<?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-3719112170422975525</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:54:53.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matrip</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-7740427390889676307</id><published>2010-01-09T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:25:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on down to SP Open House on the 09 January 2010 (which is today) at around 11+ to witness SP Guys and Girls dikir barat group! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-7740427390889676307?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7740427390889676307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=7740427390889676307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/7740427390889676307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/7740427390889676307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2010/01/promote.html' title='promote!'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-259768249562701714</id><published>2009-12-27T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:43:24.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alot to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long week has passed. It feels so fast. On Monday, it was my TP. Long story cut short. I failed. But I'd like to thank Sadiq, Farhana and Amirah for coming down to BBDC to support me. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After BBDC, it was Marina Square foodcourt and Swensen's for ice cream!! How can i not be cheered up right? It's ice cream for god's sake!! =D. Thanks to Mr Sadiq Hamzah for the treat. =). I'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCMq7SaNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wiOjCyuRPqc/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419591987035793618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCMq7SaNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wiOjCyuRPqc/s400/DSC00490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCOKEeGiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n0RUGfBC11U/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419592012575676962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCOKEeGiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n0RUGfBC11U/s400/DSC00485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCN3Xj_QI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1cb7PXi0crA/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419592007555480834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCN3Xj_QI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1cb7PXi0crA/s400/DSC00481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCNY6bFeI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XjWMXBR8y1o/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419591999380198882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCNY6bFeI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XjWMXBR8y1o/s400/DSC00479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCNHpAagI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8knuymH-eRk/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419591994743745026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCNHpAagI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8knuymH-eRk/s400/DSC00482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Arif and Saf came when we were almost done with our ice cream. Amirah had to go off to work. Went to Victory as Saf wanted to eat. Hazzy came halfway. Nabin's was next for sheesha. Nabin's is definitely a comfortable place for sheesha and to chill. Again, let the picture do the talking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAO00aokI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k2aLI3mj0Kw/s1600-h/15152_211462299122_649454122_3086307_1790233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419589825027809858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAO00aokI/AAAAAAAAAc4/k2aLI3mj0Kw/s400/15152_211462299122_649454122_3086307_1790233_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAOtbyCyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LB_KVxCl2jI/s1600-h/13940_211479374122_649454122_3086357_205802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419589823045438242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAOtbyCyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LB_KVxCl2jI/s400/13940_211479374122_649454122_3086357_205802_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAOADAl3I/AAAAAAAAAco/xLL_BjnsR4w/s1600-h/13940_211477364122_649454122_3086346_620924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419589810861938546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZAOADAl3I/AAAAAAAAAco/xLL_BjnsR4w/s400/13940_211477364122_649454122_3086346_620924_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZANw5fVNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/3979Isd25Kk/s1600-h/SDC14547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419589806795478226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZANw5fVNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/3979Isd25Kk/s400/SDC14547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZANnuRrkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/64qjRsJgqkk/s1600-h/13940_211483939122_649454122_3086375_6537669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419589804332527170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZANnuRrkI/AAAAAAAAAcY/64qjRsJgqkk/s400/13940_211483939122_649454122_3086375_6537669_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for the rest of my week,it was as per normal. Thursday night went to bowl with my family members. Definitely enjoyed myself as it has been quite some time since I last had some quality time with family. Bowling has been THE sport since i was a child and it still is. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night all of a sudden got a text from a very good bud of mine, Nas asking whether I had any plans. So we decided to go Jurong Point as the twins, Hazwan and Hazwin wanted to eat. Once at Jurong Point and while the twins was eating, Nas suggested that we catch a midnight movie. All of us agreed. Went to Golden Village and booked ourselves 4 tickets to Avatar in 3-D. Chilled till 12. Movie starts. There was 3 Nachos. 2 Regular popcorns (Sweet). 2 Cheesy Hotdog. 1 Hotdog Bun. 2 Large Iced Lemon Tea and 1 Large Coke. WOAH right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was very, "jakun" to wear the 3-D glasses! OK! Now to comment about the movie. Firstly,it was 3 hours. Long huh? But let me tell you guys who have yet to watch it that it was the SHORTEST 3 HOURS that i ever felt. AVATAR WAS JUST AWESOME!! To give it a 10/10 is an understatement! It should be given more than 10 in my point of view. The effects was cool. Storyline was original. Would I watch it again? HELL YEAH I WOULD! Seriously. That movie was just marvelous! Spectacular! Breath-taking! Splendid! And whatever words there are to simply describe it as Awesome! Those of you who think it's a story about Aliens and all, well you're mistaken. Those who think that the story would be lame, you're mistaken. AND those who think that smurfs are the only creatures that look good in blue (like me),well you're mistaken. The movie ended at around 3 a.m. and if you want to know how incredible the movie was,believe me when i say that Nas,Wan,Win and myself spent an hour plus after the movie just to talk and comment about how awesome that movie was. To sum it all up:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AVATAR IS A MUST WATCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Belle:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I care for you. I care for you much more than a friend. But to utter the word love, i'm definitely not ready. I do not want you to be hurt like how she was last time. I do not want to see you suffer if I am busy with my school,cca,friends like what she faced last time. I do not want to see you experiencing the same shit that she faced last time. I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-259768249562701714?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/259768249562701714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=259768249562701714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/259768249562701714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/259768249562701714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/alot-to-post.html' title='alot to post'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SzZCMq7SaNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wiOjCyuRPqc/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-1972393585187948926</id><published>2009-12-17T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:11:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies for the absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been almost a week since I last updated this blog of mine. Apologies for that. Reason being, last Friday all the way till today, was busy enjoying myself since friday was the last day for exams. I wouldn't really say that I enjoyed myself to the fullest just yet because I've yet to enjoy it with some of my other mates. But so far, I did manage to enjoy my days till today thanks to the guys. Only today do I feel seriously bored because for one whole day, I've been at home doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! I've watched New Moon. Honestly, since I've not catch Twilight, I find New Moon to be pretty nice. My friends who have watched Twilight find Twilight to be better than New Moon and some even say that New Moon is a waste of their precious greens. But to me it was a nice movie indeed. Got to watch it and spend time with Belle ( a character from Disney's, Beauty and The Beast). Belle is a real girl and she has a real name. Just that her name shan't be revealed. So, yea. I enjoyed my time with her. Another movie date another day perhaps? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what more can I ask for when I actually met MY TWINNEH ryte after the movie ended! She was in the same theatre as i was but only after the movie ended did I get to see her and talk to her. OMG! Small world huh? I want to spend more time with her one day can if possible? I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of missing her. Not only do I miss her. But I do miss some of my other friends as well. And if you actually remember, my first paragraph I stated that I've yet to enjoy myself to the fullest as I've yet to spend it with my other mates. Well, below are those mates who I'm referring to. Who i miss dearly and who I hope I get to spend at least a day out with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyolbrL2urI/AAAAAAAAAao/VoNlJC7YnX0/s1600-h/IMG_3959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416182659245587122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyolbrL2urI/AAAAAAAAAao/VoNlJC7YnX0/s400/IMG_3959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyolcE5-iXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0A2Y0NhA7bk/s1600-h/IMG_5230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416182666149923186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyolcE5-iXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0A2Y0NhA7bk/s400/IMG_5230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syolb3oVqMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5fqfVIW2xD0/s1600-h/IMG_5228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416185385143212754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syon6V8fmtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/21gPB85EQgQ/s400/5533_1171774665356_1557715643_30455730_6731173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syon50dXuVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FDkT8QLYJvw/s1600-h/5533_1171773025315_1557715643_30455689_4540836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416185376154302802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syon50dXuVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FDkT8QLYJvw/s400/5533_1171773025315_1557715643_30455689_4540836_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syon5iSe61I/AAAAAAAAAbg/B3mHNoFC3zA/s1600-h/5933_1182693578322_1557715643_30492949_7085438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416187327943688930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyoprbcOQuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oTpt2lO9xdo/s400/16158_209597930608_617415608_4464900_5622904_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syopq_VTP0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2YK9lL3SBV0/s1600-h/12644_226619630608_617415608_4644830_6333282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416187320398462786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syopq_VTP0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/2YK9lL3SBV0/s400/12644_226619630608_617415608_4644830_6333282_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syopqtxc62I/AAAAAAAAAcA/lZd0263L0Is/s1600-h/SDC12424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416187315684698978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Syopqtxc62I/AAAAAAAAAcA/lZd0263L0Is/s400/SDC12424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyopqFtUetI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jP_QnKbvNlg/s1600-h/4961_88158493729_603958729_2019946_3569214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416187304929950418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyopqFtUetI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jP_QnKbvNlg/s400/4961_88158493729_603958729_2019946_3569214_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yeah. The people you see in the picture, are those who I really miss and who I really hope would be able to spend at least a day out and enjoy with me because I seriously miss every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On another note, my motorbike traffic police test is in another 3 days. I just hope that this time round, I pass so at least, with the license, I can go find a job and not hear my mum nagging at me like a radio telling me how I always spend my time outside the house and wasting money while at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till then, &lt;p align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-1972393585187948926?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1972393585187948926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=1972393585187948926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/1972393585187948926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/1972393585187948926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/apologies-for-absence.html' title='apologies for the absence'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SyolbrL2urI/AAAAAAAAAao/VoNlJC7YnX0/s72-c/IMG_3959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-4421782527389695490</id><published>2009-12-09T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:52:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as the title of this post suggests, I just want to wish 2 of my coursemates, Haikal and Khalis congratulations. Khalis for passing his car traffic police test. Haikal for passing his motorbike traffic police test. I defintely can tell how you guys are feeling right now. The feeling to pass the test is just priceless right? Too bad I've yet to feel it. Hopefully on the 21st, when i retake my motorbike traffic police test, I'll pass it this time round. Failing it once hurts and is disappointing enough. So yea. Just in case if you're wondering who is Khalis and Haikal, they are in the picture below along with me and a few of my other coursemates. I know a picture explains a thousand words, but this picture doesn't explain anything. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx-oOJoL0aI/AAAAAAAAAag/tQrtIqqur3M/s1600-h/10963_196048935134_765035134_3859124_813204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413230238178726306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx-oOJoL0aI/AAAAAAAAAag/tQrtIqqur3M/s400/10963_196048935134_765035134_3859124_813204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Khalis the one below. Haikal on top of him. Congrats once again you two. =)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, like I mentioned, indeed I am happy for my friends for passing. Because they are my friends and this is considered to be a huge news. But somehow, I cant help but to feel disappointed with myself when I heard both of them pass. It's like, you have this kind of,"Why can't my luck be like theirs?" kind of feeling. Don't get me wrong. No doubt I am happy for them. I don't know why, I just have that feeling all of a sudden. When I failed, almost everybody said to me,"Ader hikmah di sebaliknyer". But to be honest, I've yet to see it. I don't know. Perhaps riding a bike is something that I REALLY DESPERATELY WANT that's why I'm feeling this way. All I can say is, I'll just view it as Allah is trying to see how patient I can be and I hope on my second attempt, I'll pass it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-4421782527389695490?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4421782527389695490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=4421782527389695490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/4421782527389695490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/4421782527389695490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/congrats.html' title='congrats'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx-oOJoL0aI/AAAAAAAAAag/tQrtIqqur3M/s72-c/10963_196048935134_765035134_3859124_813204_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-9181446581174096268</id><published>2009-12-08T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:23:52.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx35O0yOm2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/naM3bKErMQo/s1600-h/15949_191693603862_613728862_3012565_5049578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412756360252005218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx35O0yOm2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/naM3bKErMQo/s400/15949_191693603862_613728862_3012565_5049578_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -As long as there's food, i'm a happy goober!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it's been awhile. Firstly on friday, all of a sudden, I find myself being in a middle of a crossfire in between a raging battlefield. In the end, once all hell settles down, it has caused some of my friends, friends whom i dearly love to actually be disappointed with me. I won't say that it's not my fault for going. However, I also won't say that it is. I admit that I went off to have fun somewhere else and actually left my dearest ones back on the other side of the battlefield. But how was I to know that the situation would escalate and end up in a mess right? If i had known that the situation would end up that way, I'd reconsider going. I hope i've explained enough and again, all I can do is to apologise and my sincerest of apology goes to you twinneh, c.b.j and the others who were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bugis, Mossi cafe &amp;amp; tai-tee was next after wherever i went before that. At around 2+ a.m, headed to somewhere to play LAN with irsyad, jeff, sadiq, jalil and qayyum. Who knew that playing LAN at that time was damn fun?! Battlefield and left for dead 2 is the booms! I really had a great time with those guys that night. Ended LAN at around 7. Tekka was next for breakfast. The thosai there, 2 thumbs up. Now, i'm craving for some. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, home sweet home after one whole night staring at the computer screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday went for Kite Flying with Fityan Clan. And again, who knew that flying kite would be fun?! Like seriously. I used to think, flying kites is stupid. You wait for the wind in order for the kite to go up in the sky. And all you have to do, is look up at it. But I'm actually not shy to admit that this activity that I find stupid, I actually enjoyed it. I WANT TO FLY KITE AGAIN! The company was also awesome. Ex-gf was there. Oh! Speaking of ex-gf, I heard stories about her from her friends who happen to be my friends as well. All I want to say to that will be stated below and I hope, it'll make it easier for you to move on:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the times I walked by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the times I made you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the times I spoke your name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember now I'm not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the times I held your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the sweet things if you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget the times and don't pretend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember now, I'm just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something simple. Not that complicated though I hope the meaning manages to pulls through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MST's just started yesterday. Alhamdulillah I managed to do both yesterday's and today's paper and alhamdulillah, I'm recovering. 3 more papers to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-9181446581174096268?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9181446581174096268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=9181446581174096268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/9181446581174096268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/9181446581174096268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/been-awhile.html' title='been awhile'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sx35O0yOm2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/naM3bKErMQo/s72-c/15949_191693603862_613728862_3012565_5049578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-6245220762061979905</id><published>2009-12-04T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:05:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxfpwEGNxbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nN6VaiKhE94/s1600-h/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411050489251743154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxfpwEGNxbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nN6VaiKhE94/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -The view just takes my breath away- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah. I'm recovering. Though not fully, but at least my health's improving. And at least, my flu didn't interfere with my bike practical just now. Hopefully a full recovery is possible by Monday. Oh and speaking of bike practical, IF ONLY I rode like I did just nw, I think there's a higher chance of me passing TP the other time and not having to repeat it. However, like what people always say, "Mungkin ader hikmah di sebaliknyer". Let's just hope that the 2nd attempt on the 21st December is a successful one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054111469374018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxftC56MikI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VFfvf2wxcRY/s400/DSC_7741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxftCjT2vZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wLy8L-tEdGw/s1600-h/DSC_7739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054105402981778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxftCjT2vZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wLy8L-tEdGw/s400/DSC_7739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxftB5V3z9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/KG3Uespm5l0/s1600-h/4827_91413363588_569958588_2072768_3690625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411054094137151442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxftB5V3z9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/KG3Uespm5l0/s400/4827_91413363588_569958588_2072768_3690625_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to wish a HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY to this mate of mine! Nasrullah is his name. One of the toughest guys i've met both physcially and mentally. A guy whom I truly respect as a friend. A guy who can be nuts at times. A guy who can crack jokes (but i can crack more than he can). A guy who USED TO BE fat. A guy who can sing. A guy who I am more than proud to admit that he's my friend. Happy Birthday once again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-6245220762061979905?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6245220762061979905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=6245220762061979905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/6245220762061979905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/6245220762061979905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/view-just-takes-my-breath-away.html' title=''/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxfpwEGNxbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nN6VaiKhE94/s72-c/DSC_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-4898830564570267311</id><published>2009-12-01T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:37:41.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxU0WkIgAUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fTo8S7j53qw/s1600/P4076605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410288089616613698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxU0WkIgAUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fTo8S7j53qw/s400/P4076605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -During JWSS Speech Day '09. Solo performance-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sneezes*. Diarrheoa's gone. Sore throat and flu's still around. Getting sick is something that most of us, I'm sure don't wish to have. I hope that I'll manage to recover by Thursday because, Thursday is going to be bike practical and it's going to be at night. I guess it's going to be pretty annoying to ride with mucus inside your nostrils. Apologies if the way I described it to be disgusting. Even if I don't recover by Thursday, I hope at least by Monday? Reason being, it's the start of MST. Being sick while taking exam is so not going to be fun. However, hope all I can. But it's up to the almighty whether He wants me to recover anytime soon or not. All I can say is, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-4898830564570267311?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4898830564570267311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=4898830564570267311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/4898830564570267311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/4898830564570267311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxU0WkIgAUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fTo8S7j53qw/s72-c/P4076605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-258693745050818581</id><published>2009-11-30T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:30:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxN_HI5annI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Y86gYmlt1Ms/s1600/5820_158750845608_617415608_3841341_1073213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409807338026212978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxN_HI5annI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Y86gYmlt1Ms/s400/5820_158750845608_617415608_3841341_1073213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -i've been thinking-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A weekend accompanied by diarrheoa, sore throat, flu and headaches is not the way you want it. On the bright side,at least i got myself a new pair of shoes. Who says you can't go shopping even when you're sick? You just have to thank the people who invented toilets cause i feel i visited it more times than I actually went inside shops. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MST's in a week. Am I prepared for it? A simple NO tells the whole story. Hopefully within this one week, at least a tinge of hardwork is pulled off. If not, we'll see. We REALLY shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-258693745050818581?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/258693745050818581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=258693745050818581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/258693745050818581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/258693745050818581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-thinking-weekend-accompanied.html' title=''/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SxN_HI5annI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Y86gYmlt1Ms/s72-c/5820_158750845608_617415608_3841341_1073213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-8814638041396016713</id><published>2009-11-27T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:20:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sheeps starts to go,"bek bek"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw_1wlHgsfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZB2JruIm81k/s1600/21062008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408811892441395698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw_1wlHgsfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZB2JruIm81k/s400/21062008079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -I Just Love Her So Much-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up late today. Did my hari raya haji prayers at the 8.30 timing because the 7.15 on already ended at around 8. Prayed with mostly bangladeshis but it's pretty much ok I suppose. They are afterall brothers of islam. Well at least those in the mosque are. Heh. Helped out with the admin side mostly. Last year already got myself dirty inside the cage with the sheeps so this year, a cleaner job for me to handle. Alhamdulillah, everything was smooth though there were moments my patience was tested, but that happens almost every year. No use getting pissed/angry during this day agreed? Aunt's place was next after friday prayers. Didn't stay till the end cause I need to meet my family too. Feels great to catch up with family and spend some quality time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home sweet home only came at around 9. Watched this show about a girl named,"Raudhah" on Suria at 9.30. That show, really moved me. It touched me. It made me realise, how greatful I should be when I'm not in that kind state. Broken family. Having a younger sibling diagnosed with cancer and eventually passed away. Btw, the younger sibling in that show, is Raudhah. Throughout the show while i was watching, I tried putting myself in the different character's shoe. I'm not a single bit embarassed to say that tears eventually did flow. It flowed like an overflowing sink when Raudhah can no longer talk and eventually can only write to communicate with her mum. Reason why my tear flowed like mad is because, it made me think how much communication have I done with my mum. With my parents. What if one day it just so happen that all of a sudden I were to become like her state? It would be too late wouldn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the show, mum saw my red eyes and a rudolphy red nose and commented," Sejak-sejak dah masuk theatre nie, sensitive betol ehk kau tgk criter smpi boleh nangis". I took that as a compliment and answered,"Menjiwai watak". Hahahaha! Macam Paham right my answer? Oh, wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-8814638041396016713?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8814638041396016713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=8814638041396016713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/8814638041396016713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/8814638041396016713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sheeps-starts-to-gobek-bek.html' title='the sheeps starts to go,&quot;bek bek&quot;'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw_1wlHgsfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZB2JruIm81k/s72-c/21062008079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-2007718214974409939</id><published>2009-11-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:07:23.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS = -_________-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw6xlG_MlwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/szKTueoeDC8/s1600/7420_164624533414_664383414_2779243_8099374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408455453607499522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw6xlG_MlwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/szKTueoeDC8/s400/7420_164624533414_664383414_2779243_8099374_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Hari Raya Aidilfitri Performance '09-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why oh why must I actually pick GEMS to be at 8 on a Thursday? If I had known that it's going to be difficult for me to wake up for it every Thursday, i would've chosen another timing. A timing that doesnt involve me having to wake up early every Thursday. A timing perhaps in the afternoon on every Wednesday i believe was the most suitable option back then. But it's too late now isn't it? Now all i can do, is to hope to survive the remaining semester having to wake up at 8 every Thursday. I've already missed 4 GEMS out of 6 classes. Bad huh? I guess, I better be ready for a warning letter from the school. *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha to all Muslims. And to those performing their hajj pilgrimage, insyallah pulang dengan haji yang mabrur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-2007718214974409939?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2007718214974409939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=2007718214974409939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2007718214974409939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2007718214974409939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/hari-raya-performance-09-why-oh-why.html' title='GEMS = -_________-'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw6xlG_MlwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/szKTueoeDC8/s72-c/7420_164624533414_664383414_2779243_8099374_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-2001450147639736906</id><published>2009-11-26T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:12:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw1ukDdT10I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v5KxBy33Tqg/s1600/5416_105242485838_727295838_2056574_5139390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408100293224421186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw1ukDdT10I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v5KxBy33Tqg/s400/5416_105242485838_727295838_2056574_5139390_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -The colour is just so striking isn't it?- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling rage. I'm feeling angry. I'm feeling frustrated. I'm feeling annoyed. I'm feeling mad. I'm pissed. But to think back,what's the point? If people have childish views on things,I guess it's pretty much their problem now isn't it? No use wasting my time to actually feel like what i'm feeling to people like them. By giving remarks like what they did, it just proves how some people, despite them being in a POLYTECHNIC can have a very immature mindset on things. The smallest of things. How young is a person in a polytechnic? Ans:17. And to think that by the time you're 17, you'd at least grow up and mature. Not give remarks about who i'm befriending or whoever i'm with because they are my friends too. They'll be more than my friends than you guys can ever imagine. You guys? For me to even consider to label as friends, i'll have to reconsider because right now, I can't even put myself together to say out the word friends to you guys. Immaturity and childishness at it's peak was what i witnessed just now. Among all the people, it's you guys? Guys who are the only ones wearing uniform in school. Guys who are suppose to go sailing next year and are suppose to spend at least a year at sea. You guys?? I'm not saying i'm THAT perfect. I have my immature side too. But unlike you guys, I know when to act my age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ORANG BEGITUKAH YANG DIPANGGIL KAWAN??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-2001450147639736906?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2001450147639736906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=2001450147639736906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2001450147639736906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2001450147639736906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/colour-is-just-so-striking-isnt-it-im.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/Sw1ukDdT10I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/v5KxBy33Tqg/s72-c/5416_105242485838_727295838_2056574_5139390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-9196810926446653074</id><published>2009-11-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:12:06.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SwwVu9mroJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/39-hYXzdMFk/s1600/4961_88161233729_603958729_2019968_538950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407721149120094354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SwwVu9mroJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/39-hYXzdMFk/s400/4961_88161233729_603958729_2019968_538950_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Muker tak perlu. I know. Hahaha!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 lecture classes was all I have for today. Y8.com accompanied my boredom throughout both lectures. SISPEC came after and seriously, that place really reminds me of my past when i was in NCC. How I used to have camps there. How I used to have to march around to places everywhere i go. Annoying. Though that place may seem to be boring because it's actually a place for NS men to go, I feel that place really helped and actually developed me to being who I am today. That place was where i got my Staff Sergeant rank when I was in Sec 4. Go do some research on that rank that i used to hold and you'll find out in what way have i developed. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting and motorbike practical came after sundown. Meeting, there's nothing much i have to elaborate on because it's confidential. Let's just see how friday goes. As for bike pract, it was fine. Alhamdulillah that i reached BBDC back safely after having to have my practical on the road. However, after failing TP once, honestly,the feeling to have to go back there,go through revisions,more practice and have to wait for another upcoming TP date just sucks. But what can I do. That's life for you. I look forward for the upcoming TP that I have booked. Let's just pray that I'd pass this time round. A few more months before i have to sail (that is IF a shipping company come anytime soon). I can't fail another time. I just can't. Haix. But what if?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-9196810926446653074?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9196810926446653074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=9196810926446653074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/9196810926446653074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/9196810926446653074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/muker-tak-perlu.html' title='A Day'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FmxR5QQIrBU/SwwVu9mroJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/39-hYXzdMFk/s72-c/4961_88161233729_603958729_2019968_538950_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719112170422975525.post-2922974497458871625</id><published>2009-11-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:02:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah Maju!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally! Fique is back in the blogging world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I begin,i'd like to thank a good friend of mine, Syed Arif Anwar for helping me out with this blog of mine. If it wasn't for him,this blog,would be far from what you're seeing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, thanks alot Arep. Owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,been quite awhile might i say since i last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be a VERY lengthy post if i were to list every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Highlights of my life that has happened recently:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Legally 18!&lt;br /&gt;2) Bike license&lt;br /&gt;3) First GPA (2.62)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) First pementasan (Muzikaraya 09-Jom Balik Kampong!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Muazzin Course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that's pretty much some of it. Obviously I can't possibly remember all of it. Those are afew that are still clear in my mind. Others if there's anymore,will be listed on another post,insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's been good. Though previously I used to be attached, but i guess, now that i'm single, thank god i have friends. Who says you need love to live right? However, I didn't say that it's not something unnecessary. Perhaps for now,it is for me. Like what i always tell my friends,"When love is there, it's there. You don't question somebody anything that revolves around love because to me, it's just something natural that hits us all of a sudden without us realising it." Right now, i've yet to feel it. Perhaps due to what happened to my previous relationship, I am just not ready for another one perhaps. It's too fast I feel. I do not want to do anymore mistakes. I do not want to hurt another girl. I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a lighter note about love. I can't be anymore happy,contented,overjoyed and whatever more words that simply describes happy, for 2 of my friends. One's a Man n the other a Lady. They just got attached. I name them Jay-Z n Beyonce. Beyonce innitially, didn't want to open up for anybody. But i'm glad that eventually she did and she couldn't have chosen anybody else better for her,I feel. I'll pray for the both of you to have a smooth relationship. However I'd like to quote from Qayyum,"Smooth seas doesnt make a good seaman while smooth relationship doesnt always make a good couple". There's definitely bound to be ups and downs and I hope you guys wud be strong to encounter it both together. Especially the down part as it's the pinnacle where it either makes or breaks a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly,to a friend,i handed you a gun wit a bullet in it. You were suppose to shoot him as I just wanted what's best for you and i felt that it was. I TRUSTED YOU. But instead, u gave him that gun which he had used to shoot me. I'm not dead. Just wounded. Are you happy? When i asked you why you did what you did, you stayed silent. Coward. And now,you're expecting me to go to you first? Sorry,but it ain't happening. If you just so happen to be reading this, I want 2 things from you. One, an explaination. Two, a sincere apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Rilek Jack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719112170422975525-2922974497458871625?l=rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2922974497458871625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719112170422975525&amp;postID=2922974497458871625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2922974497458871625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719112170422975525/posts/default/2922974497458871625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rilekjackdoh.blogspot.com/2009/11/dah-maju.html' title='Dah Maju!'/><author><name>relink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343488979235386634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
