<?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-3089216196352951781</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:20:50.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>＝么民i于于＝</title><subtitle type='html'>Its just me and my yappings. i blog about life, stuff, and more stuff. Sometimes, random facts might be displayed and yet other times more facts will be displayed. read at your own risk chyeah? peace out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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title='0_0'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-1709602222811453630</id><published>2010-07-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:23:50.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Issues</title><content type='html'>You know what i hate when your not connected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that your missing out so badly in other peoples online workings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways while i have the time to update my blog i shall capitalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chyeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089216196352951781-1709602222811453630?l=ar1ff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/1709602222811453630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/internet-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/1709602222811453630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/1709602222811453630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/internet-issues.html' title='Internet Issues'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-5526281221334495962</id><published>2010-07-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:48:35.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Places</title><content type='html'>Its funny how everything has a place in this world. How birds are there to chirp around; how bees are there to pollinate, and how humans are there to stay on the ball with whatever task they're doing. As I'm sitting at my desk contemplating these things. I find that I just got the shock of the year. My thursday night uncannily abstract coincidences shows its face once again. By the way, I have been internet-less since I came back. Supposed blog entries are just left to be read by those looking over my shoulders. Anyways, I'm not entirely sure what this post is about, I just felt like pausing life again for a second at most. Fridays never were the best of days for me. What more when I've been left in the dark with everyones life. I sleep my problems away (LoL). I find answers in my dreams. Lame and cheesy I know but whatever. It seems to work. Just like how the internet moulds its way into everyones lives. Nowadays its all about connections. Connecting studies to grades, humans to studies, work to humans, practically an undisturbed status quo that fits perfectly. complimenting even the slightest of flaws in an unending circle of yin and yang. Forever unchanged by mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the comical stylings of F.I. Lol reminds me of that time long ago during PMR when i was a gamer. Ventrillo chatting was the best experiences of my life. =S emoticon. XD. Funnier then obviously but the effect was long-lasting. By the way, does blogging = emonism?. i don't know. I don't really care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember this moment. Boring gile. The Times Before SPM.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.. Good times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089216196352951781-5526281221334495962?l=ar1ff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/5526281221334495962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/5526281221334495962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/5526281221334495962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/places.html' title='-Places'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-1886845968642370789</id><published>2010-07-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:39:07.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold the phone..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like pausing life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to stop it for a moment so I can breathe and have some time to think. I brought my life changing book today. It was a kind of hit with my friends. Just goes to show that when presented with an oddly superficial, randomly awesome book everyone gets hooked. The same should be said for couples. The guy goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gaga&lt;/span&gt; over the girl, the girl responds and they get hitched. Currently, I'm in contemplation over the very fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being a misunderstanding shouldn't one know that such words used at such times give the opposite of a "joke"?. Shouldn't one at the very least reply with an explanation? Must I do everything? Doesn't one realise that one felt &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unsupported?. That said my current situation has given me a chance to pause everything and breathe. I find myself accepting what D had to say relationship-wise. It was an interesting prospect. Similar to what Day 326 had in store. Quoting him but translated (XD), "A relationship is hard man. It takes time us guys just don't have. But if you have it, It gets worthwhile," I only have 1,923,696,000 seconds to live and I feel that yes, I must do everything and get my girl back. Even when I'll never be the same if we ever meet again. Despite this revelation I still find myself wondering. Why didn't she text back?. It ALWAYS has to include a middleman. In this case middlewoman. The one the guy calls to get the scoop of the girl. This was confirmed today with 8/10 relationships using this way to solve their minute (Very small) problems. Anyways, It pays to have an open mind and acceptance is the first step to apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing. Where Is the Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089216196352951781-1886845968642370789?l=ar1ff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/1886845968642370789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/hold-phone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/1886845968642370789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/1886845968642370789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/07/hold-phone.html' title='Hold the phone..'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-2689199365809341835</id><published>2010-06-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:22:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardships of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well this was actually a damn while ago. but I'm posting it anyways xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually written in a book when i was feeling emo so go ahead and bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 30-Jan-2010 8:30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always regarded myself as a friend helper more or less a counselor to others either as strangers through the internet or my own friends. But now i find myself in the postitino in which i am in need of someone to talk to. As i ponder this question the bigger truth emerges. I have no friends. i say and can confirm this truth 100% because it is true. As i stop and think about my life and how i have gotten to be in the position i am, i realise that no one has bothereed to ask about me and my problems. i realise now that it has always been me and it has always been that i am the one who asks the other (some call this being busybody but blergh). i am the one who asks whats wrong when life gets the other down. it has always been me. from the time when I.A had life issues which i helped with to the time L.F, D, and N.H.N and N and F.A and R.I.N and M.L and currently N.F.H. I find that throughout these 9 ladies, i was the one who asked whats wrong(wow gile sexist [just asking ladies xD]). i was always the pillow they screamed into when faced with a problem. i was there to help them through that time which needed a boys point of view. it may seem cocky but i never had that particular interest in them. i guess what really did interest me most was their problems. as i write this down and confirm my doubts, it is clear that i am &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;either i haven't found another like me or there simply isn't someone i can confess to. all i have... is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089216196352951781-2689199365809341835?l=ar1ff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/2689199365809341835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/06/hardships-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/2689199365809341835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/2689199365809341835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/06/hardships-of-my-life.html' title='The Hardships of my life'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-2719097707224099816</id><published>2010-05-02T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:24:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles.</title><content type='html'>Hey. well. im starting to blog again. i dunno maybe i'll enable comments later. or just link towards a formspring page where people can ask me random sh*t about my life. i'll try to answer honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways well.. yea... nothing much has happened. i just decided to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you all in a bit. i have a journal filled with entries that i feel the need to post onto cyber space for everyone/anyone to reflect or mock me on. i don't know. i guess anyone who wants to bad mouth me can do so. i dont give a fuck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089216196352951781-2719097707224099816?l=ar1ff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/feeds/2719097707224099816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/05/troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/2719097707224099816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089216196352951781/posts/default/2719097707224099816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar1ff.blogspot.com/2010/05/troubles.html' title='Troubles.'/><author><name>＝么民i于于＝</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11949961395038021544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-7858479775984983949</id><published>2010-02-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:26:57.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling...</title><content type='html'>Just now.. at bowling practice... i met this guy. he was an old guy.. but he was still a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me and Haseef ( my Friend) how to curve the b.....owling ball &lt;br /&gt;(i was gonna type bullet but then that would've sounded too cliche &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways it was cool. sadly we didnt get his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll ever meet him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089216196352951781.post-884862178879068899</id><published>2010-01-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:36:36.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REWRITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of form 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of hearing what happened to all the form 3's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of actually listening to the principal's speech (sorta) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life in 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back later.&lt;div 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