<?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-6693737661246680412</id><updated>2011-08-19T23:08:41.681+08:00</updated><category term='What Are You?'/><category term='IS SHE MNE?'/><category term='Believeable issues'/><category term='even me...'/><category term='IM FALLING. U MAKE ME FALL'/><category term='What will happen?'/><category term='Hope You Will Change Your Mind Towards Me.....'/><category term='Feeling High'/><category term='Be My Type..'/><category term='You will be in my heart...'/><category term='Because Hydro are Just COOL'/><category term='Im Confuse'/><category term='Truly Sorry.'/><category term='Im sorry'/><category term='Losing In Self Confidence.'/><category term='U are nuts..'/><category term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><category term='I Will Never Stop Liking U.'/><category term='Be a wise Man.'/><category term='What are we?'/><category term='Dun go to other guy'/><category term='Because You...'/><category term='I&apos;m Sorry'/><category term='What are we when we are not ourselves?'/><category term='She is free'/><category term='You Guys.... :)'/><category term='Actzorteak'/><category term='Changed BAR'/><category term='You Are LOVED'/><category term='I Met Her...'/><category term='Di July Ini.'/><category term='Concern For You..'/><category term='im wishing to have u....'/><category term='will you?'/><category term='I End All This.'/><category term='Matches is coming so soon'/><category term='Colony Bloody Oath'/><category term='Think Twice'/><category term='Give me a chance'/><category term='Wiped Out..'/><category term='You I still Love.'/><category term='What Shd I Do?'/><category term='Humans Are Humans With Feelings. Respect Them.'/><category term='Stuck In The Bright Narrow Walkway.'/><category term='Im guilty.. But why...'/><category term='Nervous thinking of Unity Rhapsody.'/><category term='I need to think twice.'/><category term='Lost In A Dream World.'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Still hanging. Alive.'/><category term='She&apos;s The One...'/><category term='Slamat Hari Raya Haji'/><category term='Get it right aim it well and u get it. :)'/><category term='I will always like u.'/><category term='Im Confuse. Close Call...'/><category term='U make me feel that im alive.'/><category term='I cried cos i hurt ur feelings.'/><category term='They Are Good.'/><category term='Feeling That I Am Invisible..*cry*'/><category term='Subrosa Pandora'/><category term='Can i rewind time to taubat?'/><title type='text'>Hoping For U</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>385</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7071645689409959995</id><published>2010-11-21T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:08:36.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know who to talk to. Well Im stuck in a bad situation. A situation that can cause both chaos and suffering.. I don't know what I should do. I realised how true or REAL my brother's words are. Freedom is the need of everyone. I feel that my Freedom is constricted. I cant ride anytime as I like. Im hooked to something big.. I cant simply back off, because it will shatter somebody's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to realise the meaning of word "Enjoy". Its just insane. It makes one go superly crazy and feel so great when you had the fullest ENJOY. But now, I just have to adhere that Enjoy is getting lesser and lesser for me. I cant ride anytime I want. I cant Sleep anyhow without reporting. I cant do anything anytime because I know, Im tied to something...Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm no one knows tears was running down my cheek cause it was a short one.. I miss my previous life.. Yes, I say this, someone might come and see and be hurt..  But this is the only place i've got to let it all out.. I dont know why I just want to be free like a soaring bird.. I just want to feel, Im free.. No limits. Nothing. But just to myself and my life. But I know, Nothing can change that. I want to disappoint nobody. So, even if its a pain to me, I'll just take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7071645689409959995?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7071645689409959995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7071645689409959995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7071645689409959995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7071645689409959995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-who-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3636110492239302604</id><published>2010-10-20T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:31:17.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TL7eMQulo3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/TPMfRn8xwdo/s1600/30012010049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530101694687716210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TL7eMQulo3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/TPMfRn8xwdo/s400/30012010049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about a decision to be made that changes the structure of life. You are given a choice, but then the choices given are none of your favour. This equate to, You dont have a choice. Its not about how we decide. But its about how we choose to decide. If we decide blindly, then your future will be blind. But if you decide with faith and confidence, your future will definitely be bright, always "Happiness Assured"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at times, things does not go the way we wanted. So how? Change some of the way to our way, yet sticking to the way provided. I wont fall. I wont leave. But I'm just afraid of one thing, Once i stay alone, I just wanna be alone cause Im tired and scared of failing. Its all about the strength, Its all about the confidence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to hold on, but I cant hold on for too long, My energy will be drained soon. Many things are in my brain right now? Yet, The biggest fear im having is my Olevels. Its tomorrow. Came by a problem early in the morning. I won't mention what the problem is, but I just wont think about it. None decides my life, None interfere in my life affairs. You try to coax me, but instead I will bite you further.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have faith in me, There will be no trouble. How far I can go, Its my life issue. Whoever you are, I will not bother, once you are in my way, watch out.. Dont disturb me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3636110492239302604?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3636110492239302604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3636110492239302604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3636110492239302604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3636110492239302604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-was-about-decision-to-be-made-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TL7eMQulo3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/TPMfRn8xwdo/s72-c/30012010049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5192720893206861584</id><published>2010-10-14T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:47:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kay,this blog is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;dying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Better update it. Schedules are hectic. Olevels is in 10 days time. I miss riding, ii miss doing my normal stuffs,i miss ecp, ii &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; miss &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT IN FEW WEEKS TIME, I'M &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Uh-huh uh-huh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna get it done and over with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Anw, i was studying at the void deck &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MADE A FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An indian man approached me and asked if the seat was taken. Idk what's his name. So let's give him a name - RAJOO. Okay, I said no and Rajoo sat opposite me. At first, he was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;. He was noisy, talking loudly on the phone. Then he asked me the meaning of bombastic words. I was a lil bit &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here i am,studying. And there you are, distracting me. He watched me do my work, ii was stucked, he took a look and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;gave me many plain papers to write. How thoughtful(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;2 guys, on a seat, having problems, wanna relax their mind, become friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COOL SIAA&lt;/span&gt;. mcm drama series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Conclusion: He's a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm very hungry. Mum cooked sambal chicken,but i'm very lazy to lift my lazy butt off the chair. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Malas nk amik lauk, nk bkak mulot, nk kunyah,nk telan. Leceh. After all, dah mlm. Tido sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Label: Everything happened for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a reason. Things have not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;been great these few wks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but I won't let you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll support you from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love you,Eddy Shaiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&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/6693737661246680412-5192720893206861584?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5192720893206861584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5192720893206861584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5192720893206861584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5192720893206861584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/10/kaythis-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5100995660762841157</id><published>2010-09-08T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:57:48.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TIbOPYbtwTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/alwyt6UPKXc/s1600/normal_630095688_1209321692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514321557413806386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TIbOPYbtwTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/alwyt6UPKXc/s400/normal_630095688_1209321692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been a very LONG time since I update my blog. Getting pretty old aren't you? Hmm. Well, ever since the last day I've update which is in May I assumed, this blog there are no tags at all. So well lets just Summate what happened all this while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School been thorough.. Been ending lately, been on tight discipline. Gahh well the new principal make lives difficult for us. This and that, Do and dont. Idiot. Recently got Malay Olevel result. Been a good one. Nomore thinking of malay.. Now left with five subject. I will do my best, run through the school quickly and done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza:&lt;br /&gt;A pusher, A supporter, a helper. She helped me alot. Thanks to her. I Love Her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:&lt;br /&gt;Been a rush hectic these days due to Raya's coming up. With many homework I have (not even one touched) I still helped them. Helped bro deliver The Kuihs. Help elder sis with her children. Help young sis with her probs. Help myself with help. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now...Summated.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5100995660762841157?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5100995660762841157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5100995660762841157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5100995660762841157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5100995660762841157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-very-long-time-since-i-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TIbOPYbtwTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/alwyt6UPKXc/s72-c/normal_630095688_1209321692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-724098984187096735</id><published>2010-07-03T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:06:35.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TC4no280VXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sujsdf2Oakk/s1600/29713_395078155926_629660926_4580670_3049439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489368578710066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TC4no280VXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sujsdf2Oakk/s400/29713_395078155926_629660926_4580670_3049439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture Tells you people of how I drive my pain away ; by my bmx..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hilang aku hilang. Mendengar, melihat dan merasai... Aku terpaku, aku gamam kekeliruan. Tersentak sejenak dan benak fikiran ku terhenti. Tidak merasakan sembarang perasaan. Aku hendak melangkah pergi. Namun aku pasti ini bukan jalan yang terbaik. Tidak setanding dengan apa yang DIA ada. Aku rasa bagaikan dunia, gelap buat seketika. Masa lalu yang kini dipandang sebagai kenangan, menjadi pengubat rindu. Aku tenggelam. Aku lemas... Bagaikan sesebuah drama berputar di mataku. Aku tidak tahu siapakah mereka. Yang aku tahu hanyalah mereka pernah bersama. Aku tidak pasti, namun aku mengerti. Lantas aku berpegang pada janji, yang telah aku janjikan untuk menjagamu. Namun apabila cerita atau kisah lama timbul semula dan berlegar di mataku, aku sedih. Kecewa tak terkata. Sebak juga di dada. AKU, kaku... AKu tidak tahu bagaimana harusku membimbingmu sedangkan kisahmu lebih mulia dan keras daripada apa yang aku lalui.. Ternyata, kerana Nila Setitik, Rosak Susu Sebelangah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akan ku jadikan semua yang terjadi terhadap dirimu dahulu, sebagai pengajaran perjalanan hidup kau dan aku. Dan tidak lupa aku untuk membimbingmu. Tanpa kamu aku keliru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eddy Saadon.&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/6693737661246680412-724098984187096735?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/724098984187096735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=724098984187096735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/724098984187096735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/724098984187096735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-picture-tells-you-people-of-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/TC4no280VXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sujsdf2Oakk/s72-c/29713_395078155926_629660926_4580670_3049439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8711897931355786457</id><published>2010-05-28T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:06:55.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believeable issues'/><title type='text'>A believe you believed in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S__oJQFFpkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H7MYePby-bk/s1600/Eddy%27s+Sunset(182).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476350917538588226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S__oJQFFpkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H7MYePby-bk/s400/Eddy%27s+Sunset(182).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture above illustrates a story. Every dream you wish is visible. Achievable if you believe. Yet For mine, "you" are like the light or sun, that I couldn't reach. How I wish, I could reach for you. You presence brought a lot of memories and hopes for me. Your presence made me came back to what I used to be. A guy who is responsible. I never want to see you cry, frown, or even feeling sad. Reminiscing your past, made you swell. I want YOU(S_ _ _ _  A _ _ _ _ _ _ ) to be stronger. Don't worry about me. I will still be here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8711897931355786457?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8711897931355786457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8711897931355786457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8711897931355786457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8711897931355786457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/05/believe-you-believed-in.html' title='A believe you believed in'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S__oJQFFpkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H7MYePby-bk/s72-c/Eddy%27s+Sunset(182).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8324251905739961203</id><published>2010-05-24T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:23:26.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_lR94tjWlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9DT6y_3xgNY/s1600/Eddy%27s+Sunset(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474496945682864722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_lR94tjWlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9DT6y_3xgNY/s400/Eddy%27s+Sunset(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; This picture above is the first proper meeting we had. This picture illustrates meanings behind it. The first time we met, we were like strangers towards each other..  The journey that we faced was indeed massive. Now everything is clearly stated And we reached the goal. I reached mine, You've reached yours :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday was a bloody day. It started out bad for me, with headache since morning. Followed by quarreling with dear and it lasted the whole day. After one came one. I pranked her and it went wrong sumhow. I nearly shatter her heart while she needs comfort. I would summarise it and say, I broke her heart today. Her Ex called her up and she said smtg which broke my heart. I cried and I realised I love her so much. I didnt want to loose her. Then 11.36pm came by and changed everything. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The THREE WORDS&lt;/span&gt; that I've been waiting to hear sneaked into my ears, and pierce thru my broken heart, and mended it back. The cry I had changed to tears of joy. It was heart throbbing moment. I thought I was dreaming, yet it is real. You managed to clear your doubts and confusion. Now, LET GET MOVING!!! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SYAZA AMALINA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_lRdWhBXpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/V_3n4n9PCdo/s1600/Eddy%27s+picturee(090).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8324251905739961203?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8324251905739961203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8324251905739961203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8324251905739961203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8324251905739961203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-picture-above-is-first-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_lR94tjWlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9DT6y_3xgNY/s72-c/Eddy%27s+Sunset(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4072489432369233768</id><published>2010-05-23T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:36:38.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a sweet day. Today Is A Bad day. Tomorrow? How will it be? I hope the rest of the days with you, will be happy, sweet, cute and lovely.. I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4072489432369233768?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4072489432369233768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4072489432369233768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4072489432369233768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4072489432369233768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-was-sweet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6880860332591988194</id><published>2010-05-19T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:11:26.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_PeV9FBtKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qlwkpovbiiQ/s1600/Eddy%27s+Sunset(063).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472962440939549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_PeV9FBtKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qlwkpovbiiQ/s400/Eddy%27s+Sunset(063).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every sweet smile lies a detail which needs to be discovered. After all, it was something meaningful I never thought I could have. Despite the challenges faced, I still uphold my promises and stay strong till now. I never thought a short but tragic moments gave us the chance to understand each other. I feel, You are the one. I love you Syaza Amalina :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry guys for not updating recently. I've been busy. I've scrapped many things off my life. I've lessen takraw, I've lessen my Bmx. I focus more on studies and My Dear. Well. Everything seems to go fine, smooth and sweet. Alhamdullilah Syukur.. Well what happened to me recently? Hmm, I've been busy schooling, revising and doing LOADS! of homework. Brr definitely I can't stand the pressure but we need to stretch ourself to become more hardworking. We have to think far, we have to be strategic. WE need to think LOGIC. Because if we work hard now, we can have a good life in future and we can take good care of our scion. Truly saying, I'm maverick. I've to think positive. Drudgery can be something you hate if you don't have good qualification, hence. We must grab all opportunities we have and strive towards it. My precedent is that, I'm gonna full thrust on my studies and never fall back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all I have and for Mother Tongue "O" Level students taking their MT papers thiss 31may, good luck peeps. Take care.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6880860332591988194?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6880860332591988194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6880860332591988194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6880860332591988194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6880860332591988194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-sweet-smile-lies-detail-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S_PeV9FBtKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qlwkpovbiiQ/s72-c/Eddy%27s+Sunset(063).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-904021507243632768</id><published>2010-04-23T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:57:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got only a few to say. Everybody's moving while I'm stuck. I'm still so unsure... Let me go, and I will search for something New. I'm on my own. Everything will be made new. Now I have no boundaries. Nothing can stop me from doing anything I want. Lets roll....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-904021507243632768?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/904021507243632768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=904021507243632768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/904021507243632768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/904021507243632768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-only-few-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2129584182390181516</id><published>2010-03-26T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:15:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bimbang dan Sedih terhadap dirimu yang ditimpa malang. Apabila aku mendapat tahu tentang dirimu, sayu hatiku mendengarnya. Saat pertama aku berjumpa denganmu - melihat keadaan lukamu, hatiku bertambah sedih, aku meracau mencari jalan untuk menolongmu. Namun demikian, aku tidak mempunyai apa apa, selain bantuan memanjatkan doa supaya engkau pulih dengan secepatnya Dan menolongmu apabila engkau memerlukan pertolongan. Setiap malam sebelum memejamkan mata, aku menangis berdoa, memanjatkan doa untukmu, agar engkau cepat pulih dan kembali sihat seperti dulu. Tatkala ku bertanya mengapa aku bimbang sehinggakan aku sendiri kebuntuan jalan dan jatuh sakit. Namun aku tidak pernah menyerah kalah, senantiasa aku berdoa siang dan malam demi kesihatanmu. Tiada satu pun yang tahu kecuali Tuhan yang Maha Kuasa, betapa hatiku, risau dan mengasihanimu.. Selang harian, engkau menunjukkan perubahan. Mampu berdiri dan berjalan dan senyuman yang terukir di wajahmu itu membuat aku tenang sama sekali gembira. Aku menangis, menitis airmataku semasa doa selepas solat Jumaat. Doa yang terakhir yang berbunyi " andai kata ada orang yang berkaitan dengan kita sedang sakit, pulihkanlah mereka secepat mungkin Ya Allah, dan mudah mudahan mereka yang sakit dijauhkan dari segala ancaman atau bahaya ". Hanya Tuhan yang tahu betapa aku sayang pada dirimu, tidak kira sebagai teman atau apapun.Namun Aku Dikejutkan lagi selepas itu, dengan berita baik yang engkau sampaikan. Engkau berjalan tanpa bantuan alat yang engkau gunakan. Aku menangis sekali lagi, menandakan kegembiraan dan bersyukur kepada Yang Maha Esa atas pemulihanmu yang Cepat. Allahu Akbar, Allah Maha Besar. Namun, Doaku untukmu tidak akan terhenti disini, aku akan terus berdoa buatmu supaya engkau pulih secepatnya dan kehidupanmu akan senantiasa indah dan ceria. 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Everything I do, I do it for you. It may sound ridiculous that I'm concern much while you belongs to someone. But for me, friends have no boundaries. I felt like crying seeing your state. I felt like helping yet I can't. I only have my prayers for you, for your speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a normal injury that usually people have. But when I heard more news about your condition, the wound, the pain, My heart became more worried. I became restless. NEver question why I felt that way, Its nature. I never expect you to face this situation. None except The God and me, know how I feel, How strong my prayers are for you. Yes, I miss you, nevertheless I lied to friends when they question me "You miss her right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the change in me. I felt everything is different. I became more quiet than before. I became more serious. I joke lesser And I talk lesser. Situation are now different. My hopes remained the same. But I have to change my strategy. Sometimes, I have to sacrifice my dreams and hopes for the benefit of others. Hence, I got to let go, I got to realise sometimes, things won't go the way we wished it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say. The tears that broke, when I saw the injury you had made me realised, how important someone could be. All the best for you, And speedy recovery aite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5305448570286943653?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5305448570286943653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5305448570286943653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5305448570286943653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5305448570286943653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-did-any-of-my-help-to-help-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6524251143298156443</id><published>2010-03-20T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:39:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. What's up? It's been raining all day and imagine my bike parts are as cold as ice. Thought of riding but the next minute I went outside my house, It rained like it never rain before. (?) haha. So Holidays ending. I don't feel like its a holiday either, just a break. Holidays will be after My Olevels. Thats where I work, Ride and enjoy. Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAD told me last two days. " Eddy, I  tell you something, Don't find girlfriend or get married early. Not because I disallow, its because you must Enjoy first. Study, work, earn big amount of money, buy whatever you want like motorbike or cars. Then when you had enough of this then get married". I was like, YA HOR!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly Mum added in " Girls give you love But more of pain.. Now they only want to joke around. For what? Nowadays, most girls can't be trusted. " I was sumhow yeah true..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision was made clear, the reasons was discussed thoroughly. The conclusion was made wisely. Whatever I have to let go, I have to let go. Syaza told me, For now, everything is just friends. When we are adults, when its fated, then its our fate. I agree with what Syaza said. Being friends, is better than Steady. Why? When you fight, you can get back together and forgive and forget. But for steady wise, Once hate, Means hate forever.. I agree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the vision was made clear, Study comes first. Now, I wait for nobody, instead, an extra boost will make me fly. Its time, to take myself away.. I have to go through all the obstacle and hence, make my way through. And for frens, we remain frens. Close frens, we remain too. Lets push all the feelings of special "love" aside and we walk the narrow lane, together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I'm not a stalker if you targeted me. Go ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and say what you want. Cause I'm not affected at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all. Yes I've Changed, its was for my own good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Independent now "*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6524251143298156443?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6524251143298156443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6524251143298156443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6524251143298156443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6524251143298156443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5997795910534515781</id><published>2010-03-12T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:38:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays are coming, yet I've got no Idea what to do except spending the time to study. I want to spend the time well.. Today was the last day for the term. So yeah class slacked. Hence I got adrift too. HAHA.. After recess was starting to feel the warmth of nature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Bio, did some work. With the class so messed up plus teacher didn't come. So yeah. Everybody laze around and yeah i start to feel lethargic and becoming more restless. Despite drinking loads of water, I still feel thirsty.. Hence I slept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              * &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I want to say something, don't be sad and goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of words. The power of dreams. But if the powers went too extreme, you will break down due to overheating. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Will Still Wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5997795910534515781?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5997795910534515781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5997795910534515781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5997795910534515781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5997795910534515781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/03/holidays-are-coming-yet-ive-got-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8353939502118965251</id><published>2010-03-10T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:26:03.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5e5Kr_OqGI/AAAAAAAAALw/HlADPL3ZsSM/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447025867585661026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5e5Kr_OqGI/AAAAAAAAALw/HlADPL3ZsSM/s400/emo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thinking far, yet I have to move. Now you and me, is like the light infront of me..Unclear, Unreachable, Uncontactable, and VERY FAR. I got to go far. I must move... I stop hoping. I can't hope for you.. I need to be brave.. I will be Independent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8353939502118965251?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8353939502118965251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8353939502118965251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8353939502118965251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8353939502118965251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/03/thinking-far-yet-i-have-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5e5Kr_OqGI/AAAAAAAAALw/HlADPL3ZsSM/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-446389712513627855</id><published>2010-03-07T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:49:04.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5MOu9Jj9KI/AAAAAAAAALo/0bcBEQLgaNA/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445712574272500898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5MOu9Jj9KI/AAAAAAAAALo/0bcBEQLgaNA/s400/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5MOhlJKHJI/AAAAAAAAALg/OPKXuuf58YM/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind every smile, lies a pain which is undescribable. I got to know from a Workshop, A guy said, girls prefer being straight forward. Hence, I wanted to be straight forward, but I'm afraid you would avoid me another round. Yes I'm saying this, I'm still having the feelings for you. I still love you indeed. Truly, I didn't not give up, its just that I'm taking a break. However, You pounded me with a question last year, "You still have that for me?" The question that I always think of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite, new riders came in. Not new actually, legendary rider. Rode ard with him. Learn tricks from him. Omg. Its extreme. He gave me this quote, "you won't know unless you try". I tried the tricks, I nearly landed it. Despite the height and the speed I have to face, I tried and believed, In the end, It was 90% successful. I went to him and said, you were very true.. He smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday had seminar for english language at Woodlands Regional Library, Met up Hilmi, Dzul, Rusydi, Hisham and Azmee at Yew Tee.. Proceeded and met up with Serinna and Pineapple. Wani, ur denim wear is it? Can keep a kangaroo I guess. HAHA! Through out the Seminar, I nearly fell asleep, Mid way, we thought of going home. Yet we stayed because its a waste of time and money. So we completed the course :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home, oh no, I didn't go home, went to meet SYAZA AMALINA with her Flowery Uniform. HAHA! You so small. Can't see.. Yeah, nice meeting you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for today, &lt;em&gt;getting good rapport with friends or your connection is what you need to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-446389712513627855?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/446389712513627855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=446389712513627855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/446389712513627855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/446389712513627855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/03/behind-every-smile-lies-pain-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S5MOu9Jj9KI/AAAAAAAAALo/0bcBEQLgaNA/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1310216919634930375</id><published>2010-02-28T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:23:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. Well.. past few days had alot of test. Test made me sick, feel so down. Felt so burdened. But yet, it is to test my limits of strength. Many things happened to me recently. But nonetheless I don't know if I should discuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a riding session with Amirul, Fathul and Nas. We went to ECP at 12. Although something happened in the early part, I don't wish to elaborate here. I still move on with the plan. Just talked normally.. Reached Bedok at 1. Fixed up and rode to ecp. The sun was scorching hot that it could tear my skin off. So we rode at ECP and by 10.30 night we went off for our beds at home. Something happened again. My ego and me. IDIOTIC ME! Reached home exactly on 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went online and chit chat with friends. Discussed things out with Amirul. Got some lesson learnt from the conversation we had. But I got my point for blasting at you. My point wasn't direct thats why. My mortar went wrong and shot the wrong target. That was my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next paragraph I'm gonna say something, Referral to some people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HazWani&lt;br /&gt;I know at times I disturb you, asked you this and that. Got irritated I presume? Ok I would like to apologise for this. And when you don't entertain me or talk much I will go like why like this and like that. It was actually nothing done by you but its me who is being PARANOID ( think of things that you never do or thought about actually ). I got head shot yesterday with what my friends said. I was blatantly blaming people, now I realised its my mistake for misjudging you. I'm sorry. Hope you Are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classmates 5/1&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I went berserk or like create stupid jokes which may be no link. Then I had times where you see me on the bad mood face and stuff. Alot have been running in my mind. Too mmuch thinking ruptured my cells and made me loose control. I just felt traumatised sometimes. I don't like people to tease me or make me feel sore loser. I don't mind if people approach me for my mistakes. But don't make me feel like a sore loser. I got a history of being bullied during primary school. So now I'm taking a strong stand of myself to prevent people from bullying me. So ended up, I'm paranoid. I want to be closer with you guys. I want to CHANGE my attitude. Help me guys :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riders&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my fractious attitude made you all felt irritated. Seriously, I can't control myself when I'm sugar rush. Truly everytime during I ride, I will consume a lot of sugar content foods so I have the energy to keep moving. But everything have its pro's and Con's. Sorry guys. Its good to have you all around. True, if you all dislike me, for sure you wont ride with me. But then everyone is riding with me. So yeah. I'm Paranoid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1310216919634930375?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1310216919634930375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1310216919634930375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1310216919634930375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1310216919634930375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5015944683051714311</id><published>2010-02-19T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:30:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JoQKJGp1AE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JoQKJGp1AE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just enjoy the video. I will be away. Releasing pain. Realising life. Realising all have gone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5015944683051714311?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5015944683051714311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5015944683051714311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5015944683051714311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5015944683051714311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-enjoy-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5141215579189832856</id><published>2010-02-10T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:30:29.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to make my post a sorrow one or what. But in fact, its reality. I didn't go to school due to sick. Before waking up early in the morning, I had a couple flashes of dreams. I don't know what's going on. Every thing seems dark, dull, mundane, sad and easy said, negative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out for the sun, looking for a glimpse of hope. Sadly, its like difficult. I don't know last few days i've been sad, I dunno. I believe that god everytime gives me this pressure and situation is to test my limits. But I believe, Im able to do it. I will get the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a flashback. This is like a dream.. Sunday, Its about to reveal. I cant lie anymore. I'm always stuck, unable to move. Hence this decision allows me to have a narrow view.. We wait and see :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5141215579189832856?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5141215579189832856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5141215579189832856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5141215579189832856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5141215579189832856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-trying-to-make-my-post-sorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6183661011837910592</id><published>2010-02-09T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:49:18.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its pretty mundane. Its pretty boring. OH! I Failed my maths test. -__-'' Patheticly, by one mark. Because of careless mistake! Imagine 2x2 give me 8. I was so careless. Stupid shit if&lt;br /&gt;not I would have just passed that test. Pretty languid for Takraw match this thursday. Everything seems to meet at the dead end. I can't find any brighter ideas. I guess this weekend Barbecue with aunt and cuzzie, Im gonna make full use of it. Clear all my black clouds. Clear my doubts. Let go my problems and take a new cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I complaint to mum about CCA. I find it wasting my time. CAuse, all the cycle starts again. I prefer not having CCA why? Because when I have CCA, I can't slack. If I Got no CCA, Once i reach home, I will sleep an hour or two before doing my homework or revision. Imagine, With cca, I will reach home by 7pm. WOW! Sounds late ah. Yeah it is late. I mean, the time i used to regain my energy back is being used..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then When I reached home, I will be double tired. So Mdm Khamilia spotted me being moody sometimes. But truly I'm the person who is able to control my mood. But then!, When someone asked me something, I will change my mood and straight away will treat HER nicely. HEHE. Keep guessing alrite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6183661011837910592?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6183661011837910592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6183661011837910592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6183661011837910592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6183661011837910592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-pretty-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-335444182876967549</id><published>2010-02-08T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:21:51.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been really bad for me. Every good things that happened, there will&lt;br /&gt;be bad ones too. First, Quarelled with someone. Second someone's leaving. The first seems stupid I guess. Its my fault. I didn't expect it to turn out the other way round. Ended up not good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was today. No wonder I couldn't sleep last night. I was pretty restless. Everything that's going to happen, I could sense. I could sense something will be wrong. So then, some bad news came along. I just can't believe it. I hope its fake. And I hope you won't leave. I know its pretty a hard one. But I just can't imagine not having you with me. I mean,  you should know everytime I'm with you. I need you. You won't understand why. You don't understand. But.. I'll pray hard you will still be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarising everything for today. Taiwan is on my way. Probably she will go away. But please don't go from me. I need you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-335444182876967549?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/335444182876967549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=335444182876967549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/335444182876967549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/335444182876967549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-few-days-have-been-really-bad-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6592713410218762601</id><published>2010-02-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:31:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok nothing excites me. When I feel joy, I will go overboard. I tell you. I don't mind you scolding me. But tell me, stop smsing u much. I can stand the pain when you hit my face with words. Im the person who is somehow translucent and could accept facts, scolding, and maybe harsh words. But if you like to keep to urself and dont say it out. And say behind me, I guess u lose things out. Simple, Im a person whom u can crash on, meaning, im easy going. But once u do things like commenting behind my back, think back, what if i comment abt u on ur back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love u, as my sister. I got no feelings for u alrdy. If u read this, good. I hope u get me right. Yesterday I had sugar rush. Stupid as it sounds. I disturb almost everyone in my contact list. Bigman is the victim. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku harap sunset tetap kawan kau sal..dont destroy my plans..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6592713410218762601?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6592713410218762601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6592713410218762601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6592713410218762601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6592713410218762601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-nothing-excites-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1146247876227145481</id><published>2010-01-31T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:23:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siak ah i so boring. anybody entertain me please can???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1146247876227145481?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1146247876227145481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1146247876227145481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1146247876227145481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1146247876227145481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/siak-ah-i-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4812750864914267434</id><published>2010-01-31T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:23:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring Sunday. Yeah i bet it is.. Well.. What to do. People leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Go Clark Quay never jio :( But nevermind. HAHA! It was yesterday. Go&lt;br /&gt;what market at town? Go market buy fish ah? HAHA! I wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;either Jia li, Oneay, Fydie or Olivia ( Extremely bigman) to study together.&lt;br /&gt;I smsed all four. Ended up all four were together at clark quay studying.&lt;br /&gt;WTH!! HAHA.. Then saturday was a lonely day. I went out alone, stay at&lt;br /&gt;home alone. All alone. Home alone.. So bad u four.. :P Hope none read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I find myself a way to get entertained, PS2. Played ps2 and forgot about&lt;br /&gt;my test that is coming up soon. Omg! I rushed everything, end up I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;the whole day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been great. Something happened. Lets be closer as a friend:)&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be there if we are there for them. So yeah. Stay close.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4812750864914267434?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4812750864914267434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4812750864914267434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4812750864914267434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4812750864914267434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/boring-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8505749291776095505</id><published>2010-01-29T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:04:21.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S2KvfeRBUsI/AAAAAAAAALY/ToAPWsC0uPw/s1600-h/DSC00888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432097055797498562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S2KvfeRBUsI/AAAAAAAAALY/ToAPWsC0uPw/s400/DSC00888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Felt The Same Way TOO"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last Few days have been a very good one. I was hoping and praying everything will go nicely and hope my wishes would come true. There was one day after recess, something excites me and made me happy. It was like an eye opening moment. Heart crashing moments too. I couldn't believe something said by someone. After someone said something, till today I'm happy.. Very enthusiastic to go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passby stress surrounds me. I thought I couldn't cope with it. Was hoping something would cheer me up, and release my stress. Indeed it came by just in time. I couldn't believe the same thoughts and feelings ended me up happy and glittery all the time. I've been praying to god to give me a chance to get something I've been longing. In the end, there is a glimpse of hope I could hold on too. I wouldn't want to go far now. I want you and me myself to focus on our studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a great moment for me this month. Hoping hard it will be good all this whole year. I want all my friends to be by me.. Strive and achieve something together. Regardless you are chinese, malay or indians, I believe that you are my friend. But to someone, You are more than a friend :D Thats all. AND OH!! MDM KHAMILIA DESTROYED THE CLASS!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Feelings the same way too". A simple sentence which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;made me felt touched and appreciated. I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;my loyalty towards you in waiting for you could at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;least let me have a glimpse of hope. You have helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;me, settling my doubts away. Telling me about someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Unreliable attitude. I feel good. I feel secured. I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;you are with me. In malay i would say I SAYANG YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes... Not under the category as friend or feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its Not friend and not feelings. Its different.. More than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;a friend but still having the feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8505749291776095505?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8505749291776095505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8505749291776095505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8505749291776095505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8505749291776095505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/felt-same-way-too-last-few-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/S2KvfeRBUsI/AAAAAAAAALY/ToAPWsC0uPw/s72-c/DSC00888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6702045337390597586</id><published>2010-01-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:29:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reasons I'm here is because I've changed song. Added a few..  Been having boring days. Yesterday had group study at Woodlands regional library. Saj, Shod, Kabil, Me, Azlin, Syifa. As usual the girls will always be the last one to reach. Shopping centre is girls playground. Once they enter, will never come out until they are told to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached library, these two young ladies is pretty noisy. People around looked at us. Saj plan was, if we were ever to get kicked out because of them, we will just say, we don't even know them. Haha.. We laughed out loud..  So then we studied till 5. Saj said its like wasted. Didnt study much and only like for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that left me kabil syifa and alin. Went to eat and followed them to get smtg and stuff and home sweet home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6702045337390597586?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6702045337390597586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6702045337390597586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6702045337390597586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6702045337390597586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/reasons-im-here-is-because-ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4918247789700500762</id><published>2010-01-13T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:21:08.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to say this.. I have no feelings for her. That was the past. She is my friend only. Yet still, we are not talking much. But be clear, nomore..feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent well. School as per normal, still having the fun people around. AEP resumed. NEw rule. New principal, new way of life. Its more challenging. Hence I must be able to manage time well. Somehow, some of the days, I still lag behind. I do slack. Hence At times I really need to do all things at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had dinner with friends.. Someone's treat. Nice. Full.. Not full but bloated.. HAHa.. Thanks.. Im gonna work hard for My olevel. Im not gonna waste my one year here again.. This might be a post for a few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4918247789700500762?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4918247789700500762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4918247789700500762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4918247789700500762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4918247789700500762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-want-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4211887263139656236</id><published>2010-01-03T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:28:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeehehehehe.. Chalet on friday, saturday slept, today slack and tmr school. You see its funny. On friday my nephew had circumsition? i dunno how its being spelt. Then went to Ayu's chalet, late. Ended up sleep over there. Ayu gave a hug. AWWW i miss ya too :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her, ate, smoke and slack and cards and many more. But! I never got drunk cos I dont take liquor or beer. So then we play ard eat and all then slept at 4. Checked out at 10.30 and guess what, everyone woke up at 10.15. What else, imagine inside the chalet, everybody being like a cartoon.. rush here.. rush there. Ayu went inside the toilet first, ohmy.. she took so long. Nevermind gerl.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out.. breakfast with ayu at macdonald. Then trained home. Reached home fell asleep.. haha. Ayu worst.. woke up at 9.. So then.. I had fun at chalet altho it was short.. Know khai, faisal, melvin, shafiq and reza. Good people but then nt that well.. Alot of foods. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow schooling, im gonna hug wani :P I miss her.. haha. I dunno who is gonna be with us this year. Who are my frens that will stay.. I hope gce O gonna be a good one for me.. I want to go poly. I want to be in accountancy course.. Please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku adalah lelaki..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4211887263139656236?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4211887263139656236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4211887263139656236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4211887263139656236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4211887263139656236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2010/01/weeehehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-628444807230629111</id><published>2009-12-22T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:47:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ku biarkan luka dihati berdarah sehingga kering di mamah mentari. Apakah salahku disakiti sebergini.. In english, I left my wound on my heart bleed till it dry, evaporated by the sun. What is my mistake that I was left in pain in a bad state. Hmm. I tried forgetting you. No doubt that I still like you. But I know nothing will happen. I know you only treat me as a friend. But yeah. We follow the stream which will lead me to a bigger pool of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, school will resume so soon. Sec 5 continuation. I'm taking My Olevels. Can I withstand? I face Olevel and... The other one I dont need to mention.. Hmm. Going to see a few people and someone again.. Hope this sec 5, is gonna be an easy one. With presence of some. I hope my life wont be so stranded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget you. But its hard trying to close up with you.. My intention is sincere. You know my feelings. But then.. When will I have to keep myself waiting? Let me hold a chance.. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-628444807230629111?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/628444807230629111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=628444807230629111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/628444807230629111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/628444807230629111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/12/ku-biarkan-luka-dihati-berdarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2901780857136401437</id><published>2009-12-19T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:44:11.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sacrifices wasn't in vain. Not only I got it right, But I did it well.. I gave my Family A Jawdrop face. Alhamdullilah SYUKUR! My price is right.. Omg. I cant believe I did it well..&lt;br /&gt;So Reached school from mosque, straight rushed to school. Sat down, at 3pm results released.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty worried. Hazwani, Fydie and a few girls shouted or sumhow screamed when&lt;br /&gt;they saw their result. Wani cute seh when crying :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I didnt give any expression but I kneel down... I guess some saw what happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly rushed home, called mum, dad, bro and sis. All goes WAWAWAWAHHH!!! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied. Now time to Push myself further Up.. UP UP AND AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;But then, Baby are you down down down down down.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You also know my intention which is sincere and clean.Only Me half dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holding my sadness..I hope you see me.. Im here although You don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, I will be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2901780857136401437?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2901780857136401437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2901780857136401437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2901780857136401437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2901780857136401437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sacrifices-wasnt-in-vain.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7705525919260491269</id><published>2009-12-07T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:48:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Illegal, restricted, unauthorised, reserved... That are some words to describe smtg inaccessible. So far I'm doing good. Been working and didn't ride that much. OH!! TOMORROW IS MY PAY :D.. So Im gonna hell yeah with it! Hmm.. Next week result omg I pray hard that its gonna be a good one.. Hoping well I would get something good and then go to Higher Nitec maybe?Please pray for me and friends that we attain good results for Nlevels. Im not gonna go sec 5 cause I know, disaster means disaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lets talk about my life. I've been working. Monday to friday, 8am to 5pm. Traffic jams, Heavily cramped in trains. Foul Smell in train. Getting into trouble with authority. Thats what I've been seeing. Thank god last few days Dad fetch me and sent me to work. At least it saved me from being cramped up in the morning. But I appreciate life. Thats what it is. Some people Never worked before and hence took life for granted. But when they started working, they know the pain to get that pathetic hundreds per month isnt an easy thing. So my plan was to stop working when get results. But then mum came up with a good suggestion, Get result and decide. Got time continue working. So then thats when, when school reopen, I will have bucks of money to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Riding lessen. I cant ride much due to busy working hours. I loved to go ecp on friday, but then when i work monday to friday, I missed prayers and also my normal routine. But for money, its sacrificial. I sacrificed my hobby, just to gain experience, and money. For me, sacrifices have to be made in life. If not, we will fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in bmx, I sacrificed my fear to do air. Omg I did do over coping air. But then BOOM! I fell..&lt;br /&gt;Fell on my balls. Sian. So then, fear comes again, but i sacrificed it again. Im gonna air again so soon. Make it like a bunny hop.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas coming, sales starting. Im gonna go shopping :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7705525919260491269?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7705525919260491269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7705525919260491269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7705525919260491269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7705525919260491269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/12/illegal-restricted-unauthorised.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-678755172879313162</id><published>2009-11-29T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:55:55.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SxJf1CxT_7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdIBUo7zodU/s1600/eddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409491467306794930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SxJf1CxT_7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdIBUo7zodU/s400/eddies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that shoes is mine.. :) I got it already for 100. Dad paid for me first but im gonna pay him back because I'm gonna use my own money to get it...  YEsterday went to Tionghin to get some stuff. Tire lever, That shoes, Mike Aitken plyte tire and also fit faf tire for the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I've been busy working so that's the reason I dont blog that much. Its like a routine, morning 6.15 wake up, by 6.40 off to work. I like working with this company. There is transport.. So I dont have to think of traffic jam. :) I will be working till I drop. Meaning I can stop anytime I want. Maybe by end of year.. So when school reopens, I got a Sum of money to spend on :) No need to depend on parents that much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not been riding that much too. My routine is monday to friday work. Saturday ECP skatepark. Sunday at home? Maybe ride street ard my area?. So got my first pay on the 24th nov. Spent it, but not all. Still keeping some. Saving it for some reasons. AHAH. some say I save as if Im getting married but hell no. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then till here aite people... And i got too many shoes. like a 5 pairs of shoes? Two orchid, One nike airmax, one bugis street shoe and FIT EDDIE LOTEK SHOE. FIVE??!!! OMG. Im wasting money!!! HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-678755172879313162?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/678755172879313162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=678755172879313162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/678755172879313162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/678755172879313162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-that-shoes-is-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SxJf1CxT_7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdIBUo7zodU/s72-c/eddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5584172984882191111</id><published>2009-11-15T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:28:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every things that happened on earth in humans life, are for reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only We humans are not that good in handling problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello readers. Its been near to a week I blogged. Last monday I got my injection cause I am working with a food company. Hmm. On Tuesday started work. Get to know this two guys named Wafa and Arafat. Good people. Then manager told us that there are another two missing. So then our break time is three times. First on 10. Second is lunch which is 12.30. Third is 3. I work office hour and its kinda convenient for me tho. So it was unexpected that I work with someone who stay a few blocks away from me and A guy name Nazri, a bmx rider. So i heard I and the others got extended till next week. So Im gonna work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So then, about riding, Since i've been working, I didnt have the time to ride ECP skatepark. So then yesterday went. Im happy cause I got my grinding constant. FEeble and Double peg. So then i practiced at this just small kerb just enough to grind. So I tried at different speed, gap and style. I realised that it can be done with many styles, but the technic is still the same. So all of sudden I got bored grinding at the small one. So I find a bigger and higher ones. Rahayu told me to grind there. So i tried. Omg, I thot it was high but it isnt. So practice feeble all the way till a few times of accidentally ice pick grind and rodeo grind. Hehe.. Im just happy cause I didnt know I can do this things with no doubts. Hmm. Specially thanks to Rahayu for giving me the addiction to play grind and Farhan for guiding me in grinds yesterday. He was like So fierce, but DAMN frenly. I like this type of people. Their attitude are positive. Smile and make friends. Yeah riders should make friends and be good with each other because when we are one, we can make a difference. :) Thats all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5584172984882191111?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5584172984882191111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5584172984882191111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5584172984882191111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5584172984882191111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-things-that-happened-on-earth-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1431481924729047633</id><published>2009-11-09T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:29:38.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite, Time to stop riding for awhile. I got my job. As a packer somewhere in a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty shock to get the phone call early in the morning. Woke up at 10, rushed to the&lt;br /&gt;office, get briefing, and was told to go Jurong Point to get my Typhoid Injection.&lt;br /&gt;Syifa called me while waiting for my injection, asking me to accompany her to her interview..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't make it because I myself was dealing something with work at that&lt;br /&gt;time. So yeah. Hope you get the job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened last few days.. Not affected by it. It gave me a moment of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;What some people say might be true. Hence I accept his sayings. And took his challenge..&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to excel and learn new things despite being someone who dont excel. He got&lt;br /&gt;the point there. This is the drive I need to hold so that I can be about the same as him..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start stepping on. I ensure that everything will be as fine as salt. May all be good&lt;br /&gt;for me... Thanks Challenger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1431481924729047633?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1431481924729047633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1431481924729047633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1431481924729047633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1431481924729047633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/alrite-time-to-stop-riding-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1125219743384774270</id><published>2009-11-07T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:30:14.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SvRaR28QS2I/AAAAAAAAALI/0kntAXa8V6M/s1600-h/Eddy%27s+picturee(048).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401041115976584034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SvRaR28QS2I/AAAAAAAAALI/0kntAXa8V6M/s400/Eddy%27s+picturee(048).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alrite. 6november was fun. First was b3, second fir went down the big ramp after so long. And I went shopping with sis at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above showed what I bought. My sister treat. Price cant say. hmm. I like the bermudas and shoe.. Looks great.. I just wanted the bermudas, but then sister bought me the shoe and shirt. So accept ah, people treat, its free! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rode B3 too. At last Fir went down the big ramp, after so much scolding, shouting, crying and heartpain teaching him to go down. And before going home from B3, I decided that a sweetalk motherfcuker will make him go down. So i made use of every single sweet words to make him go down. At last he did. I thanked god for giving him confidence. I thank myself for being patience. And fartu, syahied and amirul who applaud him when he went down the ramp. Its not easy. Good job FIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached home, Changed then off to bugis with sis. Large story but lazy to describe.. toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1125219743384774270?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1125219743384774270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1125219743384774270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1125219743384774270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1125219743384774270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/alrite.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SvRaR28QS2I/AAAAAAAAALI/0kntAXa8V6M/s72-c/Eddy%27s+picturee(048).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4105537224160827412</id><published>2009-11-05T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:48:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little thing that can make me bond to her well :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firstly, I owe Ayu one coconut drink&lt;/span&gt;. She landed a 360 so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Rode Ecp skatepark today. It was fun. Now getting used to the ramps.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better. Especially with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayu&lt;/span&gt; around. Its like the topic we talks&lt;br /&gt;rolls around us so we make the riding more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out at 2. Lexington asked me to wait at Jurong east at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up he was late and I waited 45minutes. Nevermind, lucky you told&lt;br /&gt;me you were eating or else I would have left. So then while waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;received a phone call from someone. Told me before that he did not go to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up he reached first due to availability of transport provided. Nvm who&lt;br /&gt;cares, I prefer the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lexington reached and we went in the train. HEaded straight to Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and it was already 4. So fix bike at Bedok station and set off&lt;br /&gt;to ECP. Reached there I didn't know what to do actually. Then I played the&lt;br /&gt;banks, learned 180 out. Came monkey and cartoon. Cartoon guided me on&lt;br /&gt;180. Then it was better. I fly out... hahah. I mean I fly out 180. Meaning&lt;br /&gt;usually I 180 is where the spot people start to pull the trick. While the&lt;br /&gt;correct one was supposed to be after the ramp. At last got it. I felt I fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Rahayu and Hanyo. So then now got company already. AYU&lt;br /&gt;of course. So suddenly while Ayu was trying do her luc-e grind, something&lt;br /&gt;happened and she went berserk. I don't want to talk much on this as I was&lt;br /&gt;having the same issue with someone too.. So then Ayu moved to another ramp.&lt;br /&gt;Followed her and she tried 360 while I try to perfect my 180. But soon I forgot&lt;br /&gt;how to do 180 out T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride and ride and it was already 8pm reaching 9. Suddenly Ayu dad came to&lt;br /&gt;fetch her with big lorry. So I tagged along as I wanted to go home too. So then&lt;br /&gt;we have a long talk in the lorry and Something about Australia And Donkey&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA! Australia have kangaroo not DONKEY&lt;/span&gt;! haha..&lt;br /&gt;Then Ayu dad pump petrol at Tuas and off we go home. Thanks ayu. I owe you&lt;br /&gt;one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4105537224160827412?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4105537224160827412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4105537224160827412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4105537224160827412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4105537224160827412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-thing-that-can-make-me-bond-to.html' title='A little thing that can make me bond to her well :)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-9089800327807407499</id><published>2009-11-04T06:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:01:20.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A glimpse of hope. A precious mindset. A stable confidence and a noble thought would make&lt;br /&gt;your wishes comes true. Every single thing done have its conscience. But when humans are&lt;br /&gt;able to detect it and to take control of the problem, everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of hope. To have it is actually one of the best as you hope together with hardwork,&lt;br /&gt;something will comes true. We must remember, the drive to excel must always be in us, only&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A precious mindset. To be able to think positively and decide on what's good for self. Never&lt;br /&gt;should we depend on others thinking, to help us stand up or worst, decide our route of life.&lt;br /&gt;Hence keeping self with a positive mindset is something really important so we don't leave&lt;br /&gt;in the world of darkness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence and a noble thought. Once we have a hope, and a positive mindset, we got to have&lt;br /&gt;confidence and noble thoughts. With these we can come out with an outrageous outcome or product which will satisfy us much. But plainly, some people are lacking either one of it, which&lt;br /&gt;will make a person, loose behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I dont really understand this :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-9089800327807407499?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/9089800327807407499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=9089800327807407499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/9089800327807407499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/9089800327807407499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/glimpse-of-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7601993075067114423</id><published>2009-11-01T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:54:37.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Felt Like Everything Is Coming To An End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Suxx01ynk5I/AAAAAAAAALA/HTEtu55QlxE/s1600-h/NoobSmoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815205916906386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Suxx01ynk5I/AAAAAAAAALA/HTEtu55QlxE/s400/NoobSmoke2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The animation above shows two character in One. Left is Noob, right is Smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would want to be them. Why? First is they communicate well and are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very strong. Second is Smoke can disappear and be invisible. While Noob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can make world dark. Why? Cause if I were to be them, I would assasinate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my enemies by choking them using smoke and make them live in darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Good thing about this character is, one die, the other back up, and have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this ability to confuse its attackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few days back, something happened between me and friend. Quarrelled over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;small thing. Patheticly, I felt I'm being used. Thanks eh! I'm not gonna dwell on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't suit that group. I know its like an extra. So well, may we meet some other times yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been finding job. Unable to get one. SHIT! Needa money ok. Lets Talk About Friday Ride at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ECP skatepark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rahayu&lt;/span&gt;(god sis). She is lovely actually. Great that I met her.. Went with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max, Amirul, Fathul, Loyd, Jethro and Dhamiri. Reached there at 4. I like the part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where we remove front wheelset and place our bike in the bag, cause everybody looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at us as if we are demonstrating something. So set off to Bedok at 3. Reached there at 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached Ecp abt 4.15. I went histerical and hyper looking at the skatepark, furthermore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm riding with fun people, Rahayu, Max, Fathul And Dhamiri. Wanted to try to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drop in at combo bowl, but its fucking scary. Didn't play much. Not used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 8 it rained. And Met this girl called Meiyi. She predicted about someone I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer was this. Focus yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I like the girl but she doesn't like me. She likes someone else. Someone else likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me to be with her is hard as there are many obstacle. She is vain while I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And she only treat me as a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I wasn't affected yesterday. When I cycling home from Rahayu block, I started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to recap and started to breakdown. But I'm not gonna sit still, Im gonna move, but will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart move on? Yesterday rode at B3, well it sucks actually. It rained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was supposed to be home by 8. But then I cycled slowly to avoid accident as it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slippery plus I'm not focusing on my route. Like didnt pay attention while on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also in the afternoon followed dad to Inspection Centre to inspect is motorbike. Failed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the front brake didn't work. So then went home after that and then house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;empty. Nobody except me. Thats when I went out. Ride..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am really pissed off at my bike. The hub keeps loosing and I cant do the stunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scared bearings will burst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I filled up my mind with smoke, so as to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But the heart bond is strong that I feel I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was disappointed, sad and unwilling to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The words kept repeating "she dont like you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will go away, and one day I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You change your mind, I'm here ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7601993075067114423?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7601993075067114423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7601993075067114423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7601993075067114423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7601993075067114423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-felt-like-everything-is-coming-to.html' title='It Felt Like Everything Is Coming To An End.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Suxx01ynk5I/AAAAAAAAALA/HTEtu55QlxE/s72-c/NoobSmoke2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8310167919335529544</id><published>2009-10-23T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:58:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allrite its been a long time since I've ever blogged. So far everything is running well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but long holidays make me run out of plans. I don't know what to do. People tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work. I've applied for one but yeah, waiting for the call to ring. Once they alert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me when to come, then I will start working. I should be more hardworking. Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to depend on parents too much. Come on, Imma big boy what do you expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday asking momma for bucks of money just to go out and chill? Never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna let that happen much. But still its happening -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, school had a program for us. Three different course, each individual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;directed to one - Junior Chef, Tourism, Hospitality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in the Tourism, but on the first day, the teacher in charge asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if anybody wanna change course. I went for Junior Chef. Thank God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got transferred. Cause Tourism Sucks!.. So then, First Day already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the restaurant. Met and knew our instructor called ZAI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malay, looked like Sudirman. A firm, strict and a legendary i suppose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day, was pretty quiet and wise. Everybody didn't dare to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a word i assume. Me, simple sit one corner, relax, and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they say you work, then work. They ask you this, give this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple as that so you won't get blurt on. Learnt a couple of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically how to run a restaurant. Open a bottle of wine. How to smell wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No tasting, underage. Table setting. Folding of napkins. How to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;table cloth and many more. First few days, I had a 50 50 mind on the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether to continue the course or just leave.. Mum been supporting me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She told me to go and go. Although woke up late, reached school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late, she never fail to support me. I appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday, I finished the course. It was a 7day course. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without realising, I finished it. OMG! At first I was like WTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is with this course blablabla. But I realised, the knowledge I got,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cert that I will receive, can save my butt, in case its catching fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in future. Don't get what I mean? Understand it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was hell a lot of fun. Cooked, table setting. Fold napkins again. WEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got the crowd entertained. We went out with our foods. I was the one who supposed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to explain one of the appetizers? I forget what it is called. But its a dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is a traditional italian appetizer, a few slice of tomato with mozarella cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in between it and topping of basils and olive oil, seasoned with salt and pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine just that cost you 18bucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then we served food continuously, and ran in back to the FnN room. All nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hospitality course served water of course. Who would want the teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get choked? But It will be good if some of them gets choke. Joking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after it all ends, clean up and home. After that went riding, but all of sudden. Head spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Was a pretty boring day. Went b3 thats all. Tmr outing cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i will update again yeah. ROsells..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8310167919335529544?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8310167919335529544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8310167919335529544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8310167919335529544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8310167919335529544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/10/allrite-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1258308112243838135</id><published>2009-10-13T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:16:30.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress One gone But Stress Two will stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Practically N-level is over&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so going to share what I did after papers and what happened to me after Nlevel. Initially got to enjoy. Dad gave me a call asking me about the papers. It was manageable but tough. Just hope for the best. May God be with me all time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After papers, went to play street soccer. Played for two hours and intervals, Safiee received a phone call regarding something bad. So he rushed home. Oh that means me too. I went back home with him, and wished him may all be just fine.. So boarded the train and I know I was soaking wet in sweat so I'm scared other passengers might not be comfortable, so I moved to somwhere less crowded. Alighted at CCK and walked home. Bought The NewPaper too. Looked for jobs. SOmething caught my eyes, but the work is at CHANGI! OMG! TOO FAR.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached home, settle down and slept. Woke up at 3.30pm exact as something was in my mind. I sent a message to someone asking about their papers, so replied was difficult. Just hope for the best ok. So after that bathe, and prayers. So then Online on msn and had a little chit chat with friends. Without realising, some matter sneaked into my mind and destroyed my mood. I got sad and frown. Someone knew what it was. I got changed and left home. I cycle and ride. Eventually it eased my mind, but not for long, it came back bothering. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True "the more we try to forget, the more we miss it"&lt;/span&gt; So I sat one corner and separate myself from others, started to think and nearly broke dwn. At 8pm went home. Cause my friends went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onlined again and this time it really became worst. Nas called, and asked me to come down as Rian was riding. Wasn't having energy at all to ride but the issue troubles my mind again. I quickly changed and left home at night altho mum and dad disagree on my plan to ride. I just left cause my mind was in total mess. Cycle to meet frens and nearly got hit by bus and car. Too much to take, I shouted and people at the bustop looked at me with a stern face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met the rest and it stays in my brain and never leave. Just ride, and fell here and there. Body starts to ache but I didnt care much.. And I reached Yew Tee, the place which reminds me something. Bought Caramel Frappe at Mc Cafe and sat down nearby my school. The cold breeze weather made me sleepy and made me think about it again.. So while cycling back home, I was afar behind. Brains running thru every scene.. I kept quiet during the whole journey.. Dad called asking me to come home, so made my way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the most painful thing I have ever faced. You never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;know the real intention I had, But like what others told me, Never decide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too early, wait as there are more in future. If you were to ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reappear in my life, I hope its not going to be a fail again.&lt;/em&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/6693737661246680412-1258308112243838135?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1258308112243838135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1258308112243838135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1258308112243838135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1258308112243838135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress-one-gone-but-stress-two-will.html' title='Stress One gone But Stress Two will stay..'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5190223237696077539</id><published>2009-10-08T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:34:18.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Each And Every Human Deserve To Have A Life Partner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that quote somewhere but not too sure where I saw it. It's a brilliant sentence. Cause it really shows how a man/woman deserve to be loved. I heard a song too by Daniel Beddingfield. It says that loves hurt more than anything else. SO. Yeah. FYI, I pulled back my promise that I won't want to have a girlfriend or wife(future). We can feel how lonely you will be if you decided too early on not having any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern:&lt;br /&gt;I know you treat me as a friend. But every sayings that I said I treat you as a friend and have forgotten all those memories on you, its a lie. I never want to be just a friend to you. You should know how very special you are to me. Thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Now Back to reality. Nlevel Is ending PRETTY SO SOON! haha. NExt monday game's over. So I Can enjoy life for a little while, and in december, get back to reality, meaning RESULTS!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it won't be a bad one. Hope its gonna be nice.. Properly arranged. With hopes all B3 and above. *praying hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, school ended already. Gonna miss my class and all. So yeah.. I love 4/2. Although I'm lame at times, just forget it ok. Everyone's changing. To bingshu, altho u irritating, you still rocks. With your weird laugh and act, its cute.. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went riding with ayu, nas, fir and fartu.. FUN! EXTREME FUN! I tell you, when you are with a good company, you feel secure and there is people supporting you. These people care. They may seem evil, ignorance to others and stuff, but they care.. Especially AYU.. LAME! HAHA. jkjk. Tats all.. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5190223237696077539?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5190223237696077539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5190223237696077539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5190223237696077539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5190223237696077539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/10/each-and-every-human-deserve-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4212064288265880975</id><published>2009-10-05T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:48:35.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright guys, Nlevel is gonna go down soon.. Once Im done with it, Im gonna enjoy. But Always&lt;br /&gt;my wish for now is to have a gerlfren and maybe last all time :D Im left with MAths and POA. Once done, I am free to go.. But, Now Im stuck again in the situation of liking someone. Meaning crush. It feels dumb be stuck again in this situation with the only thing you know that your dreams or hopes wont come true.. Cause you know that someone wont like you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence never gonna put high hopes. But if in case it came to reality, i might treat u like a diamond, with the hopes of the ocean, may we swim it together and go through all the obstacle that we will meet soon :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am i here saying all this things? I needa clear my nlevel first. May studies meet me a good girlfren in future :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4212064288265880975?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4212064288265880975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4212064288265880975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4212064288265880975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4212064288265880975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-guys-nlevel-is-gonna-go-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6483337853791873784</id><published>2009-09-26T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:17:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Disini Aku Masih Sendiri. Merenungi Hari Hari Sepi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Aku Tanpa Mu. Masih Tanpamu.. Bila Esok Hari Datang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Lagi. Ku Cuba Tuk Hadapi Semua Ini Masih Tanpamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Masih Tanpamu "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why I put the song back. The song just urged me to put it again. Well true of what mum said, Think of not having any girlfriends, then one fine day you will feel quite lonely. Oh yeah. That's a dilemma now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days Cousins been coming to my hse. Pictures already uploaded at my Facebook. Lazy to post it here cause sometimes blogger lag. So yeah..  Yesterday my relative came. And followed by Safiee and Afif. Well Yeah they've been longing to come so since they were at Icha's house, so I told them to come as I'm already home. They came, did some eating and chit chat and they left. But after that I went out again to meet MAX. Oh that guy owns a new frame. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not long, there was a problem. His brake tab got stucked with a screw. Meaning destroy the tabs. SO he had to get a new one. So then chit chat with MAX at his void deck for about one hour. Then Mum called me asking me to go back. So went home. Reached home, changed and slept straight. Was so tired. Then I had A good sleep cause my fone didnt rang at night. So I slept from 12am to 10am in morning. Woah freaking 10hours. So later at 1 im gonna go offline and study again. Then go out with family.. To relative's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all. And Im sorry If Im the cause of the cock up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6483337853791873784?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6483337853791873784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6483337853791873784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6483337853791873784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6483337853791873784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/disini-aku-masih-sendiri.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3431524252523979235</id><published>2009-09-22T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:27:39.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of crying, 2 more weeks and dispersed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SrkGnvaAi6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4GCSjPsoWjE/s1600-h/Eddy%27s+picturee(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384342109308357538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SrkGnvaAi6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4GCSjPsoWjE/s400/Eddy%27s+picturee(008).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the first time in my life i take my own picture&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. Ok. Consider tuesday is yesterday as now we have entered wednesday as the time already pass 12midnight. Hmm. It was my second time in Unity sec, i'm late for school. And worst was Im late on tuesday. Meaning no excuse to be late as there is a 2 period grace for us to travel to school. Meaning school starts later than usual time. I entered school compound, and travel straight to General Office. Worst, DM was inside. He gave me a stare and I made the sad and lame face.. He said I Must assemble everyday outside his DM room at 7.25am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah tell me who is gonna do that? Lets pray to god that he is gonna forget me.. So entered class.. Then went toilet, Mdm Khamilia was in 4/5 having CE lessons, and she was so shocked to see me eventhough I'm late. :D IM left with two more weeks. You Know what guys, I feel like crying, Im gonna miss 4/2.... I love this class alot ALTHOUGH! I got bullied most time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then today relatives visited my house. Before that I went to My mum sister or nephew hse, nevermind skip that. My dad side came, ohhhh :0.. Full house.. So then last minute plan, Mum me and Dad went to my aunts hse. One is opposite my block and the other is at holland road. So drove there and reached hse, joke here and there.. Till 1am went off home.. Sorry guys no pictures.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA today quote word : MOLE MACHINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3431524252523979235?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3431524252523979235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3431524252523979235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3431524252523979235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3431524252523979235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/moment-of-crying-2-more-weeks-and.html' title='Moment of crying, 2 more weeks and dispersed..'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SrkGnvaAi6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4GCSjPsoWjE/s72-c/Eddy%27s+picturee(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-904005451395692107</id><published>2009-09-21T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:05:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Of Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Kepada Semua Umat Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maafkanlah jika aku terkasar bahasa.. Senang kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kalau terkasar kat mane mane atau ape saja yang menyakitkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hati, maafkan yeah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so lets recall from last week. The day before puasa ends - &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Safiee, Afif, Me, Danish, Shahirah and Serinna&lt;/span&gt; went out to catch a movie and break fast together. So watched The Ugly Truth. The content is good, storyline awesome, lesson learnt was fair. Meaning the message said isn't that obvious but meaningful.(what the f Im talking?) They said that, guys are afraid to reveal their feelings towards the girl they love. While girls, are not themselves when they like or adores a guy. They tend to act good, mod their appearance and stuff.. But the movie was pretty dirty though. Not suitable for below 16. EHEM. The last part show they had sex. OMG.. Everyone in the cinema goes like wahhh and blabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ends, went to eat at macdonalds. Got myself a Mega Mcspicy meal. Then after that tasted Danish Brownies. He's a good cheft I assume. His brownies was so freaking sweet and very munchy.. WEE BRavo bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after that we walked around till SMU and sat down. Then Everyone had to go since its 11 at nite. So all left. Safiee went to his workplace to catch the party held there as it was his boss bdae.. So yeah. Nice day people although &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got bullied BY AFIF!!&lt;/span&gt; :Phahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before raya did alot of work. Vacuum, mopped the floor, clean the windows, finish up the ketupats, and a few more which is nt important to be mentioned. So then slept at 11 and to be continueed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by sis, she told me dad requested me to go and bathe to prepare for Hari Raya prayers. Went mosque at 6.30 and it was already pack. Imagine fish being arranged in a container. It was so crowded and lucky me and dad reached early and secure a seat. So then the prayers started at 8.10am. And ended pretty fast. Of course reached home, the first thing I attacked was, THE FRIDGE!! WATER!! ohhh -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waited for bro and sis to come. But first to come was Tok Ngah. He came then Bro came. SO HEHE HUHU HAHA then they left. So i slept and suddenly sis came. Alamak so late sia. Then went to My Tok Man hse at level 10 then off to Nek Mos Hse. First day raya as usual, the toks toks neks neks hse. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now just reached home from CEMETERY 0_0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouh. I miss someone. For sure I cant tell you people who.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you know who, just keep quiet. Just don't want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her to know. I felt like calling her on first day of raya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but.. Hmm.. Toodles..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-904005451395692107?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/904005451395692107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=904005451395692107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/904005451395692107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/904005451395692107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/ocean-of-memories.html' title='Ocean Of Memories'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2884345906861796444</id><published>2009-09-12T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:35:41.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently at bro house at boon lay. Its freaking fun. Just now at 12midnight was supposed to sleep. But how to sleep when your cliques is with you? You expect laughter, lame jokes.. Its just the three of us and we could make the whole block tear apart. Hmm. Behind bro block there's a playground. Imagine a dark playground. You people might be thinking of something. Prolly ghost. But no!! Hell yeah no.. Couples romancing. OMG like so clear and obvious we can see what the guys did to the girl and vice versa.. Omg. So what I did was, I use flash light to distract them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First couple did not do anything. They just ignored the disturbance made by me.. Then cuzzy and sis joined in. second couple also ignore. So then we saw them leaving the playground so yeah we thought there will be nobody else cause its already 2.38am. So we watch some movies and stuff. I stood up and took a look again, and saw another couple. So i thought it would be a good time to disturb. People say, by the third time always got busted. We really got busted. Ok forget to say. My bro hse is at level two. So every single move is clear and obvious. So then i flashed the light again. U know blinkiing lights? so then the girl saw the light and sat further apart from the guy. And all of sudden, we saw a laser beam pass through the curtain, and my sis face. We was stunned. Totally shocked that they saw us. So we just kept quiet all through out. But then, of course im the type who never gives up. So i did disturb them continuously. HAHA.. So they left.&lt;br /&gt;Effing COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. So didnt sleep the whole night so yeah.. HAHAHAHA..Imagine u saw what they did. Ok it doesnt sounds right but omg, even if u wanna romance, go to a secluded place.. Then do watever u want.. Then bro woke up, he also joined. But too late cause they were about to leave when bro came. WTH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2884345906861796444?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2884345906861796444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2884345906861796444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2884345906861796444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2884345906861796444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-at-bro-house-at-boon-lay.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7977031824257675268</id><published>2009-09-04T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:51:56.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a turndown. I felt that my world darkens when reality's revealed. I felt that with Love, anything can be done. I felt that, the opinion on not putting high hopes is a creative idea. Everytime I met someone new, for sure there is a part of them which can't be removed. You can doubt whatever they may say. But their past was once their hapiness and is not a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt uncertain. I felt unsecure. I felt that I might not withstand the aggression.. Its pretty hard for me to go on and act as if nothing happened. From the first time you approached to me saying Hi, it gaves me an idea that there is a change in you.. Seriously, I started to trust you, treasure you, being protective over you. Describe my feelings thru songs, is the bestest way to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I'm desperate. I'm never one. But then I miss having a partner.. It is where you can pour your feelings out, be particular about every single things you do and having someone to listen or talk to you when you are down or bored. Now like Azmee said, door is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and its locked.&lt;br /&gt;It is happening to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover. I didn't expect that it was something more fearful than I have ever thought of. But I don't care, it the past of yours. It used to be sweet and lovely. But It already happened. Nothing can change.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" You may not know How much a person loves you, but since the door is closed, my hopes are crashing down.."&lt;/span&gt; Another line which I think is important &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" you may hate me all you want. You may want to forget me.. But, you don't need to be my friend, but I'm always a friend to you. Find me if you changed your mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7977031824257675268?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7977031824257675268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7977031824257675268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7977031824257675268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7977031824257675268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-turndown.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3079227444694802150</id><published>2009-09-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:34:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.. Wanna say HAPPY BIRTH DAY TO AFIF AND AFIFAH..&lt;br /&gt;TWINS OF THE UNIQUE.. MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COMES TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOU SUCCEED IN LIFE, MAY YOU LEAD A PROSPEROUS AND&lt;br /&gt;WEALTHY AND HEALTHY LIFE.. MAY YOU TWO PASS YOUR NLEVELS&lt;br /&gt;WITH FLYING COLOUR.. MAY "ALLAH" BE BY YOUR SIDE ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;INSYA ALLAH AMIN.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.. And school is plain boring due to the hothousing D: See ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3079227444694802150?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3079227444694802150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3079227444694802150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3079227444694802150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3079227444694802150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3648996175940795858</id><published>2009-09-02T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:34:39.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sp6N_2zRykI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vScaP_qsBII/s1600-h/black+2008+yamaha+yzf+r6+sportbike+wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376891133308815938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sp6N_2zRykI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vScaP_qsBII/s400/black+2008+yamaha+yzf+r6+sportbike+wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah today was quite fun.. Only that school made it bored. Imagine sitting 1 and half hour for English lesson and Mother Tounge.. Thats what the school called hot housing. Meaning hours and hours of the certain subjects just to focus on our nlevels.. Ouh man.. This is drastic and hectic. Its kind of pathetic when you go back everyday, put down your beg and changed and sleep. For me is I would cry first... The tension is too strong. Seriously in school I hide all my troubles and problems.. Imma good actor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Im weak.. You may see me as a happy and corny chap in school. But deep inside im weak. I already told mum my strength is like 25% left to hold for this coming Nlevel. Its good that they have a month break after these three papers... So at least I could gain back my energy and focus on the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out riding with Rahayu, Matthias, Syahied, Lloyd.. It was pretty fun as I long time did not met Rahayu. Of course she is busy, A poly student and Im here preparing for Nlevels. Meaning, each of us is pretty occupied with studies.. So just now met rahayu, rode together. Of course laughter and jokes made the riding more interesting.. Brought them to a place to grind and stuff then off back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trully today its the first time I got a Chromolly Balls.. Why? I did not even dare to 180 up even a small kerb. AT last I did.. Soon Im gonna bunny up a full kerb. Followed by two kerbs high.. So Rahayu is pretty good in grinds. She's like a pro.. feeble grind like nobodyy business :D Yeah maybe I will install pegs soon too. Its kinda funnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all.. Time for me to doze off.. ANd school have been better.. I managed to change myself. To be quiet and listen more talk less.. But still I got teased in class. By mates.. Its ok, patience is a virtue... So then, Good luck every Nlevel Candidates. Study Hard and do your very best.. It may seems like a thousand miles of journey to reach Nlevel, we are reaching, hence, we must make full use of it. JIAYOU GUYS!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EddyAlcantara :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3648996175940795858?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3648996175940795858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3648996175940795858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3648996175940795858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3648996175940795858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-today-was-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sp6N_2zRykI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vScaP_qsBII/s72-c/black+2008+yamaha+yzf+r6+sportbike+wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2800375791971393809</id><published>2009-08-31T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:45:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpvuCfJI1TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LVMcoq2slIQ/s1600-h/confused-face-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152306683794738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpvuCfJI1TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LVMcoq2slIQ/s400/confused-face-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw the face above? It shows my state. Worry plus confused. Life is getting more mundane. Everyday you come back, sleep for like an hour or two then you start revising again till nite. Then you sleep, early in the morning you wake up and eat, after that fasting.. Then school again.. Yes i guess this is going to be only for a month or two then after that total enjoyment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weekend was quite fun. On saturday I met my cousin and boon lay friends. We studied first. Then after that we went to breakfast at Al Azhar at Bukit Timah.. So then after that I left home. I was actually scared that I might have to return back to Boon Lay and take train from there which is like you return to point A, just to get back to point C while You are at point B. Luckily I remembered there is a bus which sends me home straight to cck. Took the bus abt 10mins and home sweet home. Sunday whole day slept.. Was so tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, get to know someone new, Shikin, or Chicken.. HAHA.. Oklah sumone nice and friendly.. SO yeah thats all for today... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2800375791971393809?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2800375791971393809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2800375791971393809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2800375791971393809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2800375791971393809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/saw-face-above-it-shows-my-state.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpvuCfJI1TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LVMcoq2slIQ/s72-c/confused-face-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-45333694552622538</id><published>2009-08-23T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:41:47.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpFW4_-eKqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iVqBYDzcbtE/s1600-h/defining-it-project-success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373171367675832994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpFW4_-eKqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iVqBYDzcbtE/s400/defining-it-project-success.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The key to success.. See, its been long time since i've updated. Many urged me to update, but life is pretty mundane.. Life is getting more mundane, when the days to N-Level is closing near. You are restricted from doing something you like, you are not allowed to slack and was told to study every single minute. Ouh shit, looked like the brain cells are getting destroyed sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, success means everything. Maybe not, cause if you are successful, you get a good life, but behind the success, there are negative effects. I have a dream to own a good life, good jobs.. Everybody have that dream.. haha.. Watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fasting month have come. Its been two days of fasting.. Im doing well.. Still can do extreme sport while I'm fasting.. So now..  Left with abt 28days.. Then hari raya.. Not gonna celebrate it though.. I needa get prepare for my Nlevel.. So sway uh.. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.. will update again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-45333694552622538?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/45333694552622538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=45333694552622538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/45333694552622538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/45333694552622538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/key-to-success.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SpFW4_-eKqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iVqBYDzcbtE/s72-c/defining-it-project-success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5822456582101972865</id><published>2009-08-11T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:38:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I got many question to ask. But I kept it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I move away from the question. Like what someone said,&lt;br /&gt;don't put high hopes. I dare not to stop even an inches.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to hate me. But whatever it is, only Me that&lt;br /&gt;knows. I will tell nobody. Even if im dying, cause of loving you,&lt;br /&gt;I will keep it low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move, but to a certain point, I slow down and ask again&lt;br /&gt;if its possible to get you. Will you understand me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5822456582101972865?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5822456582101972865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5822456582101972865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5822456582101972865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5822456582101972865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-i-got-many-question-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8559566239491861020</id><published>2009-08-06T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:32:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great one :)</title><content type='html'>Its when a human turns older a years, they felt better.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger and more mature. I felt like in heaven today, in school,&lt;br /&gt;with the flowing message and friends wishing me happy burfdae.&lt;br /&gt;Should List down their name,(not in sequence, might miss names, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hazwani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nadiah Tampines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kabil(thanks for the punch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wan Sufia(thnks for the present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Li Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luqman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syamirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JErome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hidayah NT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HidHID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nazeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Safiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hilmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farishia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zhafarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hykal And Safura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SISTER LURF ( Tini, Liza, Lina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE AND ONLY BRO (Fendy)(thanks for pizza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Budiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fydie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dhamiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syahied(thanks for the treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fir Teck Whye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weihao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MDM ASMIDAH AND MDM KHAMILIA(thanks for the present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can say WHOLE OF 4/2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Many More whom i never mention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, morning, I woke up, I felt very happy. In my dreams, that someone (insertname)accepted me to be her ehem. I went glittery and nearly fainted on the road. Suddenly mum woke me up to go to school. OMG, I LOVE (insertname)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today marks the history, first time, I initially said I LOVE YOU to mum and dad. Dad sent me to school, before I leave the car, I said I love you dad. Usually, dad after he drops me, he will accelerate and go off. But today, after i said i love you and leave, his care never move till i reach the mrt. I was so gonna cry. Cause it was like heaven when I said it. I was shy, yes. But I meant it. AGAIN I LOVE YOU MUM AND DAD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, It was memorable, as i was not bashed, but was dared to climb a 16 story block. I must run up the staircase and come down, 4 times. OMG. Imagine how tired i am. So then, the last round, i was given 3 minutes to chiong up. It was near miss that i was earlier than the dead time. Or else I would be dared another thing, which might be, asking 16 different girls hp number. I love you guys. You know who you are, the one who dared me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riders, Syahied treat me Ananas, thnks. See you again tmr :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 burfdae, is really a wonderful one. Everybody remembered me :) thanks guys.. I LOVE 4/2, I love my cliques, Foodlion riders, and everyone i know! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8559566239491861020?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8559566239491861020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8559566239491861020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8559566239491861020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8559566239491861020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-one.html' title='A great one :)'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2242875924030836450</id><published>2009-08-04T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:08:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sng9MH_MnYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DQQpWM-p3AQ/s1600-h/czek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366106234523786626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sng9MH_MnYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DQQpWM-p3AQ/s400/czek1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey yeos. Alright many things to talk here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother Tounger Paper one was normal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies paper was screwed. Did source base wrongly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slept at 4am last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up and went to school with goldfish eye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chionged home after finish paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slept like nobody business. From 2pm to 6pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up, got to know sis got new phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant get new one cause dad has bought me a 2k bicycle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I called off religious class, my teacher came back late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went out to ride. At first was only 3 people, at last 20plus rider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played the game  H.O.R.S.E with weiloon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayu came down(happy :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride, and saw many cool tricks by weiloon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that I came home, dad was already home 0_0 Shit.. haha..Ok rahayu, get well soon ok. dont ride too hard and dont break some parts of ur body. remember, safety first. See u after nlevel then. I got grounded but get to escape sometimes :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you are not happy with me in a certain way. I would like to know whats the reason. Share with me wont you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms E.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, i suspected you are mad with me. I guess due to the reason of smsing you. Whatever it is, I smsed as a friend, not more than that. But in future, who might know. Feelings cant be avoided. Its pretty Insane and weird if a human doesnt have feelings towards the opposite sex. I hope you wont avoid me. If can, give me a chance to be with you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2242875924030836450?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2242875924030836450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2242875924030836450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2242875924030836450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2242875924030836450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-yeos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sng9MH_MnYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DQQpWM-p3AQ/s72-c/czek1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8257950924109944476</id><published>2009-08-01T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:46:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Long time since I last logged in blogger. I was more of bored than&lt;br /&gt;being entertained. Yesterday was a jolly well satisfactory and fun...&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied cause I managed to control myself on not riding for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, after Aep, Zul and me went to Danish house to slack. Safiee,&lt;br /&gt;Afif and Hilmi was playing guitar hero. More worst when we played&lt;br /&gt;Taiti?(I dunno how its spelled). I kept losing. Imma beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we logged in to Danish comp and went to Tagged.com. So blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;I left home first as my mind wasn't in a good state. Its been a week&lt;br /&gt;since I go to Gym. Reached home, slept and then studied til late nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I woke up 9. Dad told me to wake up at 8 cause he&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go Car Workshop to get the car fixed. But in the end he&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping till 10. So then I bathed first, and he woke up, and called&lt;br /&gt;me.. He smiled and rushed and at 11 went out. Got the car fixed.&lt;br /&gt;AND OH!! I SAW A LAMBORGHINI MURCIELAGO LP720.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Autobacs at Bukit Batok. Dad was looking for tires..&lt;br /&gt;He was fickle minded and didn't know which to choose. But I suggested&lt;br /&gt;him a good tire but expensive.. He agreed cause it got free service&lt;br /&gt;and stuff, and its a racing tire.. Reached home at 5 and its my turn&lt;br /&gt;to get my bike fixed.By 6 its fixed. And I went to test it.. NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked.. And now here I am... Thats all flicks..&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been wondering, why we have feelings for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;when we know we cant get them. To see you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;made me smile.. But If can, I never want to treat you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;as my friend only, Can it be more than that?? My friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;also have the same feelings as me, but looks like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;female he like starts to reply to him after sometime. When is my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;turn then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8257950924109944476?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8257950924109944476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8257950924109944476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8257950924109944476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8257950924109944476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4912693700529198271</id><published>2009-07-24T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:12:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Something is happening to her. I trust you ok. How else can I show&lt;br /&gt;that I believe you? I believe you. What else do you want me to show you&lt;br /&gt;on how I believe you.. I trust you.. I want to know you better. Im waiting for&lt;br /&gt;you ok.. Trust me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok problems here. Recently trouble with someone. Alah, act only lah that&lt;br /&gt;girl. Want act 'ah siow'. I really dont want find trouble with you. Not my type&lt;br /&gt;to fight. Imma slow and steady person. You cannot talk, then your problem.&lt;br /&gt;My type, I want to know what happened, and maybe I could help. But once I said&lt;br /&gt;your style, you really cant take it. Claimed sumore that I spout vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah twinny. I dont care.. There are many better ones outside..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been draggy, I was suddenly worried and restless. I couldnt stuck&lt;br /&gt;the Maths formulas into my head. I only can remember the circles, triangles,&lt;br /&gt;polygon and many more formulas.. But I cant remember the statics maths formula.&lt;br /&gt;But for real, Im going to pass my NLEVEL. No matter what, I will do the best out&lt;br /&gt;of me and go for the moon, not the sun.. Like Olivia said,&lt;br /&gt;"strive high but not too high". You want to know why? Cause if you strive too&lt;br /&gt;high, your head might hit the ceiling and then you will fall to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, Im still chilling while exams are days away. And here I am, with my bike,&lt;br /&gt;and only partially of the time I will study. I will start studying TMR! I ENSURE I&lt;br /&gt;WILL PASS MY PRELIMS AND NLEVEL!!! WEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that someone : You sucks!! Cause you thought I fall for you, while I dont.&lt;br /&gt;I got Someone better.  Not MS D of course! Ms D is my switheart!! HEHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4912693700529198271?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4912693700529198271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4912693700529198271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4912693700529198271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4912693700529198271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-819515933343252531</id><published>2009-07-18T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:38:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O_O.. Two Bmx competition is coming up..&lt;br /&gt;I want go and watch how this pro's ride.&lt;br /&gt;I hope can get some good advice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-819515933343252531?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/819515933343252531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=819515933343252531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/819515933343252531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/819515933343252531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/07/oo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2739171866574164976</id><published>2009-07-17T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:22:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched something at Youtube. It made me wanna burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I felt this way is I never got to feel it. I never had any of&lt;br /&gt;the chance to have one. I tried confessing but none seems to be a&lt;br /&gt;successful ones. Its by natural, a male chase a female.. But it seems to&lt;br /&gt;be haywire, when the male, was pushed away... Meaning, rejected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I expressed this out, some feelings is inevitable. Can't be&lt;br /&gt;avoided. What I'm trying to say is... What would you feel/do when the&lt;br /&gt;person you like, you see them everyday? I got this quote from a webpage&lt;br /&gt;" I might be a person in the world, But to someone, I can become their world "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to fall into a situation whereby I will think back to myself, is my&lt;br /&gt;attitude right? Does making noise in class is a matter of entertaining or&lt;br /&gt;irritate? I always want to change, being silent, talk lesser, keep myself to&lt;br /&gt;a low profile mode.. I want to be a relaxed, sooth guy. But I just need people&lt;br /&gt;point of view about me. Tell me my problems. Tell me my attitude. I want&lt;br /&gt;to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ms D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know your feelings, but I can't forget something. Not to say that someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I see someone. I tried hard enough, but her smile captures my eyes more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;than you does.. You talk lesser to me now. You are trying to go away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Purpose here is to know you better and maybe, get out of the trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope ya understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ms E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, I know pretty well you are somekind of concentrating, But then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't avoid this feelings. I feel awkward.. To see you, see your smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? Cause after you vented your reasons to me, I feel I lost Hopes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I Guess, Its a hard impact I owned, more worst than my bike falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2739171866574164976?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2739171866574164976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2739171866574164976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2739171866574164976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2739171866574164976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-watched-something-at-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7382114836972018129</id><published>2009-07-06T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:33:45.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, today might be the last day Im going to&lt;br /&gt;REALLY RIDE! Cause I want to start focusing on&lt;br /&gt;my Exams. Its not too late.. Better think of my&lt;br /&gt;future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worry the whole day waiting for her reply.&lt;br /&gt;At last she does reply.. hehe. sorry lah, im concern abt my twin...&lt;br /&gt;Im happy she is safe and sound. I hope i get to&lt;br /&gt;go out with you one day.. Hope saturday can meet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disini aku masih sendiri, merenungi hari2 sepi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masih Tanpa YOU! Masih Tanpa YOU! Bila esok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari datang lagi, Ku coba untuk hadapi semua ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;masih tanpa you. masih tanpa you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7382114836972018129?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7382114836972018129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7382114836972018129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7382114836972018129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7382114836972018129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-today-might-be-last-day-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-506746713221402474</id><published>2009-07-02T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:19:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im really happy. My bestfriend, aby and pineapple are now back together&lt;br /&gt;as friends again. How I wish world is always peaceful... Its like a months nearing&lt;br /&gt;to two, they was in a bad state. Now, talking state.. yeah.. At least, my mission&lt;br /&gt;success, in making them come back together as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES IN LV4/2! TREAT EVERYONE LIKE YOUR BRO AND SIS.!!&lt;br /&gt;Races doesnt count and even age doesnt.. So yeah. Im really glad,&lt;br /&gt;pineapple decided to forget everything after so long of asking her to&lt;br /&gt;forget it. Yeah, now no more red eye and red head in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets we all walk through the road together.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!! HEHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-506746713221402474?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/506746713221402474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=506746713221402474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/506746713221402474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/506746713221402474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-197556932216274814</id><published>2009-06-28T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:51:00.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, changed skin. Its a boring and simple ones. come on.. what do&lt;br /&gt;you expect from a guy like me.. prefer simple and nice ones. so that&lt;br /&gt;is simple but nt that nice. WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. tmr skewl starts, and michael jackson is dead. memories..&lt;br /&gt;tc guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-197556932216274814?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/197556932216274814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=197556932216274814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/197556932216274814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/197556932216274814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-changed-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1602176062557957093</id><published>2009-06-24T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:55:19.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SkHo0rz2nUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KIqfuTCK_jU/s1600-h/DSC_9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350813824103914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SkHo0rz2nUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KIqfuTCK_jU/s400/DSC_9456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ride my pain away. I Just turned away and leave everything behind. :P I like that pic.&lt;br /&gt;Looks cool! haha. Had family chalet on sunday, overall was fun. Did alot of eating but still&lt;br /&gt;I'm skinny.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday had Hot Housing.. Not interesting tho.. But its benificial. I get to&lt;br /&gt;understand things I dont understand. Met my classmates.. Still the same.. But then my&lt;br /&gt;bros didnt came. So I'm a loner. Lucky got Kabil And Syifa. Irritating sia Syifa, disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;I disturb you Afifi then you know! /HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1602176062557957093?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1602176062557957093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1602176062557957093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1602176062557957093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1602176062557957093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-ride-my-pain-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SkHo0rz2nUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KIqfuTCK_jU/s72-c/DSC_9456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1135228812805336008</id><published>2009-06-20T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:28:24.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. After long time no blog, I'm back blogging. Today went out with Dzulfikar.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bedok Silat Federation. Why? That Pineapple or ONEAY have competition.&lt;br /&gt;She asked we two go and see her match. She told us the event starts at 11, So me and&lt;br /&gt;Dzul went and&lt;br /&gt;reached there exactly 11. Me and Dzul waited like half an hour, why the hell Persisi&lt;br /&gt;isn't open yet. I went to ask since I go there everytime. And this particular person said&lt;br /&gt;it will be starting at 1. Alamak Wani, give us wrong timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah while waiting, we watched the Sepak Takraw match going in Perses. So we&lt;br /&gt;went in and watch a few matches and the clocks just started to click 12noon. Wah&lt;br /&gt;1 more hour to go. So me and Dzul went to blocks nearby and slacked since it was&lt;br /&gt;so hot. So yeah we sat down and chit chatted since its been a long time me and Dzul&lt;br /&gt;didnt meet. So suddenly while talking, Pineapple call zul, asking we all to come..&lt;br /&gt;Then went there and saw her. HAHA. TUDUNG SEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid 5bucks and went in. We waited like 1 hour and half for the whole thing to start.&lt;br /&gt;Then it started, but then Dzul suddenly claimed he need to go by 3.30 since he's working.&lt;br /&gt;Our main purpose was to see Pineapple performance. So we was about to leave as it was&lt;br /&gt;3.45, suddenly Wani name was called. So me and Dzul laughed out for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited and then recorded Pineapple Silat Performance. If any Malay Languange&lt;br /&gt;students didnt know why FYDIE flew off when Wani kicked her a few months back,&lt;br /&gt;it was because Wani is aggressive. Dzul and me was stunned to see how rough and aggressive&lt;br /&gt;Wani performed. AHAHAHA. I wanted to upload the video, but my USB spoil, so yeah, next&lt;br /&gt;time ok. Overall I have fun there althought with Dzul only. With the performance by&lt;br /&gt;many contigent, its interesting to know silat life :) Overall, 5bucks was worth it. Good luck girl:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw back home, someone called me MATREP??!! WTF!! I just walked off cause Im not&lt;br /&gt;MAT REP also. haha. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't forget whole thing if this goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But whatever it is. Im strong and agile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This Eddy.. I Know myself better :) From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now on, If I have crush, I will keep to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1135228812805336008?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1135228812805336008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1135228812805336008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1135228812805336008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1135228812805336008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1697459854720655394</id><published>2009-06-14T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:26:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Never Gonna Leave Your Side"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a song without the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man without a soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bird without its wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heart without a home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a knight without a sword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky without the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos you are the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a ship beneath the waves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child who's lost its way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A door without a key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A face without a name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a breath without the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day's the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since you've gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I miss you everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still holding on girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me that a man can lose his mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living in the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recalling times gone by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And crying in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I've wasted half the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm on my knees again'till you come to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to be the one that put a smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I miss you everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still holding on girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lay my head against your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm never gonna leave your side again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still holding on girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Daniel Bedingfield.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syifa I guess this is a good song for you. Don't&lt;br /&gt;emo too much. Move on slowly alright :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Currently bored. That lyrics and the song&lt;br /&gt;at my blog sums it up all about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've moved on.. But still I feel like the child&lt;br /&gt;who lost its way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1697459854720655394?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1697459854720655394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1697459854720655394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1697459854720655394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1697459854720655394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-gonna-leave-your-side-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4998600321328393265</id><published>2009-06-12T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:00:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SjIIold946I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qdQak93mrWI/s1600-h/flatland+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345200987792290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SjIIold946I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qdQak93mrWI/s400/flatland+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw the picture above? It shows that my world is now in haywire. Why? I feel that&lt;br /&gt;my life isn't stable at all.. Now might be this, later might be that. I don't know what I&lt;br /&gt;wished. I don't get my correct love or &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. But then.. It might be a reason to me&lt;br /&gt;to study hard and achieve good grades. When I get good grades, I proceed. Then&lt;br /&gt;have a good life then can have girlfriend and take good care of her. But who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. OK, yesterday went JB. I bought some nice design tshirt. And thought of getting&lt;br /&gt;belt, but didn't find any nice one. So then from 3pm to 9pm, me and dad walked around&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Pandan. Then dad went to get some durian. HAHA. Come on, Its one ringgit per&lt;br /&gt;durian. Dad bought 15 of them. HAHA! The smell was tempting, some might not like&lt;br /&gt;durian cause they said its smelly. Alamak you people, your nose spoil ah.. So then&lt;br /&gt;after that bought some foods and stuff. Continued walking again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some tshirts and after that had dinner and went off. Reached home, straight&lt;br /&gt;away slept :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never make me better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stone hearted. I don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish to be in love anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither to have crush. Its&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pain. My heart chamber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nearly burst out.. But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to do??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4998600321328393265?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4998600321328393265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4998600321328393265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4998600321328393265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4998600321328393265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/saw-picture-above-it-shows-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SjIIold946I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qdQak93mrWI/s72-c/flatland+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7460753943911631374</id><published>2009-06-10T07:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:15:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was awaken by a terrible nightmare. A nightmare that changes "her" life and everyone else life. I left world without reason. Without final saying. Without any message. It made her regret. Making everybody miss me. Making a miserable life for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its only a nightmare.. I don't wish to see it comes true.. Dangerous though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7460753943911631374?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7460753943911631374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7460753943911631374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7460753943911631374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7460753943911631374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-awaken-by-terrible-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-864685955576134458</id><published>2009-06-08T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:06:06.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the f? I said I'm moving on means I'm moving on. Now I'm blamed for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Shit man. What is happening sia? You can say to me straight what. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what thing went wrong. I don't know why I fell for you in the first.&lt;br /&gt;It will always end up this way. Ok, You read this, I say one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you. I only treat you as a friend. Im partially at fault for smsing u.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now since u dont want me to sms you, then i dont.. I will disappear when there&lt;br /&gt;is nomore lesson. I will not blog unless I have something interesting. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;People say hiatus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care readers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-864685955576134458?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/864685955576134458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=864685955576134458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/864685955576134458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/864685955576134458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-f-i-said-im-moving-on-means-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6347113140184833609</id><published>2009-06-07T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:29:01.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SiqXjCkRoVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hT-nwDUNYqo/s1600-h/Sepak_Takraw_-_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344250536068751698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SiqXjCkRoVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hT-nwDUNYqo/s400/Sepak_Takraw_-_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't expect my team, Keat Hong CSC would have come this far, and played so well to go into the second round. The picture above is not me, but that is my role when playing Sepak Takraw. To serve and achieve points for the team in order to win. Today was crazy and it drained my energy all way out. Today match was held at Bedok Perses. Beside Silat Federation. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting of with the beregu, we lost. Second regu was mine, but I got angry when I was substitued out while I'm leading. Reason was, I was scared that the last regu (group) couldn't win. So then, I got fed up and didn't want to support the team. But as the games goes on, third regu was gaining points and playing well, leading to a win for the whole team. Coach came to me and apologise about the substitution. He was anxious to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, with the advice I got from Rahayu (rider), JErome (rider) and my parents, I played takraw and I feel that its not a wrong move to re enter the team. Im happy and excited to see us winning our matches. 200bucks coming!! haha.. Yeah. So thats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I left my feelings aside, just for you. You told me to. But&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this for real, Still does have the feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to pursue it further.. If you return,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6347113140184833609?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6347113140184833609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6347113140184833609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6347113140184833609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6347113140184833609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-expect-my-team-keat-hong-csc.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SiqXjCkRoVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hT-nwDUNYqo/s72-c/Sepak_Takraw_-_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-9203718432698420836</id><published>2009-06-06T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:43:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I already made a choice. To move on and treat you better as friend.&lt;br /&gt;It was either to be disappointed or avoid it. True what you said,&lt;br /&gt;rather than you want me to have false hope, its better I move on&lt;br /&gt;and treat you as a friend. You felt wrong when you have somebody&lt;br /&gt;in mind when other person likes you. Ok. I'll be there for you as a&lt;br /&gt;friend. Nomore waiting or having crush towards you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that this thing, would make me worry, sad or watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;But to be happy is better. At least I do still have you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Better, rather than you avoid me, which makes me feel like a total idiot. D:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Oklah, If you are reading this, I want you to also know that I will&lt;br /&gt;treat you as a normal friend. I have put the feelings aside. This is not&lt;br /&gt;the correct time yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me, if you need me ok :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-9203718432698420836?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/9203718432698420836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=9203718432698420836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/9203718432698420836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/9203718432698420836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-already-made-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5308547708641313964</id><published>2009-06-05T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:31:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yakinkah ku berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Di hampa tanpa tepi&lt;br /&gt;Bolehkah aku&lt;br /&gt;MendengarMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkubur dalam emosi&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa bisa bersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan nafasku&lt;br /&gt;MerindukanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terpuruk ku di sini&lt;br /&gt;Teraniaya sepi&lt;br /&gt;Dan ku tahu pasti&lt;br /&gt;Kau menemani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Kesendirianku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat ku teringat&lt;br /&gt;Pada janjiMu ku terikat&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sekejap ku berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Kulakukan sepenuh hati&lt;br /&gt;Peduli ku peduli&lt;br /&gt;Siang dan malam yang berganti&lt;br /&gt;Sedihku ini tak ada arti&lt;br /&gt;Jika Kaulah sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;Sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inikah yang Kau mau&lt;br /&gt;Benarkah ini jalanMu&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah Engkau yang ku tuju&lt;br /&gt;Pegang erat tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Bimbing langkah kakiku&lt;br /&gt;Aku hilang arah&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam gelapnya&lt;br /&gt;Malam hariku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Title : Sandaran Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist : Letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lost in a state of disappointment. But never the end.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my sadness has no meaning, if you are my love. But&lt;br /&gt;then, lets follow the route. In future, might return, or might&lt;br /&gt;find a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the same Muhammad Eddy Shaiful.&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here, at the corner of street and if you&lt;br /&gt;changes your mind, You need me, come and look for&lt;br /&gt;me. I will still be here.. Jaiho! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5308547708641313964?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5308547708641313964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5308547708641313964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5308547708641313964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5308547708641313964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/yakinkah-ku-berdiri-di-hampa-tanpa-tepi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3132186766691415592</id><published>2009-06-05T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:44:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SihbxbMs6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TFaUyXxGNFw/s1600-h/suzuk+gsxr+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343621862547843378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SihbxbMs6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TFaUyXxGNFw/s400/suzuk+gsxr+600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eventhough I'm moving on, its hard to remove the marks off. The pain is still there. Yes there is still love and care. But in order to see you happy, I have to respect your decision. But then, If u change your mind, find me on the corner of the street, im not moving.. Im moving on, but not moving anywhere, meaning im moving on, but will still be here.. Just all the best for you girl friend :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3132186766691415592?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3132186766691415592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3132186766691415592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3132186766691415592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3132186766691415592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/eventhough-im-moving-on-its-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SihbxbMs6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TFaUyXxGNFw/s72-c/suzuk+gsxr+600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-4498903190325911978</id><published>2009-06-04T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:48:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SietWvOAAgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SNQeEB_icMw/s1600-h/R6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343430089042297346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SietWvOAAgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SNQeEB_icMw/s400/R6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm. Currently sick. Migrain and headache. Not well.. I came back from school and took a good&lt;br /&gt;rest. But the headache is still here. Not thinking of something. IM OVER IT! Its just that I'm not having enough rest. I didnt think of it anymore. The picture above is my target in 7 years or less. I want to achieve it. Which means, I must get to serious work of revision. Must go Sec 5 and get in to polytechnic. Then, the life game starts.. GEtting a license, start to travel around. Cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that think of girls. Better after that. If no girl, then we go travel around world.. :D thats all guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-4498903190325911978?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/4498903190325911978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=4498903190325911978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4498903190325911978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/4498903190325911978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SietWvOAAgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SNQeEB_icMw/s72-c/R6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-673236240924759768</id><published>2009-06-03T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:51:21.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES AH! I KNOW WHO IS THAT PASSERBY!! COME ON!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. YOU CANNOT RUN AWAY FROM REALITY.. I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS GOING ON. I KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE AH..&lt;br /&gt;2 + 2 = 4 PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SEEMS DANGEROUS. EVEN THE CLOSEST ONE YOU CANT&lt;br /&gt;TRUST THAT MUCH.. I WANT TO SEE WHAT HONESTY MEANS&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU.. PASSERBY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-673236240924759768?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/673236240924759768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=673236240924759768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/673236240924759768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/673236240924759768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-ah-i-know-who-is-that-passerby-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3299138971237608020</id><published>2009-05-26T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:04:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShwAaVO1TaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lPNZHqRQX6A/s1600-h/pete-footjam-whip-flem-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143710530522530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShwAaVO1TaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lPNZHqRQX6A/s400/pete-footjam-whip-flem-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw that picture? The trick is called footjam tailwhip. Yeah. Im learning that. Cool aint it? I didn't expect of that trick. Today after Religious class, I called up Syah to ride with me. So then at 8.30 met at AJ Mart. Reached AJ, Syah wasn't there. And called him up he said he is waiting for the lift. Suddenly, Not only Syah came, Nas and Fatul came. They said its all coincidence. All came at same timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then rode off to Ayu's block and ride at her void deck. That was when I played around with my footjam tailwhip. Inside my mind I was saying I want to hang my leg on air or else I won't achieve success. Then first try I put my left leg down on the floor. The second try was interesting. I kick the bike then my left leg nearly touched the ground but then it hang.. I was smiling and the rest didnt see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did again and the rest saw. I was so happy and it like an achievement eventhough I havent land it properly. I own two bruises and blueback on my left Shin and its bulging out. AND OH YAH! I saw RAHAYU today. Didnt expect to meet her after a long time. And she is like so sweet with her dress and stuff. Oh god.. HAHA! My gf(fake only)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr Training Back To Original Place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShwAUhmqVvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5RjWQB8R41U/s1600-h/pete-footjam-whip-flem-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3299138971237608020?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3299138971237608020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3299138971237608020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3299138971237608020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3299138971237608020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/saw-that-picture-trick-is-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShwAaVO1TaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lPNZHqRQX6A/s72-c/pete-footjam-whip-flem-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2016060740608111835</id><published>2009-05-26T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:39:19.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShrHH3-2j3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eLg5K1TDaS8/s1600-h/Traitor+Pictures510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339799246301728626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShrHH3-2j3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eLg5K1TDaS8/s400/Traitor+Pictures510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My third ICG match will be on 2nd June. It's going to be a tough one as I heard Pioneer CSC is last year 3rd placing. I wasn't worried at all. But as the days come nearer, its getting more scary. And imagine that you are a rival of a Secret Society. This is what I'm feeling. Like you are going to challenge with a big boss which you don't know the way they play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevermind. With the trainings we had, we can do it. Only god knows everything. So then, I didn't know why last time I decided to quit takraw when its nearing to tournament. Something inside me tells me that I should go back to the team and fight. To my amazement, I came back and we already won two games. Its scary you see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your mind can be one thing now. The next moment your mind changes. Thats me, I'm fickle minded. Yes. Even when come to girls, I'm very fickle minded. Not to say I'm very fussy, just that my attitude brought me up this way. To be fussy meaning that we know what we want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then currently I can't sleep. But who cares, no school tomorrow also. Go Discovery Centre Only. So then, today played rugby contact for first time. Oh gosh my left leg pain. I rampage with Shodiqin and pinned him down to the ground. Then at 2.30 went home. Reached home, I was too tired that I changed and straight to bed. Woke up then bathe. WTH!. But I can't stand the tired. It was hell in a cell pain plus tired. Seriously, I don't understand whats with me nowadays. I'm more to restless than normal status.Haiz.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something might be bothering.How I wish I could have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2016060740608111835?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2016060740608111835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2016060740608111835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2016060740608111835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2016060740608111835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-third-icg-match-will-be-on-2nd-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/ShrHH3-2j3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/eLg5K1TDaS8/s72-c/Traitor+Pictures510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-483598937053626869</id><published>2009-05-23T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:55:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today nothing much happened. I woke up at 9am. Did some&lt;br /&gt;house work and then at 12 I went back to sleep till 1pm. Then&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and lay around my bed.. It was fu*king boring ok.&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided to go for a short riding as at 5pm I have to&lt;br /&gt;be out for a Takraw friendly match with Redhill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3.15 I got changed and went out to ride. Friends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;decided to go and have *late lunch, early dinner* at Kopitiam&lt;br /&gt;at Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there saw Bobo(takraw coach). Then after eating and all&lt;br /&gt;I went off, and Bobo asked me where I'm going. Of course back&lt;br /&gt;home and change for the match. Bobo then replied it was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;as Redhill face some problems with it players. I was 1% mad only&lt;br /&gt;cause I wasn't informed about the change of plan. 99% was happy&lt;br /&gt;cause I can ride till night.. I called up captain and he confirmed it&lt;br /&gt;was cancelled. I then ride off and told my friends I can enjoy today&lt;br /&gt;riding as it was cancelled. They also smiled and we went of riding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, to confirm and assure the answer is important. Change of&lt;br /&gt;plan is a plan B(considered) as many things could happen in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;So then I went riding and to my amaze, landed some dumb tricks&lt;br /&gt;and I hit my hand on a wall at Lamsoon. I 180 down the mini slope and&lt;br /&gt;was about to pull off when I'm already too close to the wall and left&lt;br /&gt;elbow hit the wall.. OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8, went home. Now currently relaxing my mind.. Sure thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-483598937053626869?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/483598937053626869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=483598937053626869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/483598937053626869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/483598937053626869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-nothing-much-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6938105306680272141</id><published>2009-05-22T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:22:58.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><title type='text'>Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.</title><content type='html'>Drowning in pool of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing myself apart, separating&lt;br /&gt;body and soul. I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;screaming out my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder strikes the skies,&lt;br /&gt;creating huge amount of voltage.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if the voltage strikes me,&lt;br /&gt;making me unsustainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the feelings,&lt;br /&gt;naturally it grew. Mates been teasing&lt;br /&gt;me about you.. But I'm able to resist.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget those feelings, made&lt;br /&gt;me fall sick and break down. I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to fall sick because of forgetting you. Let you be&lt;br /&gt;my sunshine than dark clouds. Hence, I just&lt;br /&gt;let the feelings keep on flowing.. But then,&lt;br /&gt;dreams of you never go away.. Im locking&lt;br /&gt;you in my heart, in a special chamber of the&lt;br /&gt;heart where it is muscular and tough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your smile makes my day. Seeing&lt;br /&gt;you sad made me furious. I know problems&lt;br /&gt;have been surrounding you, here I am trying&lt;br /&gt;to help you, cheering you up, showing I care.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I feel that you don't really see&lt;br /&gt;my intention towards you. Getting to know&lt;br /&gt;you have a crush. Made me feel that I should&lt;br /&gt;leave. I don't know what else I can do in love,&lt;br /&gt;as I kept failing.. So yeah.. Continue or&lt;br /&gt;back off?? Or to wait and follow??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6938105306680272141?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6938105306680272141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6938105306680272141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6938105306680272141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6938105306680272141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bintang-terlihat-terang-saat-dirimu_22.html' title='Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6154628639307354349</id><published>2009-05-18T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:20:25.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Someone :&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not in good state with your buddies. I know you feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I kept asking how are you over and over again. I guess my way&lt;br /&gt;of showing care is wrong, but truly, I care for you. I always pray that you are&lt;br /&gt;protected and brought far away from danger. I don't know what else to do but&lt;br /&gt;I hope, no fights happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some results we got back, I want to run away from Singapore. I just&lt;br /&gt;can't take it anymore. I did not expect whole class failed maths. GONE CASE!&lt;br /&gt;ITE is the only choice if I don't make it. But I know I still got time. I can make&lt;br /&gt;it. So far POA cleared, History Cleared, Bio cleared. LEft a few more to go. Hope&lt;br /&gt;for the best for the rest of the papers. Chalos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6154628639307354349?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6154628639307354349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6154628639307354349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6154628639307354349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6154628639307354349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-someone-i-know-you-are-not-in-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5608605630869002789</id><published>2009-05-17T07:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:56:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder why I blog early in the morning?? Cause I faced Insomnia just now. I couldn't sleep. And everyone except me was sleeping so well. And I just can't sleep, keep switching sleeping places, turn here and there trying to find my sleeping spot. I bet, I'm thinking of something that caused me to have INSOMNIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1am and wake up at 3am. WTF is that? I just waited till 5.40, Azan Subuh katekan. Then after Azan, I went to toilet and bathe then did prayers. Now stuck here, can't sleep while the rest are still sleeping. Even Sister is snorring. WTH! Damn, I want to sleep but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something, after I said I'm over the crush, I feel more uneasy and unrelaxed. I will think more and blablabla. I wonder why you ______(insert name). Its like out of many girls, you are my eye candy. Like hey, crush does happen, but this time its the most weird out of all&lt;br /&gt;crush I had before. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, went to NIGHT SAFARI with Bro, Sis In Law, Sister And Hykal And Erina Shireen. Of course it was interesting. Futhermore when Eddy meets Hykal. Then after we entered the gate, we started to go into the 'jungle'?? Haha, this Auntie I guess, got tricked by me.&lt;br /&gt;At night safari where got chicken, of course its me lah who do that stoopid sound. The auntie goes like, "eh got chicken ah here? Where ah?".. HAHA, nice one auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the we roamed around and saw a few animal, Tiger and OWL. Damn I tell you, the Owl looked more scarier than a monster. The eyes is red and it looks like a furball?? Its damn huge. Otherwise the tiger was something scary. The palm is two times the size of my foot which is size 12(my foot). Imagine that?? T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to eat at Teh Tarik at Marsiling then headed home. Afterall, Oklah...&lt;br /&gt;Later my peeps going to ECP Skatepark. I dunno if i should follow but its like waste of time cause, I'm still a beginner at skatepark and yet I go so far but played only a little? Nevermind lets go to B3 instead of ECP Skatepark. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with you when we started to be close friends.&lt;br /&gt;But then, it ended awkward as you didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I called it off. But then, now I'm feeling awkward cause&lt;br /&gt;I have to readjust my ownself. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5608605630869002789?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5608605630869002789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5608605630869002789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5608605630869002789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5608605630869002789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-why-i-blog-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-8232622761494921712</id><published>2009-05-15T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:11:28.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to gym with Hilmi, Afif and Safiee.&lt;br /&gt;I was late. I woke up at 9.30.I ate macdonald&lt;br /&gt;which was delivered by sis. Got BIG BREAKFAST!&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was late like 5mins. Cause the time is already&lt;br /&gt;10 and i havent yet bathe. So quickly rushed and&lt;br /&gt;out. Reached there, it was packed. So we quickly&lt;br /&gt;changed and did some workouts. Body is now&lt;br /&gt;aching. I carried alot of weights-barbell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of chiobu also inside and we was about to&lt;br /&gt;leave suddenly we saw yanru, mildred and becky.&lt;br /&gt;So girls does go gym. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm over the crush on you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind we go together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-8232622761494921712?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/8232622761494921712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=8232622761494921712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8232622761494921712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/8232622761494921712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-went-to-gym-with-hilmi-afif-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1744709378575690504</id><published>2009-05-14T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:51:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah today is fun, i landed my tailtap at b3 skatepark and my 180 out. Now&lt;br /&gt;im trying to take air, and be brave to play more than just 180 out and tail tapping.&lt;br /&gt;Exams done today, i somehow want and dowant to get my results.&lt;br /&gt;50-50 expression. Cause some might suck, some might be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Today last paper end at 9.32. After that ate at KFC with afif, safiee, hilmi, nazeem,&lt;br /&gt;kabil and zul. seriously we cracked joke. Kabil was eating this promotion&lt;br /&gt;which have waffles and to taste nice, drop some honey to the waffles.&lt;br /&gt;The honey was weird, we dont noe how to make it come out, and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;the uncle beside me showed us how to take out the honey. U imagine how&lt;br /&gt;paisey, an old uncle teaching a secondary student how to eat?? OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, ate again. Then went out to ride. AFter that met MAX at&lt;br /&gt;lamsoon and then headed off to B3. We reached there at abt 12.30. We was&lt;br /&gt;shocked seeing nobody there. So then we started playing. Max dont have&lt;br /&gt;any experience on park so he just dropped in and air out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me i tried 180 out and tailtap. I nearly gave up and at 1.30 i told him&lt;br /&gt;i want go back Lamsoon to play street. Suddenly matthias called that his&lt;br /&gt;coming. Waiting for him to come, me and max went somewhere to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly our bike nearly got stolen by a mental disabled ite kid. He wanted&lt;br /&gt;to ride my bike off without any permission. So i grabbed my bike then cycle&lt;br /&gt;off. MAx and NAS came, and my skills was different. I got the feeling to&lt;br /&gt;tailtap and feel like landing it. A few hours later at abt 4, nic and lex came with&lt;br /&gt;a new rider. Suddenly, i went down the ramp, up and did the tailtap, and went down&lt;br /&gt;back.I was so happy that i tried again, but failed. Tried and land, and land constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Was happy that i tried 180 out, and by just a try i land and pull off. WEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn happy. Now addicted to skatepark! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that I'm abit like a loser, fail in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime, and when i got a crush and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that person know, she will distance herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from me. I feel sad... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1744709378575690504?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1744709378575690504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1744709378575690504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1744709378575690504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1744709378575690504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-today-is-fun-i-landed-my-tailtap.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5442920390111332263</id><published>2009-05-13T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:20:41.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><title type='text'>Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.</title><content type='html'>Heylo people... YEsterday had tournament with Pasir Ris West. It was kinda scary. When&lt;br /&gt;we saw those player, we was like hmm "these are pro players". Meaning that we might&lt;br /&gt;be terminated. So the first regu played, we won. Second regu was my regu. The players seriously&lt;br /&gt;looked scary. I was like abit nervous to play. But then I just give my bloody best, furthermore&lt;br /&gt;I saw dad, he came and supported me. So i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;I did alot of tricking to their players. I dropped ball, power ball, curl ball.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny to see they play with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came back and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last paper&lt;br /&gt;and i will be free from hell in a cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To wani, sumhow kau macam pineapple sikit ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHA! jkjk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5442920390111332263?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5442920390111332263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5442920390111332263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5442920390111332263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5442920390111332263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bintang-terlihat-terang-saat-dirimu_13.html' title='Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1039006625069355210</id><published>2009-05-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:08:55.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><title type='text'>Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SghL0RHn2sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q5pde-X3ZYY/s1600-h/180(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334597119941008066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SghL0RHn2sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q5pde-X3ZYY/s400/180(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not fair to you. Its like I'm blaming you cause I have problem with friends. I don't know why but the crush towards you is still here. Everytime I hear this song Jai Ho by PussyCatdolls, it will remind me of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, I will have to meet you everyday, see you from monday to friday. Except for Saturday and Sunday. It was my first time I saw you with cosmetics applied and you just look gorgeous when I was having study group with my mates. Eventhough that day we heard some bad news, you looked cute with your stunned face, shocked face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to send you till your place, but since I have training, it would be just fine if I send you till MRT. I don't know what is happening around me already. Its as if im surrounded by problems. I have a feel, that my feelings, will stay true.. hmm... YES I CARE FOR YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1039006625069355210?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1039006625069355210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1039006625069355210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1039006625069355210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1039006625069355210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bintang-terlihat-terang-saat-dirimu_12.html' title='Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SghL0RHn2sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q5pde-X3ZYY/s72-c/180(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-684826144952930303</id><published>2009-05-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:34:26.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relatively I removed the previous post as it sounds not right.&lt;br /&gt;On sunday 10may had match with Yew Tee Csc. It was a tough&lt;br /&gt;one. Shouted till I loose my voice. First Regu, was a tough one,&lt;br /&gt;but then Keat Hong manage to go thru the challenge and won&lt;br /&gt;first game. Second was mine(junior team). I was hoping to see&lt;br /&gt;Afif inside court, but then, his coach didnt place him. I was abit&lt;br /&gt;sad as half of my dream was fulfilled, to versus yew tee and&lt;br /&gt;versus Afif on tournament but only get to versus yew tee without&lt;br /&gt;having Afif as my opponent. Overall, Yew Tee Csc is good. I like&lt;br /&gt;their style, Chill eventhough tension is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus was one reason. Forget about previous point was second&lt;br /&gt;reason, communicate is the last reason. Then I saw Yew Tee&lt;br /&gt;coach substituting player so I was hoping its Afif, But then, its&lt;br /&gt;different player. I was down for awhile but then proceed with&lt;br /&gt;the game. Won the game and we are left an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was also there watching me play, for the first time in my&lt;br /&gt;life, dad came and supported me. I was shocked, nearly cried,&lt;br /&gt;but I hold. Then to my amazement, many of my mates, and the&lt;br /&gt;uncle who play for other team knows my dad. I was so shocked!&lt;br /&gt;Smiling all the way. Many people know dad, dad came and supported&lt;br /&gt;me, then we won. Its like luck on mothers day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO then, my problem with my friends is still running on,&lt;br /&gt;Im not too sure where did i go wrong. Just have to be&lt;br /&gt;patience till tuesday. I cant stay strong any longer if the wall&lt;br /&gt;is breaking down, i might collapse if im not strong to withstand&lt;br /&gt;the weight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-684826144952930303?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/684826144952930303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=684826144952930303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/684826144952930303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/684826144952930303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/relatively-i-removed-previous-post-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-6743002070930044045</id><published>2009-05-10T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:52:02.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><title type='text'>To be the way it is supposed to be</title><content type='html'>Its outrageous to fall in love with your mates. But, what to do, feelings towards opposite sex is inevitable. You care for them. But, some are no obvious,&lt;br /&gt;1st type of care which is not obvious, the guy act or talk roughly but in mid of every conversation, he will at least say smtg to the girl to take care.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, the guy may just be a friend, but he send the girl at least to the mrt/lrt station.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, is when something bad happen, he is the first person to worry but the guy hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i saying this, I realised that I usually use 2nd and third method. Thats why its not obvious. But then, when they realised it, Im gone... :D. WAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mothers day, and happy belated burfdae daddy. I love you two!&lt;br /&gt;None could replace a diamond with crystals. Due to its originality, the&lt;br /&gt;quality is better.. How much mum nag at me, how much dad scold me&lt;br /&gt;how much these two banned me from doing something, still, its something&lt;br /&gt;good for me, as they dont want to see my life destroyed in future..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU Mum And Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-6743002070930044045?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/6743002070930044045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=6743002070930044045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6743002070930044045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/6743002070930044045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-way-it-is-supposed-to-be.html' title='To be the way it is supposed to be'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5023535635749280675</id><published>2009-05-09T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:18:21.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The moon looked bright when you came..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bintang Terlihat Terang, Saat Dirimu Datang. Cinta Yang Dulu Hilang Kini Kembali Pulang. Lihatlah Dan Mula Bernyanyi, Cuba Merantai Mimpi, Cinta Yang Dulu Pergi Kini Datang Kembali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, that sentence have been playing inside my mind this few days. I don't know why. Rather I'm lazy to think through about it. Seriously, my days sucked so much. Didn't expect, because of the phrase "eddy is here" can cause a lot of trouble and misunderstanding. You all might be asking, what is wrong with "eddy is here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phrase, hide a lot of story behind it. I don't know what's the problem, Who to blame, What is the solution. Saying sorry to me might give a little effect and reaction but can you turn the time back and recorrect the mistakes? You should know who. But if you don't get it just forget it on guessing who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come last time I fall for you? You are kind, in appearance, you look like others, not too fancy, you are cute, you are kind, you are one girl of every guys dream. But then, the *stupid* crush disappeared when I found out the truth.. Likewise, No human escapes from making mistakes. I just don't know what else to say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You was mad at me, getting to know i fall for you while we are close friend. But the sincererity is always blind in eyes of human(girls). And looks was obvious to your eyes..  Not all girls are that way, but some is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was meant, not to be involve in relationship.  But seriously, I just want you to take care, avoid danger. I dont want you to be like one of our friend, whom life is gone. Total Darkness. I care for you, yes I am worry, but more as a friend. If you read this, just bring yourself aside, and ask yourself, did you see crystals or did you see diamond. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try to flashback about your past, Most ex are not faithfully loyal. Up to you to decide. For your info, I'm not mad at you or what, like i said, it already happened. So we follow flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just See The Purity Of My Sincerity and you will get what i mean and how serious I am, ______. (fill in the blank)&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/6693737661246680412-5023535635749280675?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5023535635749280675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5023535635749280675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5023535635749280675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5023535635749280675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bintang-terlihat-terang-saat-dirimu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2137951215350084828</id><published>2009-05-02T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:52:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently a few songs is running in my mind. I don't know what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell down on road today. I nearly fainted halfway to yew tee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too stress on studies. I can't hold it anymore. I wish I have a partner to cry&lt;br /&gt;on. Haiz... How I wish to bring my Bmx and go to other countries. Prolly get&lt;br /&gt;license at this age and tour around the world with my Motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take this anymore. I need a turn over in my life. I want something&lt;br /&gt;better which could make me go far away from problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will stay, forever this way&lt;br /&gt;you are safe, in my heart and, my heart will go on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2137951215350084828?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2137951215350084828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2137951215350084828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2137951215350084828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2137951215350084828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/currently-few-songs-is-running-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2938178255955785737</id><published>2009-05-01T06:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:16:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KAMU DIAM. KURANG AJAR EH. SEPAK BARU TAU. HEHHE. Jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok that the sentence for yesterday. Someone said that, she should know. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday paper was hell in a cell. First paper I did badly I guess. I was lack of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was kancong. And was eager to write a good letter and composition. Its Malay Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;by the way. Second paper was right after first, It was smooth and easy. I could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that most of my classmates can finish the second paper by just 45 minutes and the other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45mins they slept. My class as usual, cannot keep quiet. We are told no correction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fluids/tape. Jerome didn't use it eventhough it was inside his pencil case, Bing Shu was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so irritated by his lame jokes, he turned took out the correction fluid and throw it on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;floor. Miss Chua saw it, and scolded Jerome for using Correction fluid. It was so funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that the whole class laughed during exams. Gerek Lah korang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I tried talking to HAZWANI. Macam nak tak nak gitu dia reply. Nevermind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rasa pelik agaknya. Nevermind my friend, apape You can find me. Sms or even call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me if you need me.. :D CEH WAH! Today is gonna be boring day again, at hom studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oh yah! Tonight going aunt house. YEAH! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eddy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-2938178255955785737?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2938178255955785737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2938178255955785737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2938178255955785737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2938178255955785737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/05/kamu-diam.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3879243841542178852</id><published>2009-04-29T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:26:03.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY GUYS IN CLASS! IT IS A CRUSH ONLY TOWARDS _________ . ALL OF SUDDEN, IT GOT SO SERIOUS. ITS A STUPID CRUSH OK. NOTHING SO WEIRD THAT ALL HUMAN HAVE CRUSHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it, i suddenly got crush, and that particular person found and she goes weird. Meaning she avoid, and like never talk to me. Come on, its a crush, i dont expect it to be real, its for a while only..  The feelings could never be true. Seriously aku anggap kau kwn, mungkin cara kau bersembahkan diri kau tu make some guys go woooossshhhyyy. But the fact is that, aku ade crush pat kau, hanya buat sementara. ok.. Hope you are reading, cause aku tak nak hilang friendship ngan kau.. Take care of yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAiz...This happened when things go wrng..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-3879243841542178852?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3879243841542178852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3879243841542178852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3879243841542178852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3879243841542178852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-guys-in-class-it-is-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5776874029692881679</id><published>2009-04-27T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:08:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strucked By Crush All Of Sudden</title><content type='html'>I don't know what else to say. All of sudden, I have a weird crush.. This is like weird. All is about yourself. But for me, it was a time when I was studying, and remembered her...&lt;br /&gt;How can I avoid from you when everyday I will see you... Thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Enjoy The New Song. Sorry Its A Malay Song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak tau camane nak elakkan perasaan pelik nie. Hari2 aku akan jumpe kau kecuali Saturday Sunday. Kau belom boleh lupakan dia. So aku anggap aku menaruh harapan palsu dan ini semua tak akan pernah terjadi. Aku nak kau sedar dengan sendiri yang aku kesah pasal kau. Especially bila kau moodswing. Kadang2, aku harap, aku dapat buat kau senyum. Buat kau gembira, buat kau rase seperti perempuan yang paling beruntung, tapi apakan daya, andainya kau sadar akan perasaanku, mungkin, semua sudah terlambat.... :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5776874029692881679?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5776874029692881679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5776874029692881679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5776874029692881679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5776874029692881679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-what-else-to-say.html' title='Strucked By Crush All Of Sudden'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-3328757487835439612</id><published>2009-04-20T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:18:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sex1OBasqcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hi_1xozC7YU/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761343031486914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sex1OBasqcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hi_1xozC7YU/s400/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You people saw the picture? This was at block 422. A car was trapped on the staircase between two railings. That was my usual route, and I always dream of grinding the rail there. But today, reality is inevitable. Accidents does happen. That car over accelerate and got stucked there. haha. Car grinding a rail. So thats all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you. You will be in my heart :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6693737661246680412-3328757487835439612?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/3328757487835439612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=3328757487835439612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3328757487835439612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/3328757487835439612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-people-saw-picture-this-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sex1OBasqcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hi_1xozC7YU/s72-c/DSC00528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1009788722175792785</id><published>2009-04-19T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:06:11.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't know why, its like we are getting further apart. You are a lost i can't replace. I lost myself when you gone. I want us to be back like last time. Furthermore i feel scared if i lost you. I sms you, you never reply and it made me worry.. Sorry i cant sms much, mum is monitoring me on how long i can last with a 22dollar prepaid. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the lost i Can't replace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1009788722175792785?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1009788722175792785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1009788722175792785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1009788722175792785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1009788722175792785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-dont-know-why-its-like-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1000775171246587725</id><published>2009-04-19T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:43:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, lets blog about my riding session to Bishan skatepark and Somerset skatepark on the 18 of April 2009.  Basically was just planning with Nas to go there. But in the end, alot is tagging along. Willie, me, nas, amirul, farheen, afik, dhamiri, mathias, syahied and Hanyo went to bishan skatepark.. Then to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many good things happened and some bad things happened. Reached Bishan played the bowl, landed tire tap and tried disaster and 180. Landed tire tap on the bowl. Now im love with skatepark. Syahied and the rest played along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then next was somerset.. I was caught by a police at somerset mrt. I saw a 1dollar on the floor. So i picked it up, my intention was to return to the office, my fren asked me to hurry till i forget abt the money and left. Near to leaving, the police called me and ask return the 1dollar. I returned and said sorry. But i forget to pass it to the staff.. sorry ah sir, reach somerset i kancong sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played2 and went home. Nas willie and mathiass was stucked at orchard as they was chased out by the smrt staff all of sudden. They had to cycle home. We pitied them.. Then we reached cck, cause farheen left for home first. He borrow dhamiri bedsheet to go home, whn we reached cck from somerset, at the dustbin at lot one, we saw the bedsheet that farheen borrowed. such a bad person.. he threw it. come on appreciate it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all ah. pictures soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;______, will u be my _________???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1000775171246587725?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1000775171246587725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1000775171246587725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1000775171246587725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1000775171246587725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/alright-lets-blog-about-my-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-2528942244950056005</id><published>2009-04-11T04:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T05:01:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-vi7tZ6TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/meu7EQSpVjs/s1600-h/classphoto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166299253762354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-vi7tZ6TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/meu7EQSpVjs/s400/classphoto" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-vUfu8IxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aVpHwX-Gtdg/s1600-h/classphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken during 4/2 class chalet at Aloha Loyang with Mdm Khamilia(class favourite teacher i guess :P ). Sadly I don't have the photos when we just reached. Yeah i know its pretty out dated when its held on 8march and now its like a month after. I seriously miss the chalet and I LOVE MY CLASS! With those fun people around, its lots more fun. Excepting the ones who have problems with me in class.. You know who you are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time check is 5.ooam. I AM NOT YET ASLEEP! WTH!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just can't sleep. I tried closing my eyes. But then I will sleep like 15mins or 1 hour then I will wake up again. And it kept repeating. Never mind I will just wait till morning prayer time. So considered yesterday is good friday. Me, Hykal planned to play bowling since I never touched or play bowling before. Meeting up at 3.30 at Bukit Gombak Cdans. So then my sister wanted to join in. So then I told her to tag along. Went to for friday prayers first before meeting them. I went to mosque at about 12.45. I forgot that it was Good Friday(public holiday). I parked my bicycle, and went in. My utmost shocking, it was so pack and crowded. I quickly took ablution, went to find a seat. Within five minute, the whole big space is filled up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then after that went for bowling. Waited one hour to get a lane. Then we got lane 22. At first starting, it was pretty bad. I played badly. Hykal and saf always leading. Safura the irritating one, she threw the ball so slow yet didn't go to the drain but instead hit most of the pins. My sister was good at start but bad at the end. HAHA! Imagine for a first timer for me, by the 5th try, I hit a strike. CEH! Trying to pose of lah like that.. Beside us was a family. The makcik dia punya anak, bleh tahan cantik ah.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then just played two games, and went home. Riding at 8. Met Nas and I thought friday night ride is gonna be interesting. Guess what, my estate no rider. Me and Nas got bored and told nas to follow me to mosque for Isyak prayers. So went there then rode around. Met the MTB riders at Limbang park. Rode with them. And Interesting was that, I play around with trick that i've not yet learn. Interesting. Learned floater, constant my rockwalk. Did 180. Played around with 360 and footjam tailwhip. HEHE! Met Syahied at the park as he just got back from work at Macdonal Limbang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 10.30, went home. Nas followed since he wants to borrow tools. So then home sweet home. Mid year is around corner, i started my revision, but then too little and im too slow. Needa do more revision and plan time well. 3 more weeks to mini hell and another few more months to " HELL IN A CELL"!! Better avoid the comp now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDDY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I miss you. Its just that the last time i saw you inside bus, I felt that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Im hooked to you more. And dreams about you never fail during my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6693737661246680412-2528942244950056005?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/2528942244950056005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=2528942244950056005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2528942244950056005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/2528942244950056005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-picture-was-taken-during-42-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-vi7tZ6TI/AAAAAAAAAI0/meu7EQSpVjs/s72-c/classphoto' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7125727152863956800</id><published>2009-04-08T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:20:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Comrades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdyjYIVWGtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EzcuhZYaLs0/s1600-h/orchid+majestic+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322308494594284242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdyjYIVWGtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EzcuhZYaLs0/s400/orchid+majestic+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdyjXw4DfjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lN9jiKINdEw/s1600-h/orchid+majestic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322308488297414194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdyjXw4DfjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lN9jiKINdEw/s400/orchid+majestic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just want to say that I'm very happy. I bought that shoes with my own freaking saved money. 65bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i grabbed it fast before it runs out of stocks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to meet simon at bukit gombak with nas, max, syahied and fathul..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way there was quite a quiet journey. When Simon already met us and passed the shoes, we went off. I almost forget to pay Simon 65 dollars after putting the shoes into my bag. I nearly left, luckily somebody said 65. I turned back and paid. HAHA. sorry. Im abit forgetfull..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otw back was abit funny. Since our shoes brand was ORCHID, he reminded us of this advertisement about a kid drinking a milk " Flower! Flower! ORCHID!" SO we laughed all the way kept saying the same thing. Until a point of time i changed it, there is two chiobu ladies sitting behind a bus stop. I shouted flower, fathul shout flower, Then, I shouted Chiobu! All laughed and those ladies gave us a weird looking face.. We laughed and chionged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then thats all for today. First day with prepaid, its really fun using prepaid. And I miss someone. And I hope to meet her soon :) I love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7125727152863956800?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7125727152863956800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7125727152863956800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7125727152863956800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7125727152863956800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-comrades.html' title='Dear Comrades.'/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdyjYIVWGtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EzcuhZYaLs0/s72-c/orchid+majestic+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1562898185985759756</id><published>2009-04-06T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:05:16.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had English Oral. I don't know if it was a good one or not.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news bill burst. 200+ sia. Now must use prepaid -__-&lt;br /&gt;I miss sumone.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nearly got run down by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Today me and buddy cracked jokes alot.&lt;br /&gt;And I love my life now :)&lt;br /&gt;And I hope i can go bowling with Hykal, Saf and if can _____&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to follow..&lt;br /&gt;Thats all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1562898185985759756?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1562898185985759756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1562898185985759756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1562898185985759756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1562898185985759756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-had-english-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-7363309152913893969</id><published>2009-04-04T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:20:05.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had tournament. Went down early to help out set up the props and tables..&lt;br /&gt;Then had MEE SOTO before game. Game start at two. Mine was the 6th match.&lt;br /&gt;Lose.. Too bad, was abit pressurised. Then second game won, due to advantage&lt;br /&gt;of strength. I aimed the feeder and game flow fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third game was leading point, but then lost due to the opponent was advantage&lt;br /&gt;of strength. The player was more alert and good ball control. About to go home,&lt;br /&gt;something bad happened. Since my team was eliminated, I went home early.&lt;br /&gt;Since tmr I'm working. I was shaking hands with the rest and then I came to&lt;br /&gt;my coach and wanted to shake hands with him. He didnt want to shake hand and&lt;br /&gt;said this to me " You are always like that, always go home first".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people don't understand, its like you are dragging me to become wild.? SOrry&lt;br /&gt;thats not my type. And I would rather sacrifice Takraw, than sacrifising studies,&lt;br /&gt;and getting tired and being treated like a dog afterall, i left my studies for you&lt;br /&gt;guys to train well. But in the end, this is what i got? Players kicked the ball&lt;br /&gt;accidentally and the ball went far, there are many others to pick it up, while they&lt;br /&gt;are nearer to the ball, instead you arrange me to pick it up, run back and give to&lt;br /&gt;them. Why cant you tell the rest to do it? Targeting me? Go ahead, but then&lt;br /&gt;this is what i give to you. I QUIT! 3 more weeks to tournament, i backed out.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, wasnt on purpose.. But some people treat me like a toy, want me, picked&lt;br /&gt;it up, but when not needed, you throw me. You will be facing HEll in a cell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the rest which may cause haywire. I have to, it was dad decision.&lt;br /&gt;He even called up manager and settled it, so then got to quit.. I really&lt;br /&gt;gave up, im concentrating on studies, nothing change my mind, takraw&lt;br /&gt;is fading fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-7363309152913893969?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/7363309152913893969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=7363309152913893969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7363309152913893969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/7363309152913893969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-had-tournament.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1414765995635877597</id><published>2009-04-03T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:22:35.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but suddenly i got an urge to put brakes on my bmx.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there is an instinct saying that B3 is calling me and&lt;br /&gt;i got a feeling of landing 180 out and tailtap. I hope my weekends are free,&lt;br /&gt;but then its already occupied. Firstly tournament. Then sunday working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont feel good attaching brakes to my bike. Its like so irritating i&lt;br /&gt;suppose? but then it like difficult to play tech tricks... Brakes or no brakes?&lt;br /&gt;Riders, ideas please..... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1414765995635877597?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1414765995635877597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1414765995635877597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1414765995635877597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1414765995635877597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-why-but-suddenly-i-got-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-5250914395106378464</id><published>2009-04-02T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:58:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really tiring today. I left house late for school.&lt;br /&gt;On the way down, dad called me. He wanted to&lt;br /&gt;send me to MRT as I was late. Good idea, I went&lt;br /&gt;with dad. Lucky I'm not late. So reached Yew Tee&lt;br /&gt;MRT, saw Safiee waiting for Afif. So then I went&lt;br /&gt;to school with them..&lt;br /&gt;So I will skip the lesson part. Its just boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the interesting part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then reached home, I went out riding. I went down&lt;br /&gt;with a clear and full of confident mind. I was saying&lt;br /&gt;to myself, one should not abandon its hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Its either quit or continue.. So I decided to ride on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached foodlion, since i cannot go to b3. Its like&lt;br /&gt;today I got to ride full time... Then I saw Syahied, he&lt;br /&gt;ran away when he saw me. You people must be asking&lt;br /&gt;why right? Last week, while riding, he threw his bike&lt;br /&gt;at me. I got a little tensed up and scolded him. But then&lt;br /&gt;it was for that particular time only. So then, i approached&lt;br /&gt;and his face was full of worries. I asked him why run scared ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then goes like sorry2. So the practiced my 180, then went&lt;br /&gt;to Jerome house. Then went down again.. Then nas came down.&lt;br /&gt;Amirul too. Then when we was riding, saw Syahied again, then&lt;br /&gt;he tried to hide. Then all played police and thief. It wasnt planned.&lt;br /&gt;Our aim was to chase Syahied..  Then we all chased him here&lt;br /&gt;and there but then he is good at escaping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was Nas went to buy ice cream and got discount,&lt;br /&gt;but then the ice cream dropped on the floor.!! haha. Like people&lt;br /&gt;busy chasing the suspect, you busy buy ice cream. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul was the weird one, he kept shouting, like treating syahied&lt;br /&gt;like a pet like that. Wth! Ouh shit this is a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;Im so not going to forget this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was shocked to see you calling me. I LOVE YOU! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-5250914395106378464?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/5250914395106378464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=5250914395106378464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5250914395106378464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/5250914395106378464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-really-tiring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693737661246680412.post-1433750793816982231</id><published>2009-04-01T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:21:12.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdM5-VJ-pLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IvstJzUZLFk/s1600-h/Maj-WBGry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319659327848359090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdM5-VJ-pLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IvstJzUZLFk/s400/Maj-WBGry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdM5-RRuQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RRvuHgbGxvY/s1600-h/Maj-rbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319659326807098226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdM5-RRuQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RRvuHgbGxvY/s400/Maj-rbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one nice guys? hmm. im not too sure which one to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exams is nearing, im nt riding that much. Tournament is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming this saturday..  Im ready. But i hate feeling nervous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as i know, im back in action in riding. I perform tricks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better than before. Had Poa test today. We were only given,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20mins to do the whole test. I did it wrongly, but soon i realised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mistake and changed when im only left with 3 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chiong-ed and after test asked the others.. Their answers was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same as mine. *cross fingers* hope i get good marks.. So then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after test did some work, indeed, if i press my brain deeper, for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can succeed in just a snap of fingers.. I did a question in about 20mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U may think its slow, but then for a challenging question, its fast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO we did and its done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAter training at nite.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im missing somebody, hope to meet you soon.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693737661246680412-1433750793816982231?l=hellstallion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/feeds/1433750793816982231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6693737661246680412&amp;postID=1433750793816982231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1433750793816982231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693737661246680412/posts/default/1433750793816982231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellstallion.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-one-nice-guys-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12995048635919179376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/Sd-t_e0FzYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/srIqG4Xjtq4/S220/180(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNUhKgb-ST4/SdM5-VJ-pLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IvstJzUZLFk/s72-c/Maj-WBGry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
