<?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-8976573493707948601</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:40:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knightfall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-2584960191531583671</id><published>2011-03-09T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:05:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1wWbU9pS5U/TXZrZO2KmxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ASMX3nxE04U/s1600/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1wWbU9pS5U/TXZrZO2KmxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ASMX3nxE04U/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581766869398493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear what is luring in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....9/3/11.... is here.... HEHEHEHEHEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-2584960191531583671?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2584960191531583671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=2584960191531583671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2584960191531583671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2584960191531583671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2011/03/fear-what-is-luring-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/-x1wWbU9pS5U/TXZrZO2KmxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ASMX3nxE04U/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-4627051147871403226</id><published>2011-03-08T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:39:24.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCNI4TSfxn4/TXWlgMhi--I/AAAAAAAAAN8/gBDMGoW4hWs/s1600/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCNI4TSfxn4/TXWlgMhi--I/AAAAAAAAAN8/gBDMGoW4hWs/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549285731924962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is this mysterious picture, king?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....9/3/11.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-4627051147871403226?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4627051147871403226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=4627051147871403226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/4627051147871403226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/4627051147871403226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-this-mysterious-picture-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/-dCNI4TSfxn4/TXWlgMhi--I/AAAAAAAAAN8/gBDMGoW4hWs/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-6126021437051129638</id><published>2011-02-28T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:17:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a mustache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and starting this moment, from now, from this moment on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this will be the moment, starting now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will mark of a new era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have found myself a new trademark quote. and its pretty badass.&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for more...  9/3/11.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9rXE14tCQA/TWu8RVwSlBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wSc5OXdwPnM/s1600/3537491298_12985cb595_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9rXE14tCQA/TWu8RVwSlBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wSc5OXdwPnM/s320/3537491298_12985cb595_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578759569511978002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-6126021437051129638?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6126021437051129638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=6126021437051129638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6126021437051129638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6126021437051129638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-mustache.html' title='i have a mustache'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/-J9rXE14tCQA/TWu8RVwSlBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wSc5OXdwPnM/s72-c/3537491298_12985cb595_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-6665884015832609597</id><published>2011-02-24T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:58:22.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a while since i log into my blog and i notice, some of my posts are missing!&lt;br /&gt;well never mind about that, as i was saying, read this post and smack your face with ur elbow. its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you think you know me but i dont think youre anything near that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;these are probably the 10 things that you dont know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trust me. what? you dont trust me? what?! you got a problem in trusting me? what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. at home, when i have to eat with cutlery, i only use this specific pattern one. if someone got them, ill change them with mine before they use or if its used, ill wash them and use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have 3 scars on my face. if you can tell me where, id give you a stunner! and thats the bottomline cause stone cold said sooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i once ate 33 sticks of chicken satay for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. fries plus chili sauce or ketchup is weird to my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i prefer mini-scale, models, costumes, puppets, make-ups over cgi when it comes to sci-fi movies actually. like the first predator movie or the back to the future trilogy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cgi makes the movie look not real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my watch can talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. im into body building. i even endorse my own protein supplement brand, muscle x booster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIp8iMYEgN4/TWu3m2Bl6rI/AAAAAAAAANs/9kIBf_mQWbE/s1600/Snapshot_20110220_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIp8iMYEgN4/TWu3m2Bl6rI/AAAAAAAAANs/9kIBf_mQWbE/s320/Snapshot_20110220_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578754441393597106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA well nah actually i have interest in cooking. learn to cook, to be more specific. i dont knw how to cook anything. it all started from a question of what and how to cook char kuey teow, then after that it just got me there. i find it really creative and helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the most embarassing AND worst moment i had with my parents is when i was.. 8 or 9 i think, we were on holiday in australia, and scary movie was on tv. they didnt censored the sex scene. i didnt knw how to react and i was a kid, so i do not know much on how to 'control my power' yet HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. though the dark knight is a fantastic movie and a massive hit, in my opinion, batman begins is the best. but i might change my opinion since nolan hasnt complete his trilogy yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the number of times my testicles got violated by the doctor? TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-6665884015832609597?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6665884015832609597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=6665884015832609597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6665884015832609597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6665884015832609597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while-since-i-log-into-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/-KIp8iMYEgN4/TWu3m2Bl6rI/AAAAAAAAANs/9kIBf_mQWbE/s72-c/Snapshot_20110220_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-8772484054383398018</id><published>2010-10-01T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:12:28.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kids, if you happen to came across my blog someday, on the 1st of october 2010,&lt;br /&gt;no no, this wasnt the date i met your mother but the day i found a new hobby. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;e-comic book is probably the best thing after glee and L4D2 at the moment for me!&lt;br /&gt;i just downloaded a few batman series like batman : year one, batman : hush, the killing joke, the long halloween and batman : blackest night.&lt;br /&gt;you may picture me as a very lame nerdy teenage boy who dreams of katy perry at random nights, wearing batman tee and read online news about the latest update on vid games for that, but hey! big daddy cool here is totally the opposite of that. i was a badass who.. indeed like all those things, together having an obsession of getting a fender strat, football and the cheerios trio. and singing my own parody songs with my friends and other crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;like mr. will said, glee is COOL! the show i mean. the nerds and wannabes in my days here think they can go 'glee'.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how are things gonna be in the future era, but thepiratebay.org, i just wanna thank you for all the albums, movies, tv series and e-comic book. :')&lt;br /&gt;may you live till im 2938 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-8772484054383398018?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8772484054383398018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=8772484054383398018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8772484054383398018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8772484054383398018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-if-you-happen-to-came-across-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-3835492501865519076</id><published>2010-09-21T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:08:19.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is not an essay about my pet. which reminds me, i did have a pet rabbit when i was 9 i think.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, bunny i mean im talking about farhanah! my girlfriend, whom ive given that nickname ever since... maybe since we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;who ever thought we're gonna be together? :) even ourselves pun didnt expect for this.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of miracle of istanbul? probably this is something like that. at least thats what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, her apartment blacked out. probably a power breakdown, not a sudden shutdown. so we dont have to condemn tnb here. a short circuit.&lt;br /&gt;it was at 4am-5am, she told me she was scared and her lamp exploded when it happened. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;magikarp bukan?&lt;br /&gt;she said that i did a favour for her and shes thankful to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to me, i was doing what i had to do rather i was doing a favour. being there and taking care for her.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, i will always be there for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, hanah. told you! out of the darkness, the knight will come! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic we took when we were on skype. it says it all to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TJjXnL93ybI/AAAAAAAAANY/KgZgv_I8mPc/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TJjXnL93ybI/AAAAAAAAANY/KgZgv_I8mPc/s320/Video+call+snapshot+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519398411569711538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-3835492501865519076?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3835492501865519076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=3835492501865519076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3835492501865519076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3835492501865519076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-bunny.html' title='my bunny'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TJjXnL93ybI/AAAAAAAAANY/KgZgv_I8mPc/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-5974993020633929459</id><published>2010-09-09T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:20:55.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2 hours before iftar, playing L4D2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all praise be to allah swt, the ramadhan went well with me. i ended my iftar just now with tomorrow's dish.&lt;br /&gt;so i would like to thank my family, my friend, my cats, ermm WHAT?! sorry but i think i have IED.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that malaysia have a very weird culture when it comes to aidilfitri. whenever i switch on the tv or radio or anything, mesti wajib ada lagu or cite sedih.&lt;br /&gt;i remember someone told me that it is a sin to be sad on aidilfitri because it is suppose to be a celebration of completing the ramadhan month. not a day for us to be sad at all.&lt;br /&gt;why im frustrated over this is because it gives a bad image to islam. if kat tv or radio pasang iklan, movie or lagu sedih2, what would ppl from other religion think of us? 'ini apa pasal mau sedih? bukan kena enjoy ka?!'&lt;br /&gt;typical malay. still being obsess over their race. dah bawak culture melayu in islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what i notice, i never saw any chinese new year or deepavali advertisement yang sedih2.&lt;br /&gt;plus we're suppose to celebrate aidiladha more grand. kat malaysia sini, biasa je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;takbir raya pun tune sedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;listen to what im gonna say here, islam is not a religion for malay only.&lt;br /&gt;islam is a religion for all, EVERYONE! tak kira malay, chinese, indian, vietnamese, irish, german, everyone here in malaysia and the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;so jgn nak masukkan kita puna ke-streotype-an into our beloved religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak main mercun smpi putus jari pun takpe. janji enjoy. if nak sedih2 nangis mintak maaf, takyah raya je senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time for us, malaysian, to change our mind setting.&lt;br /&gt;its not because we're malay or chinese or indian but because of how we think.&lt;br /&gt;whether we're a good or bad person is not because of our race or religion but because of our lack of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, listening to rage against the machine's tire me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-5974993020633929459?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/5974993020633929459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=5974993020633929459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/5974993020633929459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/5974993020633929459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-hours-before-iftar-playing-l4d2.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-7011051094181464302</id><published>2010-08-03T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:13:22.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets get over how great or crap the world stage was.&lt;br /&gt;though ive sighed a few times today, knowing that i actually missed opportunity to meet katy perry in person! *anang's separuh jiwa ku pergi playing as background song*&lt;br /&gt;haih lets put that aside for a moment.... :(&lt;br /&gt;maybe am gonna update abit about my college life. well its going pretty well for me. theres only 7 or 9 of us in class, depends on the subjects. :S&lt;br /&gt;but its pretty okai to me cause less people, more focus maybe? still havent learn much yet, probably in the 2nd week, things will get heavier abit.&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair too. after... 5 months of it i think? i rmbr i cut in back in february. kinda missing it.&lt;br /&gt;i usually shake my head to get hair frm getting into my eyes while playing video game or anything. and still having that habit and it feels abit weird HAHA. i rmbr shaking my head a few days ago and felt really dizzy cause my head feels really light this time. but its okai yea i like my new hair now :P HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been checking out updates on the highly anticipated chris nolan's 3rd and last batman movie everyday!&lt;br /&gt;really excited about it but not much of infos got from the net. no news about whos the villain or maybe, who ARE the villains.&lt;br /&gt;most rumours are saying the riddler will be the main villain, which actually i prefer him to be in the supporting villain role. i feel the character doesnt fit in the storyline because of how they ended the dark knight. maybe they should try out someone new like they did in batman begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black mask would be another great villain in that position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my choice of the main villain would be either azrael or hush! it will be great to see one of em featured in the 2nd sequel together with the riddler and black mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would LOVE to see the catwoman too, will be fine if shes just gonna be selina kyle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TFgtDG5UKZI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PCepbV8YMU/s1600/batman610pg228rjnz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TFgtDG5UKZI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PCepbV8YMU/s400/batman610pg228rjnz7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501196476246927762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;benar ku mencintai muuuu tapi tak begini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who should play that role? maybe her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr3KrxNAiyc/S-RRC_FulRI/AAAAAAAAArM/R0jTDKynRrw/s320/katy_perry_mp3_lyric_video_music.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr3KrxNAiyc/S-RRC_FulRI/AAAAAAAAArM/R0jTDKynRrw/s320/katy_perry_mp3_lyric_video_music.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-7011051094181464302?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/7011051094181464302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=7011051094181464302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/7011051094181464302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/7011051094181464302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-get-over-how-great-or-crap-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/TFgtDG5UKZI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PCepbV8YMU/s72-c/batman610pg228rjnz7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-3648993751399543913</id><published>2010-07-25T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:41:50.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tomorrow will mark of a new era. there was once a saying, that the last man standing will stand as long as he wants because... well, actually what im about to talk about probably has nothing to do with that saying. just a booster for myself, you know?&lt;br /&gt;ill be starting college tomorrow and between me and my friends, im the last one to start! :\&lt;br /&gt;that wait has ended and im pretty.. excited about it i guess. i hope for the best for tomorrow and in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont wrestle at school or home. especially not with someone 3 times your weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and going along with that saying, i would pay tribute to my cat which probably has a lion heart, survived after a car accident. his injury is quite serious, takleh breath properly, cant eat and he has to sleep sitting down instead :(&lt;br /&gt;but hes still fighting with all his heart to live! my family agrees to take him to the vet surgeon tomorrow since just the clinic couldnt do much.&lt;br /&gt;i pray for a speedy recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-3648993751399543913?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3648993751399543913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=3648993751399543913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3648993751399543913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3648993751399543913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-will-mark-of-new-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-6272339250492769091</id><published>2010-06-17T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:14:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as usual, its not easy being firdaus. as what was once said by adam, 'kita je yg bagus!', i couldnt do anything else but to agree over his words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the main topic of this post is of course, non other about the current phenomena, the world cup! :D&lt;br /&gt;though it puts a smile on my face because of the great gameplay played by the teams, the magic and class from the star players of each national team and the sexy ladies, the vuvuzela and so many more lah.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda shows how interesting and powerful football is. everyone seems to be watching and talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;makes me kinda proud of the game too, since im an avid fan and a player of the game too . relek ah nak budget gak sesekali&lt;br /&gt;but this year's world cup is kinda slow abit. not many goals. plus im kinda irritated of douchebags going all over it as if they know much about football. probably they can name a few star players, put some irritating shit on their status to show their love towards their team but they dont even knw anything about real football. and yet they go blablabla 'because im an asian', 'because thats my birthplace', 'this team will win the world cup!', 'nasib team ni kalah!' BLABLABLA malas nak type panjang, bersambung gak kening ni. tu takpe lagi, jgn perut besar pulak. probably, they dont even know whats the different between a direct freekick and an indirect freekick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for acting like a misanthropist, but i just dont like to be annoyed. i guess there are pros and cons about world cup too u knw. lets just look at the bright side!&lt;br /&gt;which team am i putting my money on for this year's world cup? like usual. ;)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fifa-champions.com/imagenes/chica/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.fifa-champions.com/imagenes/chica/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEUTSCHLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-6272339250492769091?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6272339250492769091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=6272339250492769091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6272339250492769091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6272339250492769091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-usual-its-not-easy-being-firdaus.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-2914456306985492552</id><published>2010-05-30T01:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:18:11.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello there. according to professor lawnord's research, regardless of how long have you been living in this polluted world, your family only knows 14% about yourself, your close friends only know 7% of you, your spouse/partner knows about 3.17% of you and the guy who works at the grocery store knows absolute nothing about you (except if he's your family or close friend or lover that is).&lt;br /&gt;since i made that crap up, i think not many knows much about me. only a few knows why i like to sleep alone at night. and not many knows that i like to fish. but theres one thing not many knows about me! theres a reason why they call me, 'the man with the thousand names'! and some of these names are given as an honor, some has a story behind it, some are just self-proclaimed names and well some are just total crap frm my retarded friends. so pandai2 lah guna otak yang mana ngarot, yang mana tidak eh. so tonight, i would like to list down all the names to help everyone, my family and friends, bloghoppers, grasshoppers and the former winner of the miss world 2004, to know me better!&lt;br /&gt;so if you are at home, scratching your nose, with nothing to do or maybe youre trying hard to make a kite fly but realize youre really shitty at it, please come down to my blog and read up all the nicknames as fast as you could in 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;the winner of this competition will win 6 tickets to australia and unlimited vanilla coke stock for 3 years. that is such a heaven kan? if only if this competition is real. hrmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okai lets go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;Fir&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus Torres&lt;br /&gt;Torres&lt;br /&gt;Batman&lt;br /&gt;Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;King&lt;br /&gt;The Bat&lt;br /&gt;Fidot&lt;br /&gt;The Firster&lt;br /&gt;Fir-O-Matic&lt;br /&gt;The King Of Kings&lt;br /&gt;Ferdy The Birdy!&lt;br /&gt;Kotek (you all should know which idiot calls me by this name. clue : a crossover between a yeti and a humanbeing with a stupid hair)&lt;br /&gt;Van Nistelrooy&lt;br /&gt;The Revolutionizer!&lt;br /&gt;Firfir!&lt;br /&gt;Kecik!&lt;br /&gt;Jake Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Kencing! (same goes to here)&lt;br /&gt;French Fries&lt;br /&gt;The Fury&lt;br /&gt;Firryy&lt;br /&gt;The Sex Panther&lt;br /&gt;Nando&lt;br /&gt;and The Space Truckin', Lady Puller, Skull Crushin', Light Tracker,  Star Shootin', Six Million Dollar Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait theres more! but unfortunately i have some tuna sandwich to finish here, so good luck trying!&lt;br /&gt;(tell me if i left out any. comment or private message abang fir okai?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-2914456306985492552?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2914456306985492552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=2914456306985492552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2914456306985492552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2914456306985492552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-8413936341089028479</id><published>2010-04-28T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:57:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talked to some old friends, did some catching up. good to know that theyre doing great.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing that things hasnt change much between me and tarrence, taught me to be thankful of the people that i have in my life. knowing that they appreciate you, makes me feel guilty like you wish you could make things right for them all cause you just wanna let them just know how much you appreciate them too.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe yea, people come and go. people change. blablabla you cant stop the world from spinning on its axis.&lt;br /&gt;what im trying to say is life is short. so instead, we should appreciate it. not like enjoy it to the max or dip your wee wee in some wussies. yea i know, not everyone is straight-edged. so fuck off lah kan&lt;br /&gt;but you cant be selfish and say that you wanna live your life your own way. i mean they are others in your life who probably depends on you. so after yourself, think about others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing i have a great family and friends makes me feel, well, like life is worth fighting for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-8413936341089028479?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8413936341089028479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=8413936341089028479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8413936341089028479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8413936341089028479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/04/talked-to-some-old-friends-did-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-6867867421758853072</id><published>2010-02-08T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:02:00.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally.... MUHAMMAD FIRDAUS HAS COME BACK!&lt;br /&gt;..to firdaus-10.blogspot.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since the great one made a post here. and its been a while since the king of kings did something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite boring lately. no activities. most of my peps are busy.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant do much without having my partner in crime, my brother in destruction! since hes in ozz.&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends tried on stuffs that we never did before. and i find it really interesting for me.&lt;br /&gt;for today's highlight reel, i would like to tell you readers that i won the go-kart race. :D thats all for today. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;on regarding about myself.. im usually on the guitar around 3-5 or 8-10 and then its the ps3 session from 12 to 4 or 5 in the morning maybe. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing much i could do. my mind is not in a stable condition. i mean im not saying 'i knocked my head on the wall and there im crazy!' u know. im bothered over something. but in time, ill forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;though its the right moment for me to listen to some sentimental music while looking at the fan. i mean bila lagik nak buat macam tu kan&lt;br /&gt;so the conclusion to it was, i played the wrong game and ended up twisted. i ignored my instinct but that would never happen again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-6867867421758853072?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6867867421758853072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=6867867421758853072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6867867421758853072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6867867421758853072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-2906397612446842998</id><published>2010-01-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:58:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the signs are already there. but i was so delusional that i couldnt see.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was blinded by it you know? i thought it was there between us.&lt;br /&gt;but i still just dont get it why did you treated me like we were something.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i have feelings for you. you told me not to put so much hopes on me,&lt;br /&gt;but why did you gave me hopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think youre heartless and selfish. but at this moment, i just dont get you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-2906397612446842998?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2906397612446842998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=2906397612446842998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2906397612446842998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2906397612446842998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/01/signs-are-already-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-6891421547096739018</id><published>2010-01-03T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:55:24.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my new year's celebration was pretty straightedge. i didnt go to any mall or dip my twinkie at any clubs or pubs.&lt;br /&gt;you know im a very laid back person, i dont like noises and crowded places! so my friend had a bbq party and though i was the only underage ( the others are aged 21 and me sorang je 17), it wasnt bad at all. it was fun, EVENTHOUGH those assclowns tried to take off my pants and my sister didnt even trying to stop them, instead she was laughing with them.&lt;br /&gt;but PRAISE BE TO ALLAH!, i have the strength to fight back! so my jeans were safe that night and could continue eating the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;due to some certain (satan) reason, i couldnt celebrate with my homies! it would be great if i could celebrate with all my great friends, from all groups, such as The Usual (Sarah, Rohit, Suraya, Fen, Moraish), The Legacy ( Kam Jam and Shaf), Gang Gangster ( Jyun, Tarrence, Pravin, Joseph) and the last but not least... i dont have a name for them yet.. hrmm how about Pretty Mean Sisters? PMS? HAHA (Farfar, Sue, Liena, Myra)&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much to say actually. a new year is a new journey. so all the best and good luck and remember to wear your seatbelt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-6891421547096739018?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6891421547096739018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=6891421547096739018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6891421547096739018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/6891421547096739018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-years-celebration-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-414029383710398016</id><published>2009-06-02T03:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:44:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight INDEED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before she goes off to labuan, i would like to bid farewell to my dearest friend, who had never lied to me and been very truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BATMAN! says:&lt;br /&gt;*SEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;*firdaus is batman&lt;br /&gt;farah k! says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEEAh obviouslyyy. i think your name would come in my mind first then christtian balee hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I AM THE DARK KNIGHT INDEEED!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA hope you have a good time there, farfar. and ella too!&lt;br /&gt;jangan lupa beli chewing gum eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-414029383710398016?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/414029383710398016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=414029383710398016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/414029383710398016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/414029383710398016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2009/06/before-she-goes-off-to-labuan-i-would.html' title='The Dark Knight INDEED!'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-1906899963625497715</id><published>2009-02-25T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:50:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 of my favourite team, the champion of england and the champion of italia, go head to head on UEFA champs league last 16 qualifying round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manchester united 0&lt;/span&gt;, internazionale milano 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;luckily i didnt wake up at 3 this morning to watch it or else buat buang karan je watching a boring 0-0 match.&lt;br /&gt;instead i watch the highlights at youtube. united had a good first half on that match. they were attacking like usual and ronaldo made alot of attemps on goal but julio cesar was great.&lt;br /&gt;zlatan ibrahimovic definitely had a quiet match. all the spotlight was on him and ronaldo, debating on whos actually the best and all.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i rarely watch man united's matches nowdays. their league matches sometimes start kinda late, dont bother about champs league, im too lazy to get up at 3am and watch. instead, i watch aston villa's match!&lt;br /&gt;and i have to say theyre doing great right now. i like the way they play. its really simple. pass and go.&lt;br /&gt;though they lost with chelsea, i like the way how they change their strategy frm the normal zigzag ground passing to high-ball game. okai enough of talking football. i dont really talk much about it, i prefer playing it MUCH MUCH MUCH MOREH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been like a week already and im still having a bad hair time. not saying my hair looks good before but, have you ever had like those moment where you wake up in the morning, wash yourself, do your hair and you think it looks fine with yourself? it matches your clothes, your face and all.&lt;br /&gt;and then the next day, you do the same thing but this time it just doesnt look right at all?&lt;br /&gt;so yea im having that moment but its been going for like a week already. i dont know if its the hair product im using or its the haircut but i still CANT find the right hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;probably the haircut... i remember i went to the salon and the lady asked me how to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her i want that john mayer's hairstyle and she was like "JOHN MAYER AH?" (reads this in a chinese accent loudly)&lt;br /&gt;apparently she doesnt knw whos john mayer, so i told her to just cut it layered. but instead the side and the back of my hair is longer than the top and i ended looking like a retard! until today.. x(&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was my fault for not telling her not to leave the top too long cause i usually would spike it up or whtevr word you use it since my hair is wavy, so no spiky2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ITS LIKE WE'VE BEEN STRUCK BY THUNDER BUT WE'RE STILL GETTING USED TO IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;since firdausday is coming, i am making a list to help you people :P on what to buy. HAHA &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. a plain black nike hoodie. (or giordano would be fine enough. hoho)&lt;br /&gt;2. MICKEY MOUSE TSHIRT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. okai maybe a good hairspray or hair wax would be good for a birthday present too&lt;br /&gt;4. nike tshirts. the casual one, not the sports or training kit.&lt;br /&gt;5. PS3 games? :D ( DVC4, MotorStorm : Pacific Rift, or PES09!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. a nice leather-strap wristwatch? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;7. nike tiempo air legend 2. size 5.5. all-white or white/red or white/black. go and find out the price and buy.&lt;br /&gt;8. yea some good shoes would be good too. nike, converse or nike air max eh eh&lt;br /&gt;9. megan fox's bra&lt;br /&gt;10. and yea.. i dont have a blue faded jeans u knw? :S okai so that comes together with a nice belt. OH MAKE IT A BATMAN BUCKLEBELT! and and the logo must be the latest one *points up*&lt;br /&gt;11. plain-coloured tee from giordano or bossini. but not topshop. alot of ppl are wearing it. even the rempits. and not forgeting the shufflers. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;12. spain jersey with fernando torres's name and number on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okai some of them are kinda ridiculous. cost about RM200 above. hoho&lt;br /&gt;so you homies got..exactly..12 more days from now. so go get some money and make me proud, soldier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-1906899963625497715?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1906899963625497715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=1906899963625497715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/1906899963625497715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/1906899963625497715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-of-my-favourite-team-champion-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-3238029343281351934</id><published>2009-02-21T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:50:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even when we're asleep, somehow, automatically, we will get up if someone or something is around.&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;even if you sleep with the door open and then say someone got in the room without making any sound at all, we will get up. as if our mind has this 'present-detector'.&lt;br /&gt;happened to me for number of times. my cat ALWAYS does that.&lt;br /&gt;my mama will always wake (or try to wake me. hoho) up early in the morning and leave the door open and sometimes, my cat will jump on the bed and sniff around my face. :S&lt;br /&gt;and and i had an awkward one, i felt like someone was inside my room, so i open my eyes and i saw my 6 year old cousin was staring at me. :|&lt;br /&gt;i was like "what are you doing here?" i hope she didnt hear me say anything weird or SEE me DOING anything weird.&lt;br /&gt;even if i did ANYTHING wrong, im STILL innocent cause i was asleep. my mind is somewhere else, maybe in germany or somewhere in europe.&lt;br /&gt;its a weird feeling to wake up like that. im still wishing someday, i wake up in the morning and emma roberts is sleeping beside me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am really tired right now. though i didnt do anything much today, physically. i havent play sports for like almost 2 or 3 weeks. :(  such a sad case, isnt it? lack of exercise could lead to depression. SERIOUSLY, go to wikipedia if you dont believe me. so if youre feeling depressed right now, go grab a rope and do some jumping. that could ease off some tension!&lt;br /&gt;my band jammed today. we had a great time. i felt like i was possesed or something when we played I Hate Myself For Loving You. classic rock never fail to make us roll on the floor. YEAP!&lt;br /&gt;hrmm... well nothing to post really. only that my 25 year old-brother bought another PS3 controller! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okai too early to celebrate because the games that i have are all single-player games.&lt;br /&gt;no multiplayer yet. :(   nvm, i shall wait till i have money and ill buy WE09, Tekken 6 and Gran Turismo 5!&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats all i guess for tonight, ive a friendly match tomorrow. and i need a new pair of boots. NIKE TIEMPO AIR LEGEND 2!!!! :(   bahh money again. nitey nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-3238029343281351934?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3238029343281351934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=3238029343281351934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3238029343281351934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3238029343281351934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2009/02/even-when-were-asleep-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-2273790751741758357</id><published>2009-02-04T19:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:49:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Say Goodbye to Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since im outta idea of what to blog (nothing special for this week yet). im gonna post something different today.&lt;br /&gt;before this, i posted some article. (to me, that is. probably craps to others :P)&lt;br /&gt;so this time, im gonna post a story.&lt;br /&gt;a story. YEAP, i wrote a story.&lt;br /&gt;NO, its not a 'based on an true story' or 'experienced' craps, its my english homework actually. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;this is like the first time i ever wrote a story in my life. i never wrote one. not even in an exam.&lt;br /&gt;okai except if u consider those 'Write about your Aidilfitri and how was it blablabla' is a story.&lt;br /&gt;this is like a love story, man! something like Romeo and Juliet! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEA IM GONNA BE LIKE SHAKESPEARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway the title of the story is there *points up*  dont ask why, i have no idea. i just simply put that. hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the reason why im posting it cause some of my friends want to read it so yea. enjoy the stupid story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;also to anyone came across my fuckin blog. hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prologue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I hauled in a bracing breath and exhaled slowly. I stood face to face with my lowly beginnings, and determined to lay the memories to rest - here and now, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Time to let it go," &lt;/span&gt;I murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out from the car, and turned to confront my past. A place with memories, yes, the lake. The lake where we used to spend time together. I stared at the big tree that was silhouetted against the blazing orange-and-yellow sunset, where rolling hills flattened into gray, arid plains. Our indestructible fortress of love, now is just a mausoleum, a catacomb for the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Memories&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you said you got something for me," I said.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down under the big tree near the lake. A place where we would usually go after school or for an evening walk. Emma smiled at me and grabbed a box out from her bagpack. It is small-in-size, white in colour with a big glossy red heart pattern on top of it. Well, it is my birthday today, kind of expecting a bigger box from her. I know I shouldnt have that kind of thinking as a boyfriend but I just wanted that latest Nike Air Max so much.&lt;br /&gt;" I know youre not the nostalgic type but I hope you like it," Emma said with a cheeky smile on her face. "As long its not a book about fishing, its fine with me, love," I joked.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and I gave her one big hug and a kiss as a token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more days to the school prom and I still have not asked her about it, eventhough it is obvious she will be going to the prom with me, isnt this how things should be? The boy will ask the girl he likes to be his date to the dance? I could feel butterflies in my stomach. The last time I felt so nervous was 10 years ago, when my mama interrogated me about her flower vase which I accidentaly broke it while I was playing with a balloon. It was a frightening experience. Now, I dont have any other choice but to ask, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to the prom with me right?" I asked, with my heart beating so fast as if I just ran away from a raging hungry bear.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;There was a silence at the end. which I am not sure what it was suppose to mean. Is it a good sign? Or negative? My head is in mess, I cant think clearly and rationally.&lt;br /&gt;"....like I have anyone else to go with!"&lt;br /&gt;A silly smile on her face, she gave my cheeks a squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;"God... dont you ever do that again," I exhaled for a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my school bag on the floor and opened the box that Emma gave me early. It was a locket, with a picture of us in it. I still remember the day we first met. It was at Space Galacticolosiphobicalos Mall cinema, during the premier of The Dark Knight. She was mumbling to herself about the Joker apperance. I accidentaly heard about it and started mouthing off. We started arguing, and we forgot about the movie. The next thing we heard was a shush by the people behind us. It was embarassing. A week later, I met her by coincidence at a theme park. An amazing coincidence. And this picture says it all. Emma Jessica Heard, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready yet?" my mother yelled. "If you are going out on a date, never let the girl waiting for you or you might end up alone later," as usual my mama would lecture me about being on time and stuffs. I was not that late. It is only 8 o' clock and the dance starts at 9. I dont knw why my mama looks so excited about me and Emma going to the prom. I guess she was just happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, have a good time and behave yourself," my mama fixed my tie and handed me the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I will," a huge smile on my face, I gave a kiss to my mama's cheek and off I go to Emma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was waiting for her in the car, I made sure everything was fine on me. My suit, I hope she likes this Sex Panther cologne im wearing. Although I dont feel good about my hair, it is too late for a repair. Not being a hopeless romantic, I have always wanted to go to a dance with my lover. Something like in the movies. Soon, I heard footsteps coming towards the car. I know its none other but my lovely princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I'm abit late." A smile blossomed on her blushing face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was what I could say about her. She was beautiful. Stunning. More beautiful than the full moon as it rose above the velvet sky. Her blue evening dress that swept around her like a wave of aquamarine. Her silky auburn locks fell mellifluously down her shoulders. I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything wrong, darling?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, nothing is wrong. Everything is good. Perfect. You look very beautiful." I smiled, knowing this is a night that I will never ever forget in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to get us on time to the dance. Maybe I should text Balan to save a place for me and Emma. I pressed the pedal to the metal. I wouldnt mind if I get a ticket for that because it will be worth it all. We have to make it to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;Thought to myself, why dont we go and spend some time alone together at the lake? Okay, bad idea. Remember what mama said, girls dont like guys who have that kind of thinking. She seriously looked gorgeous tonight. In many ways, Emma was the perfect girlfriend, especially for a guy whose interest is to eat donuts everyday. There is just something really special in her smile. Even in my darkest day, a smile from her would make everything all fine again. I am so grateful to have her&lt;br /&gt;As always, Emma would crack up silly jokes while I am driving. She was telling me stories about flying monkeys, space cowboys and cyborg ninjas. I could not help myself but my stomach was going to explode, thanks to her jokes. I was not sure if we could make it on time, so I reached in my pocket for my handphone to text Balan. Right after I took a turn, my handphone fell down. Quickly I grabbed it. But just when I got up, bright light coming towards our way and a car horned loudly.&lt;br /&gt;"FIRDAUS! WATCH OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the rain was pouring down. Ignoring the words of the ambulance crew, I got up from the stretcher. There were people standing. Tears rolling down from my eyes. I found Emma lying down on the street, while the ambulance crew tried their best to help her. I went closer, I could not believe my eyes. I felt lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;"We tried our best. We're very sorry.." said the paramedic in a disappointed tone.&lt;br /&gt;I heled her close to my heart and kissed her. My love is now gone. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Epilogue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to stand there for the longest time, looking at the lake, listening to the sound of crickets. I blinked back the tears that welled up in my eyes, assuring myself it was the wind that caused the watery reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I reached in my jeans pocket. Clutching to the locket, I looked up to the heavens and asked myself, how long more can I hold on, living in the past? The only person who had been holding myself from moving on is me. Then I realized, that an ending is actually a new beginning in life. So I put my fist in the lake and let the locket flow with the current. Eventhough she is gone, I have to move on. I know, somewhere up there in heaven, she wants me to be happy. I believe, someday we will meet again. Tears streaming down my face, I smiled. Life is too short, and I cannot miss out chances and opportunity in it, so live each day to its fullest. I really miss Emma.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-2273790751741758357?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2273790751741758357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=2273790751741758357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2273790751741758357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2273790751741758357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-say-goodbye-to-yesterday.html' title='Cant Say Goodbye to Yesterday'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-168987208919016962</id><published>2009-02-01T02:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:49:06.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i was doing my biology homework last night and after i got it done, i go through the textbook just to check around ya knw. the topics that im gonna go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then i saw this very funny obscene picture at the index page&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SYSZT7_0tmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YTtJiXjw1sI/s1600-h/31-01-09_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SYSZT7_0tmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YTtJiXjw1sI/s400/31-01-09_0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297527629496497762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what in the hell where they thinking?! thats embarrassing okai! that could be some grasshopper's friends or family or parents or relatives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at least it wasnt a pic of human eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my blog is getting more and more obscene. *closes my face* i think i need to put that 18yearsold restriction. AHH hell im not even 18, not even 17 YET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-168987208919016962?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/168987208919016962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=168987208919016962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/168987208919016962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/168987208919016962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-doing-my-biology-homework-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SYSZT7_0tmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YTtJiXjw1sI/s72-c/31-01-09_0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-1426958668070646089</id><published>2008-12-14T16:50:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:31:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The World Needs The Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; : read this only if youre bored, or you have nothing to do, or youre finding a reason to get out from your friend's boring ass story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;we're going on a long journey, TRUST ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;another article this time. finally, had an idea on what to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;yea, maybe. well actually, i got that from superman returns. lois lane's article, why the world doesnt need superman. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but i am gonna tell you why he is better than other superheroes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;which i found others are kinda gay, especially the one who wears his neighbour's underwear outside, flying around town. (HAHA i dont knw why, but I dont like superman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but im more of a movie-person, rather than a comic-book person. but i do have some batman comic books... bout 2-3. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;im gonna make use of my knowledge and those articles (wiki and magazines), from the movies and documentaries about The Batman that ive read and watched to write my very own article about the Caped Crusader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so what im gonna write about here is mostly based from Christopher Nolan's batman series and abit from the comic too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but if you dont like it, WHY DONT YOU WRITE A BIOGRAHPHY ABOUT YOUR UNCLE TOM HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;well everyone knows how much i like batman. (i dont know how to say it without sounding gay) :S&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to sound like a geek too. BAH HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;through Nolan's batman series, i feel its not impossible that one day, there will be a vigilante to fight against corruption and other problems that the world is having right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;because of the realistic tone of the movies. realism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;so dont be surprise if theres a guy in a batsuit, jumping off rooftop, 10 years from now. me? The Dark Knight? maybe :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;HAHAHA i took this test from Hanah's blog, and guess which superhero am i. &gt;:p;p;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTehdGvyII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8PI3HU7kEIs/s1600-h/quiz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTehdGvyII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8PI3HU7kEIs/s400/quiz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279589329515038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA if that is some kinda school grading or something, getting that will be like graduating school in flying colours and also receiving the best student award! BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTWk5iOqvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3r8e5w5SJuQ/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTWk5iOqvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3r8e5w5SJuQ/s400/batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279580592593087218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;okai, enough of all that. Thats not main thing we wanna talk about in this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so why is he a better superhero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lets make a comparation between the movie version of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTROzm0WaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/olIShuy4pRo/s1600-h/tdk+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTROzm0WaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/olIShuy4pRo/s400/tdk+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279574715486460322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Batman ( Nolan's Batman series ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPmqAeYdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yUbATjUkaQ8/s1600-h/superman_returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPmqAeYdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yUbATjUkaQ8/s400/superman_returns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279572926203322834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Superman ( the Superman film series ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJedStwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EIGkTxtqapk/s1600-h/hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJedStwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EIGkTxtqapk/s400/hulk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279571325375133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hulk ( The Incredible Hulk ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPmTvK2nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sNKhS7_kTqc/s1600-h/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPmTvK2nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sNKhS7_kTqc/s400/spiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279572920225159794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and Spider-Man ( Spider-Man trilogy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4 great and iconic superheroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ask yourself, which seems to be more powerful or maybe impossible to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;is it possible for someone to have the ability of flying, multi-visions and super strength? possible? only if youre an alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;going rampage around just because youre mad then tell the police that it was your alter-ego instead? you do have a big problem there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;how about the ability to swing around town and having a great reflexes, like an insect? yea, if you got bitten by some radioactive insect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Batman? hes just a ordinary man in a cape, who uses his physical strengh and intelligence to fight against whatever there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no superpowers. not even one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;all he did was he made himself more than a man, he devoted himself to an ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lets focus on the man behind the mask, Bruce Wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as a child, he became a victim to injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;having developed a fear of bats, he was frightened by the portrayal of bat-like demons in the opera performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;feeling scared, he insists his parents to leave the theater, where then his parents were killed outside of the theater by armed robber, right in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;for that matter, he felt guilty, traumatized by the incident and blamed himself for the lost of his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he grew up, became an angry &amp;amp; lost man and travels the world trying to find the propose in his life and to understand the criminal world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;through what had happened, Bruce Wayne has turned the unfortunate incident into a positive force, which is avenging his parents death by protecting the innocent and fighting against injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he took the persona as a bat, since bats are his greatest fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;like us too, he has phobia, which he overcomes by exposing himself to the bats in his underground cave until he feels calm and become one with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so to manipulate fear in others, he has to master his own fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;like other comic book heroes, he is going through a complex situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the conflict in life like between good and evil, yes or no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;can he stop being Batman and lead a normal life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and the biggest question is, who is the real person? Bruce Wayne? or The Batman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as Bruce Wayne, he is a billionaire playboy and as Batman, he is the vigilante, the protector of Gotham City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;some thinks that The Batman is the real person and Bruce Wayne is the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but they are some who thinks that Bruce Wayne is the real person because he made choices as him, not as The Batman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Batman is just a tool for him to get things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in other hand, it seems that its much easier to stop being Bruce Wayne than stop being Batman to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;there this one part in the comic, during a business meeting, he just suddenly stop giving attention to the meeting and look at the sun outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as the sunset, he just get up and said, 'sorry but i got to go'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the determination that drives him, the will to act and do what is necessary in corrupted city. at the same time, it looks like he is obsessed about being Batman till he sometimes forgot who himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;indeed what he is doing is over law. you cant take the law on your own, but he had no choice because Gotham City is corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but no matter what, no matter how, he has one rule, that is he will never take away someone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the ability to control and discipline himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;for this, we can see in our everyday life how success can be achieve through discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;self-control is like a muscle. it can be develop, it can be lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but as for Bruce Wayne, he has develop it, he has work it out, he has a stronger self-regulation from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;that is his superpower. the power of self-regulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he endures every negativity and pain there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;so who is much stronger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;someone who has a super strength? or someone ordinary but could work through pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i mean for example, Superman, he might have his super strength ass thingy, but when theres a Kryptonite around, hes like a baby. ( eg. in  Superman Returns, the part where Lex Luthor and his henchmen kick his ass around like a ball )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you punch him, kick him or even pinch his ear, he would cry like a baby because he never felt pain before. all this while he has been depending on that super strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as for The Batman, he works through pain, he knows how does it feel to be hurt, he endures, he works through it. by that, he doesnt care about the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the consequences of being a hero. YEAAAAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;one of it is he cant love someone openly, he cant involve in a romantic relationship with the person he loves most. ( eg.  Rachel Dawes, Vicky Vale and the most popular, with Selina Kyle/Catwoman. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Clark Kent has Lois Lane. Bruce Banner and Betty Ross. and for Peter Parker, he has Mary-Jane Watson. and Gwen Stacy too right? shit how come that nerd is in between 2 girls?! wait, all of them are nerds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;like i said, Bruce Wayne, he cant love someone that openly because hes afraid that the loved one could get hurt too if they involve in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sure he can date movie stars or ballerinas or anyone, nothing serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but the one that he truly loves, he cant go more or over the line with them, he just cant let them involve in his complicated life because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he scared that he will lose them, just like how he lost his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i mean Selina Kyle/Catwoman died right? see, you know what i mean? and again he felt guilty for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he can have the most futuristic gadgets and weapons but his heart has no shield. it can be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;maybe we can say that, his heart is his Achilles heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he puts others and his loved ones before him and getting hurt inside by letting them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its easier to make choice without consequences. but in life, everything has consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and for him, thats the price of being The Batman. he has to endure the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;since he doesnt have any superpower, Bruce Wayne uses his physical, intelligence and wealth for combat effectiveness and protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its not impossible for him, if you think about it. with the technology and science of today, and the money that he has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nothing is impossible with science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in Batman Begins, the iconic Batsuit is derived from Lucius Fox's Research &amp;amp; Development program, within Wayne Enterprises Applied Science Division.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it is a Nomex survival suit originally intended for advance military use, but it was considered too expensive for the army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOIoSj3FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2a2FUR_vNKo/s1600-h/Batman_bale_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOIoSj3FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2a2FUR_vNKo/s400/Batman_bale_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279571310834605138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the armour is..fire-proof? or fire-resistant?, reinforce joints, allowing the wearer for maximum flexibility and mobility. the armour is also bulletproof, features a Kevlar bi-weave that able to stop any slashing weapons and gunshots but straight shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTRcNriFUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PdvrgHeT9zI/s1600-h/Batsuit_begins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTRcNriFUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PdvrgHeT9zI/s400/Batsuit_begins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279574945823855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is how it looks like before modification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the armour was then coated with a black-latex for camouflage and making him difficult to be detected by night-vision equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the cowl was made from a graphite material, acts as protective helmet. the cowl's Kevlar lining is bulletproof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a microphone is concealed within the cowl's right ear, enables Batman to listen in on coversations from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the utility belt is a modified climbing harness, with a magnetized impact-resistant pouches and canisters attached to the belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it carries a magnetic gas-powered grapple gun, handphone, batarangs, mini explosives, periscope, remote control to the Tumbler, his girlfriend's picture, his phone book, his A&amp;amp;W dine in card, whatever that he can put in his belt laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he adds defensive metal gauntlets on the forearms, because well he had this ninja training during his time in the Himalayas you know? Batman is actually a ninja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;thats why he could kinda make himself invisible. he can fight against 600 people. thats what his mentor said laa in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;theatricality and deception are powerful agents. so he has to more than just a man in his enemy's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Batman's cape is made of 'memory cloth'. its just like any other normal cloth but when put electric current passed through it, it becomes semi-rigid in a fixed form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;other gadgets? erm he has this pneumatic mangler, used to tear through metal sheet or bend a gun barrel ( eg. the scene where Batman interrupts Chechen's meeting with Scarecrow in The Dark Knight ).&lt;br /&gt;some kinda clay-like time explosive where he can shoot from range by using this some kinda rifle. i dont know what we call it. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oh and this high frequency transponder, used to summon bats but when used at  a lower frequency, the sound can cause people to have headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the Batsuit is changed in The Dark Knight. the suit is made of hardened Kevlar plates on a titanium-dipped fiber and is broken into multiple pieces of armour for greater flexibility and mobility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;however, the much more flexible suit leaves Batman more vulnerable to bullets and knifes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTRO5GXIUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PG2wYFqxFmM/s1600-h/batsuit01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTRO5GXIUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PG2wYFqxFmM/s400/batsuit01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279574716960940354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the cowl is separate from the suit, allowing him to freely swivel, move his neck and look up to the sky or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it also has sonar vision, where signals emitted by mobile phones are converted into images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a strong electric current runs through the suit, prevents anyone except Bruce Wayne from removing it, further protecting his identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the blades of the gauntlets are retractable and are capable of firing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;other than that, the memory cloth is no longer used but instead, a concealed cape in compartments which eject, connecting the suits limbs to provide a hang-glider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nah, we're close to done here. HAHAHA this article would not be complete without Batman's vehicle. &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPm27J3sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3LeudHk82Fk/s1600-h/tumbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTPm27J3sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3LeudHk82Fk/s400/tumbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279572929670667970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"its a black...tank!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the Tumbler was actually an experimental bridging vehicle. its more like a tank rather than a sleek-super cool supercar like the Tim Burton's or Joel Schumacher's series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;with the top speed at 220mph, it is capable of making rampless jumps to lay the basis of a temporary bridge. but it didnt work out and the prototype was mothballed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;inside, it could seats a driver and one passenger, with 2 driving mode, normal driving mode and attack mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in attack mode,  the driver's seat move to the center of the car and repositioned to lay face-down with his head in the center section between the front wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it has a pair of machine guns mounted in the nose of the car between the front wheels, bulletproof of course, afterburner jet with vector controls for the jet, backend flaps for quick stops, landing hooks, radar-evading controls and stealth mode. YEAPP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the Tumbler can also self-destruct and engaged its escape mechanism, converting the Batmobiles's front tires into the Batpod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJKXJ6wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GojuwHAmsNY/s1600-h/batpod_action_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJKXJ6wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GojuwHAmsNY/s400/batpod_action_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279571319980681986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mat rempit! preeeeeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOI2oxGgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j_KNPmrJfRI/s1600-h/batpod22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOI2oxGgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j_KNPmrJfRI/s400/batpod22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279571314685843970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its more like a two-wheeled vehicle rather than a motorcycle. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oh yea about the armour, gadgets and vehicles? most of them are real. YES, REAL. not fictional created. even the memory cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you can check out in the internet. yes, there is such thing as science fiction but SCIENCE is not fiction.&lt;br /&gt;creativity and imagination =  real fact and you square root that you will get science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;everything is possible, as long that you know and find a way to it. i mean the glowing bunnies? silk-milk goats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;see what some genetic modification just gave you. maybe one day, we will have a flying cow eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wow, i guess this is my first ever article. and the looooooooooooongest blog ive ever wrote. i have never wrote anything like this in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;check out all my essay, its all the boring 'what did i do last holiday' or 'my pet cat' type essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Christopher Nolan's Batman series is my all-time favourite movie series. The Dark Knight IS the movie of the year! BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sorry, girls. i dont see Twilight anywhere, not even at 2nd place or 3rd. ( IronMan and Never Back Down!!! take the spots respectively. WOOOHUUUU )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;maybe i could say that the only hero who is close enough to rival Bruce Wayne/Batman is Tony Stark/Iron Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJUlU-nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wwMIOYxTDEo/s1600-h/ironman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTOJUlU-nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wwMIOYxTDEo/s400/ironman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279571322724481650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but hes too fictional to believe. too futuristic. maybe 20 years from now eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;somehow, i find that Batman is a very inspiring hero. he shows that..you dont have to come from another planet or be bitten by a radioactive goat to be a superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you can be anyone but all you need is to understand yourself, set your priority and sacrifice for what is good for everyone and yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;look inside you and be strong, and you'll finally see the truth that a hero lies in you. god bless us all, amen! ......... :S the line before. sounds familiar. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*mariah carey's hero as the background song*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;well, why be a 2nd grade version of someone when you can be the first-one and only &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*insert your name here*&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but HELL WHY NOT, if i have my own enterprise and a few billions in my bank account right? HAHAHA &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Muhammad Firdaus says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you ni semua remind me of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Muhammad Firdaus says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; i was wishing you gonna say 'you remind me of cristiano ronaldo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Muhammad Firdaus says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or or 'youre just like bruce wayne! : '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FARHANAH says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you remind me of a wanna be bruce wayne :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FARHANAH says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LOL&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/8976573493707948601-1426958668070646089?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1426958668070646089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=1426958668070646089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/1426958668070646089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/1426958668070646089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-world-needs-batman.html' title='Why The World Needs The Batman'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SUTehdGvyII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8PI3HU7kEIs/s72-c/quiz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-3046454680669074357</id><published>2008-11-20T20:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:38:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty sure youre wondering why im writing this blog in italics.&lt;br /&gt;Okai, I woke up kinda late today, at 3pm..HAHA so it was just like any other typical day,&lt;br /&gt;I get up, wash myself, read the newspaper and watch the tv or play the ps2.&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to go to Pyramid today but the plan had to be cancel because Shapik the bastard HAHA couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;So I laze around in my room and it started to rain heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder could be heard. Lightnings were thrown from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And the electric supply was cut off. :|&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and I WAS ALONE AT HOME :'( hoho&lt;br /&gt;So I texted some of my friends who live nearby, asked them if their house has electricity and apparently theyre facing the same problem too.&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored so I played some songs in my phone and texted Hanah but then she didnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;And then bad things start too happen...my cellphone was out of battery and the house phone wasnt working.&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'Shit! Now what am I supposed to do?!'&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I could do. I cant read, I cant sleep, I can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Because its dark. Darkness represents bad things. Like evil. Or scary stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;So I jump on my bed and start thinking....there are 3 scenarios that could probably happen.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I dont want anyone to judge me through any of these scenarios okai?&lt;br /&gt;Im not a wannabe or a pervert or whatever crap you all thinking. Im just following how those horror scary slasher movies go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After 3 hours in the dark, I went out to the nearest public phone to call my parents.&lt;br /&gt;But SHIT, all the phones arent working! And all the people in the neighbourhood wasnt around either.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, maybe they went out to the mall, to shop or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, out of no where, a half-naked Megan Fox screaming for help ( well I dont even know why shes half-naked. I mean check out all those horror movies eg. Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, all the hot bitches are half-naked! )&lt;br /&gt;and group of evil vampires with giant wings was trying to eat her! :O&lt;br /&gt;Since I was around, I picked up a crossbow ( which also appeared out of nowhere) and shoot those assclown ini the heart!&lt;br /&gt;So she was saved by me and she thanked me and she kissed me and we get on a car and leave this town forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While I was lying down waiting for the electric supply to get on again, Pravin and Tarrence came to my house and tell me that theyre on their way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Me, very shocked to see Pravin bleeding like Leona Lewis's hit song, Bleeding In Love.&lt;br /&gt;Tarrence told me that a pack of vicious werewolves tried to eat him but they threw him away after they took their first bite. Most probably because he tasted like crap. Yea&lt;br /&gt;So, we get on the car and drive to nearest hospital. AND SUDDENLY, Amber Heard in white bikini was running down the road. She asked for help and THEN the werewolves appeared again and tried to attack us.&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst thing happened, Pravin turned into a werewolf and bit Tarrence and he became a werewolf too.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amber Heard ran away from those human-eater-bitches and we hide in this police station.&lt;br /&gt;I took a shotgun and some silver bullets ( dont ask me why. Im just following the story line! ) and shoot those bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So then she was saved by me and she thanked me and she kissed me and we get on a car and leave this town forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then the last one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So Shafiq text messaged me said that theres something weird in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns frm black to red. A giant spaceship landed and some weirdo with a big head, wearing weird clothes and armed with some futuristic weapon came out from it.&lt;br /&gt;They started talking to each other. Weird language. Im not sure if they were speaking Japanese or Korean but I seriously never heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I realized those bozos are aliens from other planet! ALL IN A SUDDEN, Sophia Bush in a tight tshirt and hot pants was running away from those starship bastards!&lt;br /&gt;So I was like 'HEY! LET HER GO!' and it seems that those aliens dont like humanbeings and they tried to shoot me with their super-gun or something.&lt;br /&gt;But naaaah, I dodged it like The Matrix or or Max Payne! YEAAA feel the vibration!&lt;br /&gt;I tackle one of those aliens and took his gun and shoot the other aliens.&lt;br /&gt;Then erm...Oh I bombed the spaceship and BOOOM its goneee :D&lt;br /&gt;And Sophia Bush ran to me, kissed me and thanked me for saving her. We get on the car and leave the town forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking again...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY DONT LIVE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGHHHH CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so yea, i just sit down in my room, IN THE DARK, like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE EXPECTED ACTUALLY HAPPENS :O&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What else, the electricity was back. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You just waste&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d abou&lt;/span&gt;t 10mins reading this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now go and read the newspaper or something. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-3046454680669074357?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3046454680669074357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=3046454680669074357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3046454680669074357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/3046454680669074357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2008/11/horror-story.html' title='Horror Story'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-8178680103796867648</id><published>2008-10-28T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:50:01.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh From the Oven, With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SQc8ddzp9NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k0pPNjQb63E/s1600-h/hanah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SQc8ddzp9NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k0pPNjQb63E/s400/hanah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262241166520874194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was taken from the famous love story about a girl who is all crazy over a donut, written by the world's best author, Sir Muhammad Firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hanah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me, Donut. I heard stories of you crying over me.&lt;br /&gt;I know, Im so sweet to resist kan? Agree, everyone agrees too.&lt;br /&gt;So its kinda a normal situation for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But ive to admit that I AM VERY JEALOUS OF YOU AND COOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WHATS UP WITH YOU AND COOKIE! I thought Im your number one food in your heart. :(&lt;br /&gt;Youre were all over cookie, munching over it so HAPPILY!&lt;br /&gt;AND AND last night, I saw you holding PRETZEL! it just crushes my sugary heart.&lt;br /&gt;Not even some jam or cream could heal this pain i bear within. Putting another donut-hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be in between cookie and pretzel. For that, I AM GOING WITH FIRDAUS!&lt;br /&gt;He is hot, he bakes me at 198&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;°C! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is goodbye for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover, Goodbye my friend. Goodbye to that sweet filling.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, till you eat me again somedayyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delicious now and always,&lt;br /&gt;Donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-8178680103796867648?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8178680103796867648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=8178680103796867648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8178680103796867648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/8178680103796867648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresh-from-oven-with-love.html' title='Fresh From the Oven, With Love'/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SQc8ddzp9NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k0pPNjQb63E/s72-c/hanah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8976573493707948601.post-4761827481674736133</id><published>2008-10-21T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:29:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Out of the Darkness, Lonely in the Night,&lt;br /&gt;I walk through it, with a hunger in my stomach,&lt;br /&gt;wondering would it be fulfill, wondering if anyone would dine in with me,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the Darkness, Lonely in the Night,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bright light, shining bright, blinded my vision,&lt;br /&gt;wondering did the star just fell down the Earth?&lt;br /&gt;she looked up to me, smile and shine like she always does, waved at me,&lt;br /&gt;and that beautiful smile grabbed me by the heart, and I realize that this is love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love....THIS LOVE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; has taken its toll on me,&lt;br /&gt;She said Goodbye too many times before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAROON 5 YAWWW! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8976573493707948601-4761827481674736133?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4761827481674736133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=4761827481674736133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/4761827481674736133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/4761827481674736133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-darkness-lonely-in-night-i-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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-8976573493707948601.post-2929668398429587021</id><published>2008-10-14T17:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:29:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with exams coming around the corner, an openhouse would ease away the worries within!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was the first time ive invited my friends over to my house, for some gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and ive to admit it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! PS2 is a really good leverage to a good fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it really feels good to trash or brawl against each other right? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT really silly of me, i forgot to take any pics :( such a sad caseeee but never mind. i have no time to cry ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was so happy to meet some of my old seniors and talk around with my friends from other classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally get catch up with each other and blablabla. hope to we could achieve on some of our year-end plans! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reminds of the old time during form 2. it was like one of the scene in Back To The Future, where going back and see the past for yourself. and felt all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like an actor could watch one of his best performance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and and adlina looked kinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; too ;p HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but well all good things have to come to an end, GOODBYE FUN. :\ so here we all sitting for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i got some pics here. these are the only pics that shazwa took anyway. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Welcome to today's "Theories to Victory"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today's topic is about how to win 2 straight rounds in Tekken 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6ts6PsHI/AAAAAAAAADU/cfAgYc3Of9A/s1600-h/l_f14031ee550f42cfbae02309145eaee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6ts6PsHI/AAAAAAAAADU/cfAgYc3Of9A/s400/l_f14031ee550f42cfbae02309145eaee3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720809220812914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyone who wants to brawl get their chance. everyone has their own unique style of play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i call this, 'the poisonous crispy Hawaiian chicken style'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tkyfMoI/AAAAAAAAADE/XTPIC1Q9mtM/s1600-h/l_dc0bfaf1848e4cd3b10f29ad6b1f848c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tkyfMoI/AAAAAAAAADE/XTPIC1Q9mtM/s400/l_dc0bfaf1848e4cd3b10f29ad6b1f848c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720807040791170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hot girls dont look hot all the time. especially after eating 20 cupcakes. HAHAHA &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tkgNNCI/AAAAAAAAADM/GQDYpttXtKs/s1600-h/l_f6fab71578cb416c9417779efd3a5b89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tkgNNCI/AAAAAAAAADM/GQDYpttXtKs/s400/l_f6fab71578cb416c9417779efd3a5b89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720806964114466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;urge yourself to victory, even if its impossible to win.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tOP_kCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_Wl1tuKS6b8/s1600-h/l_5e4291cdbfec49d2af5b83eb1a51c831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tOP_kCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_Wl1tuKS6b8/s400/l_5e4291cdbfec49d2af5b83eb1a51c831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720800990531618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cause in the end, it will only come to two things, be in front or be left behind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;; the philosophy of the great Sir Isaac Leonardo da Fernando la Tortilla Firdaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( anyway sarah menang pun. ;p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tT0UqbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fdDoESPvOOs/s1600-h/l_15a06afa4ad141e49911af949c528efd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6tT0UqbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fdDoESPvOOs/s400/l_15a06afa4ad141e49911af949c528efd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720802485086642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;winners will be loved. losers will be laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the little sister pun got inspired to try juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8976573493707948601-2929668398429587021?l=firdaus-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2929668398429587021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8976573493707948601&amp;postID=2929668398429587021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2929668398429587021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8976573493707948601/posts/default/2929668398429587021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firdaus-10.blogspot.com/2008/10/with-exams-coming-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Firdaus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10445825366992448277</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/_K6UWQ_WaJfg/SPq6ts6PsHI/AAAAAAAAADU/cfAgYc3Of9A/s72-c/l_f14031ee550f42cfbae02309145eaee3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
