murderers, rapists and drug dealers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;paid homage to Michael Jackson's Thriller in a dance performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;filmed at the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitationv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Center in the Philippines (CPDRC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of the funniest stuff ive seen in ages! hahahaha. these guys are all inmates from the Philippine hahah. lawak gilaaa. kalau macam ni, i want to masuk penjara also laa! dance everyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill post pictures of me and alex when im free. later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " WE WANT PANCAKES! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-496320304051655830?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/496320304051655830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=496320304051655830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/496320304051655830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/496320304051655830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/prison-thriller.html' title='.Prison Thriller.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-990067494004568740</id><published>2009-02-11T08:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:58:15.621+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Im Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ive studied, if i fail, ill do it next week &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;these words will appear right after i press the " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;submit exam&lt;/span&gt; " button at the examination hall. every time i sat an exam, these words will creep out of my mouth to give me comfort, and the best thing is, it never fail. The anxiety, heart pumping, stomach twisting feeling of trying to push yourself to press the button that will end your exam, because you dont want to check your answers anymore, afraid that you would do more harm than good. Taking every strength u  have left, press the button, an then there will be a usually 15 second of silence where the computer will calculate and present to you the fruit of your hard work. this 15 seconds feel like a freakin life time. and then.. * puff *. There is a big " &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " on the monitor and you breathe a sense of relief. And to make the cake sweeter, this was my last exam for the time being in australia. im done. now to catch up on my flying and get myself home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/791/96/l12106236727_6143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 250px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/791/96/l12106236727_6143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omelette du fromage&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We been having a good weather these past 3 days,  a change from what use to be a suicidal heat wave, and now, a Low cloud cool weather and no sun heaven. ahah. good weather to sleep, but sucky weather to fly in. I woke up today at 6.30am to lovergirl on my phone, check my email, and thinking of going to school, but naa..ill stay home today. im going to cook myself some omelette du fromage, and some toast while enjoying back to back episode of the simpsons on foxtel. finally i have a bit of peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day  " Great mate! go home, dont do anything the rest of the day! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-990067494004568740?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/990067494004568740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=990067494004568740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/990067494004568740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/990067494004568740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-done.html' title='.Im Done.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-1784623325263814052</id><published>2009-02-10T07:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:47:28.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Beat his dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XUlSNGFoXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XUlSNGFoXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gila comel right?? Jo Koy, one of the freshest stand up comedian of our time, and he's a dad also. keep making jokes about his son. good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-1784623325263814052?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1784623325263814052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=1784623325263814052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1784623325263814052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/1784623325263814052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/beat-his-dad.html' title='.Beat his dad.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4122561284189310288</id><published>2009-02-08T09:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:34:13.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Spill it out!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i find that these days i dont have much to write about, is it because my life is uneventful? or am i just not thankful? am i boring? or have i adapt to a a different way of life? questions questions.. i have nothing to nag about, nothing to complain for a change. These days i found myself accepting my mistakes, and found out when u did something right, nobody will know that u even did anything at all. Lets be honest here, we all wish for something better everyday, a better car, a better pay, a better shoe. but not forgetting to be thankful for what you have, and for what u dont. There are always those days where u think you are the most unlucky guy in the world, but dont be so emotional and give yourself a second to take a long deep breath. People dont get what they want in life by complaining, action matters. And the rest is in Allah hands. you do what you must, and what u can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i look back at what ive achieve in a lifetime, all the wins, all the failures, the disappointment and the Number one. i dont have much trophies with my name on it, my report card isnt actually gold plated, and quite a number of failure and mistake have been made. till the point where now it made me thing " do i deserve to be here? ". what defines a man? how can someone measure his achievements? how do i know i deserve to be here?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i always find life to be an exciting but sarcastic comedian. One minute you can be on top of the world, and one minute u realize that u just dug yourself a grave. How many people have u step on along the way to get where you are, and is there such a thing as " playing fair " anymore?? does honor mean anything in this new era? All those tabloids and Gossip Magazines molding the clay of youth, and after watching the movie " Wild Child " i dont like what im seeing. is that what our next generation going to be like? To adore artist and celebrities more then thier own parents? who raise thier voice to the people who take care of them?? where make-up and Expensive clothing paint a picture of one personality, where everyone make television as a reference to how they must look or feel about things. and since when does people encourage kids to dress up like bimbos?????. what happen to the respectful woman? who hold thier integrity and honor up high. what happen to the dream of being the 1st woman president? or a respectful doctor and scientist???. All im hearing these days " i want to be like Siti Nurhaliza, i want to grow up and be famous like the PCD! ". Where in life did we divert them to this kind of mentality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents should beat up thier kids. Not to beat the till they bleed and start coughing out blood, there is a way of doing it, i see children these days, speak to thier parents without respect. yell at thier parents, hit them. no respect at all. why?? because people dont discipline thier child. My parents discipline me every time i did something stupid and i need to be teach a lesson so that i would grow up knowing what is wrong and what is right. People say that if parents hit thier children, the children will be scared for life, growing with out a colorful personality and they wont be creative and will have a grey childhood. phhttt... what a bunch of brats talking. my parents punish me when i was a kid countless times, and yes, when they hit me i cry, and i hate them " at that time " for it. but now. having a good stare in the mirror, and reminisce all places where i use to get those red things on your skin after being whiped by a coat hanger, I thank them for it. for bringing me up right. guiding me all the way and now i am happy with myself, and i think im a good man because of them. i have respect for my parents, teachers, my fellow friends, guy or gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;later mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " PERFORMANCEEE!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4122561284189310288?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4122561284189310288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4122561284189310288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4122561284189310288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4122561284189310288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/spill-it-out.html' title='.Spill it out!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-5354748988142572917</id><published>2009-02-07T16:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:23:19.518+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Tag tag tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok~ i got tag by ema, and because i have no idea how to repost this on facebook, ill paste it here instead. huhuuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so 25 random things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I will kill you if u force me to eat ASAM.. i will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. The things i like cost money that i always never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. My taste in Food is simple. no fancy pantsy for me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. for once, i enjoy what im studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. i believe in long distance relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. i have trust issues. i only have 1 really good mate, and my brother as my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. I dont judge people easily, so if u judge me, i dont really appriciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. I make new friends easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. I smile most of the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. yes, i wasted my highschool years and i know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. I am shuned from the outside world, i seriously dont know whats happening out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I always give away the impresion that i am really open, but im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. my size 14 feet are huge. but i love the shoes i get them into~ muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Shades are basicly a must these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.my Playlist is soo outdated. seriously outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. I really could use a paint of Root Beer Float right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. i know that there is no use in wishing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Forgot how most of the food in malaysia taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Hate it when people call me Lazy or Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. i am into shades, perfume, and fashion.. sue me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. i LOVE BBQ'S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22.  Dont be mad if i forgot your name and start calling you by other people names. its just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Stop eating fast food because of " Supersize-me! " and because of the " 3 year old french fries "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. need to start working  and get some money for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. i know that everything good in life is worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-5354748988142572917?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5354748988142572917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=5354748988142572917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5354748988142572917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/5354748988142572917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-tag-tag.html' title='.Tag tag tag.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6272567132944116042</id><published>2009-02-03T23:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:35:50.665+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.The Hat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a402.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/69/l_d05c0485098587f9af2de85d9aa6e399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 354px;" src="http://a402.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/69/l_d05c0485098587f9af2de85d9aa6e399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey there good looking people!. im here to talk about trademarks, not about those cop u see next to icons or pictures, but more of a personal trademark. from your crazy nickname, to what you wear, or how you smell like or even the little things that u do. In malaysia, my trademark what my dad old golf hat which i wear like a beanie. I love the classic feel to it. and it really suits me. i wear everywhere till everyone even people i dont even know, know me because of this hat. it was my mark. But one day, this guy i know said " i didnt notice u without your  hat " and that really hit me. That hat is how people see me, as the guy who wears  " the hat ". From what started out as a bad hairday hat, and ends up being a trademark. i dont wear it nowdays because of a simple reason, i left it in malaysia. Its like me leaving a part of me behind and coming back a different man. and i think i did.. so.. whats your trademark mate??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " i look good. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6272567132944116042?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6272567132944116042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6272567132944116042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6272567132944116042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6272567132944116042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/hat.html' title='.The Hat.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4293954252143607189</id><published>2009-02-02T07:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:18:16.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Good Stuff!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYPGZ5wHHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ev5QaCeqCkg/s1600-h/DSCN2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYPGZ5wHHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ev5QaCeqCkg/s320/DSCN2741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297938614354713714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYPFyHtVlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Z_SsjSuOL0/s1600-h/DSCN2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYPFyHtVlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Z_SsjSuOL0/s320/DSCN2724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297938603675833938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Commercial Navigation Exercise 1 is out of here! MUAHAHHAHAHHA. excited gila. im  " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;much closer to home. A four hour flight is something that really drains you. But it is soo worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYQTGfdPMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Jkghhf_78WM/s1600-h/DSC_5239pss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYQTGfdPMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Jkghhf_78WM/s320/DSC_5239pss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297939931994078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not forgetting my 1 year and 1 month anniversary with ze lovergirl. haha.  and to any girls or guys out there thats interested in that dress she's wearing, go to her blog for info . http://senorsissy.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " i iz happy now "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4293954252143607189?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4293954252143607189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4293954252143607189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4293954252143607189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4293954252143607189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-stuff.html' title='.Good Stuff!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/SYYPGZ5wHHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ev5QaCeqCkg/s72-c/DSCN2741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3779502968226917194</id><published>2009-01-25T23:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:01:36.615+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.Bad luck Good Luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marcofolio.net/images/stories/fun/imagedump/demotivational_posters/bad_luck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.marcofolio.net/images/stories/fun/imagedump/demotivational_posters/bad_luck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok people! this week is just one bad luck after another, next to the occasional head bumps and scrapes, this week it kicked up a notch, on friday, my usual football match with Capt. Sheriff, One of the new guy rammed his knee directly on my nose, it bleed for 2 minutes, and after i walked around scaring random people with a bloody face, it stoped. it dosent hurt that much but it does make a weird " crack-ing " sound when i move my nose tho..hm.. and on saturday, after i bought this really sharp new knife, yeah u guessed it. i cut myself on the thumb.. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but not all bad,lovergirl got her Bf Blazer ( which is obviously not ur bf's blazer ) that she's been craving for since 1874. haha. i guess everybody have his or her day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " alhamdullillahh sejukk.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3779502968226917194?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3779502968226917194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3779502968226917194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3779502968226917194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3779502968226917194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-luck-good-luck.html' title='.Bad luck Good Luck.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-6895248582984429682</id><published>2009-01-20T14:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:37:25.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.YOGA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.waylandwellness.com/images/yoga_sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.waylandwellness.com/images/yoga_sil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got an email about Yoga, and how in Malaysia, it seems that " Yoga " a form of healthy activity is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; HARAM&lt;/span&gt;!. they say that because of the origin of Yoga, which is in India and perform as a hindu thing, its haram for muslim to practice it even as a for of exercise. i do yoga abit ( just simple stretch before and once i woke up.. hardly yoga actually ahaha ). And i find nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARAM&lt;/span&gt; about it. its just a sequance of poses which stretch a particullar muscle, and nothing to do with religion or hindu-ism. just because we do something that originated and created by the hindu's means that we are converting into hinduism. whaat??? so if u do tai-chi you are a buddhist?? phhtt.. nonsense.. as long as you dont get carried away with them you are fine. Even solat is a for of exersice, the control of breathing, the movement of muscles, its good for the body and mind. Islam actually encourage peace and gaining new knowledge. i think that Yoga, Tai-chi and even pilates is a form of world knowledge, where we learn from each other. and i find nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARAM &lt;/span&gt;about it. You are not doing anything thats wrong Islamic wise.. its just a different way of exercise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day " people these days.. hishh.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-6895248582984429682?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6895248582984429682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=6895248582984429682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6895248582984429682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/6895248582984429682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoga.html' title='.YOGA.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-3102735449330544024</id><published>2009-01-18T23:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:46:24.383+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.ROCKBAND!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BY0zYfaD1VU&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/BY0zYfaD1VU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i sooo want to play rockband right now.. hopefull my lovergirl will love me more then pattinson if im good at the drums.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.happy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-3102735449330544024?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3102735449330544024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=3102735449330544024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3102735449330544024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/3102735449330544024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/rockband.html' title='.ROCKBAND!.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-7658792834531508505</id><published>2009-01-16T23:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:57:08.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.exercise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v132/145/13/706909992/n706909992_307282_5081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 417px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v132/145/13/706909992/n706909992_307282_5081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahh! the day that ive been waiting for this week. FRIDAY! today we play football, and its just what i need. a good exercise. Some cool refreshing air. No more crazy nights!. now i feel as good as new! too bad us Malaysians lost.. looks like 1 more week of Capt.Shariff calling us losers. haha. tomorrow im flying and hopefully next week is my performance paper. all is going well. CPL Nav is book for this 27th, i need to start with my KDR's and ground components. this is the final breath before the plundge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" I'M READY!! " - SpongeBob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-7658792834531508505?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7658792834531508505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=7658792834531508505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7658792834531508505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/7658792834531508505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/exercise.html' title='.exercise.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-518796970536930932</id><published>2009-01-16T10:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:43:55.278+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.lomokids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E71IHNfE8z0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E71IHNfE8z0&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the new video from Youth'09.  the lomokids put up a freakin awesome huge lomo-wall. but the biggest one i ever seen so far! haha. so proud eventho i had nothing to do with it. im proud that they are making it bigtime! i have soo much to catch up on when im done here, i need to make a huge comeback. This group means alot to me. i got alot of friends in this industry, and im missing all of them. see u guys when i come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought of the day " something wrong about being excited?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-518796970536930932?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/518796970536930932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=518796970536930932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/518796970536930932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/518796970536930932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lomokids.html' title='.lomokids.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8718378243804589731.post-4467074546177155834</id><published>2009-01-15T14:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:33:16.057+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.brink of insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b8.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00738/83/11/738781138_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://b8.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00738/83/11/738781138_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think this problem is getting serious. i am losing my sanity. bit by bit im closer to the point of self distruction. with the hot season at its peak, its like putting AVGAS on a roaring fire. During the day i can still contain it abit, i dont scream and shout as much. but i do have bizzare anger issues at weird things, like getting angry at the kettle because its not boiling water fast enough. at night, with the slightest chance of Lovergirl calling me, or anyone for that fact, the feeling of alone-ness just make things worst. right before bed, u can see me rolling around, screaming at my pillows, and restless. its this place.. ive seriously been here for too long..i need to go back. And when i finish my last paper umar datang sini, i think that might help abit. if i can i fly every single effin day, i would, but i have my limits.everyone have gone back atleast once. and im not bitching about not going back. just that my sanity is somehow counting on it. hearing things and anxiety feel as normal as the shirt on my back. All im looking foward to now is Flying and Friday. thats it. if any of want to help. please do. in the famous words of The Joker - " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push!&lt;/span&gt;  " and im really trying to hold on from being pushed off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8718378243804589731-4467074546177155834?l=iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4467074546177155834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8718378243804589731&amp;postID=4467074546177155834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4467074546177155834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8718378243804589731/posts/default/4467074546177155834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamsparticusblurbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/brink-of-insanity.html' title='.brink of insanity.'/><author><name>I Am Sparticus.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06811933905617506360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QoMJetSaRoI/ScGVIwcfWXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X9h6P_kHqjY/S220/IMG_3421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
