<?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-399423983979397085</id><updated>2011-10-20T20:04:57.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world, now entertain me</title><subtitle type='html'>i like it better when i`m unmotivated and i don`t care</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='html'>to say that i am glad that what happened has happened would be a fucking lie.... at this moment i have yet to understand what the universe was trying to teach me by having you in my life... i hope that answer comes to me soon....someone i have known during this time has told me you'll never know if you dont step forward to find out... and i let my expectations get the better of me....i came away empty-handed.... you'll enjoy your beaches and your coffee... you'll clear your mind and fill your lungs with the air of this different place.... and i will remain here.. sight and thoughts clouded by rejection... misunderstanding... struggling to breathe against the crushing weight of my own self-judgement...it wasnt the flames of an overzealous passion that burned me... it was a jolt from something i knew i shouldnt have touched--should have gone with that gut-feeling of ''leave it alone... it does no good to you...."but like everyone said... even my own conscience... i wouldnt have known....it seemed there was no reason that i thought "WTF?" when i looked at you and as though it was only natural that everything that would ever happened... indeed happened.... a very apt description....this is exactly what my life is?.... in the best way possible?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-771969165238535201?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/771969165238535201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=771969165238535201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/771969165238535201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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early morning rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately my heart don't feel like mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes see scotoma all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping to hold you in my arms one time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost you just the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please guide me to go straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope it's not too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found myself face down in a ditch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;booze in my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blood in my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a picture of you without your fake eyelash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my broken ipad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still don't know what love means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been so long since i seen your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or felt a part of this human race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i needs something that i can hold onto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a woman like you or a woman like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either one of them things will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8445930776771123092?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8445930776771123092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8445930776771123092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8445930776771123092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8445930776771123092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2893692065789349706</id><published>2011-03-10T16:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:49:35.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft in my email</title><content type='html'>to: xxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.com&lt;div&gt;subject: what i thinking when i go drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you dont like to read but please bear with me. it only take 10 to 15 minutes of you life and you will never get it back. im so sorry about that.im not saying that after you read this you will be enlighten or refresh, it will waste your time, make you wanna puke or laugh hard, it depend on your feeling though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this must be the pussiest way to say thing but i had to do it.these days i just can't seem to say what i mean. i just can't. especially to you. every time i try to say something, it misses the point. either that or i end up saying the opposite of what i mean. the more i try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. sometimes i can't even remember what i was trying to say in the first place. it's like my body's split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. we're running circles around it.the other me has the right words, but i can never catch him.hence the email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people say if you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.believe me that i want to know the answer badly, but what more important is how do i ask the question.one thing is sure.i have to do something. i have to do the best i know how at the moment.if it doesn't turn out right, hopefully i can modify it as i go along.i really hope so.but if something did happen, it happened. whether it's right or wrong. i accept everything that happens, and i promise you that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i go deeper in what this email is really about, let me tell you a bit about me, so you know how hard is this thing for me. i'm not a decent human being.that sentence would be understatement of the year.but seriously i'm not a good guy.i cheat, i lied, i take advantage of other people.i'll be the first to admit that the life i'm leading is basically a joke. i should probably be a lot cooler about it, but i can't fake it, you know? i'm so in love with myself some time it hurt other.there are some things about myself i can’t explain to anyone. there are some things i don’t understand at all. i can’t tell what i think about things or what i’m after. i don’t know what my strengths are or what i’m supposed to do about them. but if i start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. and if i get scared i can only think about myself. i become really self-centered, and without meaning to, i hurt people. so i’m not such a wonderful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between the end of that strange january and the approach of november last year, my life went on without change. each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun. it rained a lot in september. october had several warm, sweaty days. aside from the weather, there was hardly anything to distinguish one day from the next. i worked at concentrating my attention on the real and useful.but when december come, thing a little bit different.at the moment we only knew each other for about a year plus.for me at that time you just another girl i know that i can hang up with, talk about thing,make fun of each other,pick me up for dinner and movies.i know you as a short,weed smoking,crazy,cool(i have to admit),passionate,kinda cute chick.it been a while, from the time when my heart gradually started to change and the time i began to feel alone from some point whenever i saw you. but after we spend more time together i realize i kinda have a feeling for you.at that moment im not very sure why my heart got hook on you.i never believe this as the real thing.everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.as a friend to remain as a friend i think this feeling is not so ethical.so i retrace back all those thing that we do to find what made this feeling tick of.that doesn't work.i know absolutely nothing about you.what i know is that you get angry what you hungry,when you get angry it scary,you and me hate the same thing,yeah that kinda romantic but that all that i know about you.i read somewhere that they said all this feeling toward you is like a piece  of paper, burn them, and what stays in my heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.i try that approach.and the result is the same.the feeling still there.but still i'm not sure about this feeling.so i do what i always do, ignore it for a while and maybe the feeling will go away.and i did that although "for a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.at least by the person who's waiting.unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. the past increases, the future recedes. possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memory is a funny thing. when i was in the scene, i hardly paid it any mind. i never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that three months later i would recall it in such detail. i didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. i was thinking about myself. i was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. i was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. it was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. and worse, i still had those feeling. feeling with complications.we're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. we're connected to reality by the same line. all i have to do is quietly draw it towards me.i may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.but not this time.there is one moment when i peered into your eyes, wondering if you were still drunk, but they were once again your usual cool, intelligent eyes. you were far from drunk.there wasn't a reason in the world not to find you appealing.your smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while i'm dealing with my blushing face.and there all i see, nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.for a brief time i was here,and for a brief time i'm mattered.but i didn't do anything.all i do was sit in the corner reading my book while dreaming about you. sometimes i think that's the only right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after that i still try to distance myself from you, and i fail big time.every sms,gtalk,email or call reduced me to pure concept.my flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. i floated in space. liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.i was adrift in the void. somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.it confuse me, it kills me, floors me and send me to the ground and at the same time it made my blood pressure going, made me six feet off the ground.i look up at the sky, wondering if i'll catch a glimpse of answer there, but i don't. all i see are indifferent rainy clouds drifting over the apartment.and they have nothing to say to me.and then i realize that every single thing that i do is a desperate attempt to get your attention.i don't know if you notice it but it kinda sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea.between reality and the workings of the heart.i never understand that but you were on my mind at least nine tenths of yesterday.that crazy right. it seem as if perhaps i'd gone insane.what is it about you that has commandeered my brains? maybe its your laugh or maybe it's the way when i look at your face i feel relieve, i feel warm and i feel right.for a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. from something like that or it doesn't begin at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no mistake about it. ice is cold; roses are red;beer taste good; i'm in love with you.there i said it. and this love is about to carry me off somewhere. the current's too overpowering; i don't have any choice. it may very well be a special place, some place i've never seen before. danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. i might end up losing everything. but there's no turning back. i can only go with the flow. even if it means i'll be burned up, gone forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know the feeling is always changing.i know the love is always shifting or wavering. it's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. and the thing is, i can't do anything about it, i can't control it.you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, and that's the sad truth. maybe you'll break my heart, maybe i'll break your heart and never be able to look at myself in the same way. those are the risks. that's the burden. i'm not promised you anything but i will do the best i can with the knowledge i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you asked "but why should you be interested in me?" good question. i can’t explain it myself right this moment. but maybe – just maybe – if we start getting together and talking, after a while something like John Mayer’s soundtrack music will start playing in the background, and a whole slew of concrete reasons why i’m interested in you will line up out of nowhere. with luck, it might even snow for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just wondering if you'd come along,hold up my head when my head won't hold on. i'll do the same if the same is what you want. but if not i'll go.i'll go alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/399423983979397085-2893692065789349706?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-5144640683235843994</id><published>2011-03-09T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:01:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;she seem so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her...but everthing you think you know is wrong...passion flow through her like a river of blood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is not waiting...not quite...it is more that the years mean nothing to her anymore...that the dreams and the street cannot touch her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she remains on the edges of time...implacable...unhurt...beyond...and one day you will open your eyes and see her...and after that..the dark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not reaping...instead..she will pluck you...gently..like a feather..or a flower for her hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she wont remember and that she cant even let herself think about because thats when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind its always raining a slow and endless drizzle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes...she damaged at best...like ive already figured out...but i can still see her reflection inside of her eyes...that are looking for purpose... they're still looking for life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she may have lost her way now... but i hope she haven't forgotten her way home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she thinks she used to be beautiful but not now...she wrong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she only looked away for a moment...and the mask slipped and you fell...all your tommorrow start here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='She'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4984656535753957724</id><published>2011-03-01T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:01:37.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst case scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you will hear that she has left the country...that there was a gift she wanted you to have...but it is lost before it reaches you...late on night the telephone will sing...and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;several years later...from a taxi...you will see someone in a doorway who look like her...but she will be gone by the time you pursuade the driver to stop...you will never see her again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever it rains you will think of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4984656535753957724?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4984656535753957724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4984656535753957724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4984656535753957724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4984656535753957724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/worst-case-scenario.html' title='Worst case scenario'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-372371784369407378</id><published>2011-02-10T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:01:21.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My maxis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;if i call and she pick up and we talk for a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would be high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and it goes to voice mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that give me some hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and it didnt get through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and she pick up and then she hung up on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that when gravity kick in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and she pick up and we talk and then she hung up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would be akward &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and she pick up and we talk and then i hung up on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i need to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i call and she pick up and put me on hold because the is another call coming through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it like slap in the face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would be near imposible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the phone doesnt ring....its me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4049642207285862484</id><published>2011-02-01T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:00:59.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you should ask me where ive been all this time...i have to say "things happen"....i hit the floor again...ive open up to suffering... and that's the sad truth...feeling are disturbing...had i done the right thing by telling?...who wanted the right thing anyway...yet what meaning could there be if nothing was right?...if nothing was fair?...its easier to regret your awkward conversations but hard to regret the ones you didnt have...ive always done whatever i felt like doing in life...people may try to stop me...and convince me im wrong...but i wont change...while i was staring at the sun....you took everthing...and now im dumb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask me where i have been and i will tell you “things keep on happening”...i dwell on places i should forget....im longing the things that i dont have...i stuck in infinite loop of rerun of old series...watching fucking tv all the time makes a fool...it turns out wanting something doesnt make it real....no matter how elaborately you fool yourself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you question me..am i ok?....i want to say yes....and then reality kick in...so the answer is no....but im working on it...once upon a time i was so high...but then ive been low...and it ok...for a while...you know...i just get so lonely sometimes...i need a hug for a moment and the moment passes... and im good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you should ask me do i have regret?...i tell you...queen takes jack...you got me this time but ill get you back.... so pick a number...and if i had an offer to be better id decline...and if it were more awful to consider id be fine...and if it were all my fault... that im that...and ive pined and ive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regretted that i aided and abetted... this end and if it isnt...it will be soon you bet it will be ....and the tapes are in the fire.... go to bed because im tired ...of saying it is done ....because ive always been a liar.....and if it were all my fault that im bitter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask me about my love life? i have to say "two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes"....she ask to many question...most of it i cant answer...i ask her the same...and she also dont have solution to the question...she said one thing...i said another...the next thing i knew i wanted to spend more time in the middle of that conversation...but then there’s the morning after...a hangover...and the realization that we not quite as available as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we thought we were the night before....mistakes were made...hearts were broken...harsh lessons learned...and like that....poooff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you should ask me what change?...nothing change...and that the fucking problem...&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/399423983979397085-4049642207285862484?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4049642207285862484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4049642207285862484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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stuff seems so smart while youre doing it...&lt;br /&gt;gampang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3543655901546216299?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/3543655901546216299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=3543655901546216299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3543655901546216299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3543655901546216299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodoh.html' title='Bodoh'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-184249038398903739</id><published>2009-09-14T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:57:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God mode</title><content type='html'>most of the stories in this life have that much in common...the place they arrive at in the end was not the place i was expecting them to go when i set out...sometimes the only way i would know that a story had finished was when there werent any more words to be written down....&lt;br /&gt;the story i thought i was setting out to write was more shorter...much more fablelike....and it not end like that...i dont know how it did end originally anymore...there was some kind of ending.....but once the story was underway the real ending become inevitable....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-184249038398903739?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/184249038398903739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=184249038398903739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/184249038398903739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/184249038398903739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-mode.html' title='God mode'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7574724945315249392</id><published>2009-09-09T09:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:56:53.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine nine nine</title><content type='html'>because we do not know when we will die....&lt;br /&gt;we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well....&lt;br /&gt;and yet everything happens only a certain number of times.....&lt;br /&gt;and a very small number really....&lt;br /&gt;how many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood....&lt;br /&gt;an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it?...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps four....&lt;br /&gt;or five times more?....&lt;br /&gt;perhaps not even that.....&lt;br /&gt;how many more times will you watch the full moon rise?....&lt;br /&gt;perhaps twenty.....&lt;br /&gt;and yet it all seems limitless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck yeah....damnit....nothing happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7574724945315249392?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7574724945315249392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7574724945315249392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7574724945315249392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7574724945315249392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/09/nine-nine-nine.html' title='Nine nine nine'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3882003401711118023</id><published>2009-09-06T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:56:10.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>they appear to tell the truth...&lt;br /&gt;to reflect life back at us...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;set a mirror correctly...&lt;br /&gt;and it will lie so convincinly...&lt;br /&gt;angle it right....&lt;br /&gt;and a mirror become magic casement...&lt;br /&gt;it can show you anything you can imagine and maybe a few thing you cant....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3882003401711118023?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/3882003401711118023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=3882003401711118023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3882003401711118023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3882003401711118023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4465429415665769875</id><published>2009-08-27T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:55:13.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soalan</title><content type='html'>beb ape maksud org tu bila die tanya "lu kerja mane?"...&lt;br /&gt;die tanye office lu kat mane ke...&lt;br /&gt;atau die tanye name company lu ape...&lt;br /&gt;confius beb....&lt;br /&gt;gua asyik bagi jawapan silap je....&lt;br /&gt;ade tak jawapan default yg bleh jawap soalan nie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4465429415665769875?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4465429415665769875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4465429415665769875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4465429415665769875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4465429415665769875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/08/soalan.html' title='Soalan'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2442497754898517030</id><published>2009-08-22T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:53:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>yeah im weak ... nothing new eh...same story different chapter....crap...&lt;br /&gt;selamat berpuasa bitches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2442497754898517030?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2442497754898517030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2442497754898517030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2442497754898517030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2442497754898517030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7109675292384064417</id><published>2009-08-18T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:51:32.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panacea</title><content type='html'>i wanted a perfect ending....now ive learned....the hard way....that some songs dont rhyme...and some stories dont have a clear beginning....middle....and end.....life is about not knowing....having to change.....taking the moment and making the best of it.....without knowing whats going to happen next.....delicious ambiguity...we are 12 billion light years from the edge.....thats a guess ...no one can ever say its true....but i know that i will never be a mere memory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2119720025968921835</id><published>2009-08-17T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:50:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven urgh</title><content type='html'>its all well and good to talk about happy endings....&lt;br /&gt;but if a person cant deliver.....if she keeps screwing up....&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt;eventually i guess you kinda just have to say fuck you.....&lt;br /&gt;or words to that effect....&lt;br /&gt;squaring the circle my friend....&lt;br /&gt;squaring the circle....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2119720025968921835?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7648938337818109368</id><published>2009-08-16T08:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:46:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hope is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SpJAIQ1eQyI/AAAAAAAAD2U/VJMZZsXygBA/s1600-h/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373427816108802850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SpJAIQ1eQyI/AAAAAAAAD2U/VJMZZsXygBA/s400/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are various reason why an individual might habitually consume large quantities of alcohol.... but they all effectively boil down to same thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it almost 5 in the morning....it been a long day....the elevators are out of service.... so i had to climb the staircase... i dont know... it like hundred of steps.... i live in the eleventh floor for god sake.... im not counting... even though i try...i wont remember it anyway....my head blank from the whiskey...my mouth reeking from cigarettes.... drunk as i get.... im amazed myself for i can climb those step back to my apartment through the whiskey fog....a simple achievement...one has only to accept the fact of being drunk at the face value....no ifs ... ands... buts....only the statement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i am drunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plain and simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the hallway was a dead silent...more silent than it suppose to be....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats when i noticed the red pumps at my feet.... red pumps ive seen before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she was slumped over the dining table....forehead on her arms....profile hidden by straight black hair...a patch of untanned white neckline showed between the strands of hair through the open sleeve of her print dress... one ive seen before... a glimpse of a brassiere strap....looking at her back called up memories...memories of time before ive met her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"well then"&lt;/span&gt; ...i said to her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as expected ...there were no reply...she should been asleep... should have been crying... or even worse dead...i sat down opposite her and rubbed my eyes...im still not sure...is this a hallucination....or real....maybe my eyes try to cheat me... projecting something that on my head try to make it real.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"want some coffee?"&lt;/span&gt; ...i asked her...still no reply....so i make 2 cups of instant coffee...while doing that i asked her again .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"been here since last night?"&lt;/span&gt; ....an ever so slight nod of her head...this might be real... it not a figment of my imagination...to make sure i asked again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"youve been waiting all this time?"&lt;/span&gt; ....no answer....the instant coffee are ready....so i set the 2 mugs on the table... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"drink"&lt;/span&gt; ...i said...try to start a conversation while being cool at the same time....still silence... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"be better if you drink something"&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was thirty seconds before she raised her head slowly.....evently....and gazed absently at the picture hanging on the wall....a few strands of hair lay plastered againt her dampened cheeks....an aura of wetness about her.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"dont mind me"&lt;/span&gt; ... she said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"i didnt mean to cry"&lt;/span&gt; ....i held abox of tissues to her....she quietly blew her nose... and then brushed the hair from the cheek.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"actually... i planned on being gone by the time you returned....i didnt want to see you"&lt;/span&gt; ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"but you changed your mind... i see"&lt;/span&gt; ...never been in this situation before...so i try to keep my cool...i lit 2 cigarettes....1 for me and another to her.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"i went to a funeral...when it was over...i went to bar"&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"you dont need to explain anything to me"&lt;/span&gt; ...she said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"im out of the picture already"&lt;/span&gt; ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im not explaining....im just making a conversation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she shrugged and pushed her brassiere strap back inside her dress...her face has no expression...she asked me if the deceased is someone she knew....i told her that the dead is an acquaintance of sorts from years back.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"female"&lt;/span&gt; ...she asked again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"ya"&lt;/span&gt; ...is my answer to that question...she pursed her lips...and then she relaxed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she take another cigarette and lit it....she inhaled and spat out the smoke....3 times in rapid succession....she drank her coffee....after a while looked me in the face... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"tell me...if i died....would you go out drinking like that?"&lt;/span&gt; ... a pensive 60 seconds went by.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"maybe"&lt;/span&gt; ...that all i can say to her....honestly i didnt know how to react to that question....another 60 seconds went by....she finished her cigarette and her coffee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"maybe it good enough for me"&lt;/span&gt; ....she packed her things....and before she go out the door she said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"youre probably right"&lt;/span&gt; ....she toying with the lighter that i gave her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"i come here to talk thing through...but i guess that not the point right now....is it?...i know well enough myself"&lt;/span&gt; ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;among the women a man meets in his life...there are only three who have real meaning for him....no more....no less....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7648938337818109368?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7648938337818109368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7648938337818109368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2490819821661003799</id><published>2009-08-15T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:37:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck, blue eyes, goodbye</title><content type='html'>well....you shouldve called....i wouldnt have answered.....but you couldve text a message...which i wouldve quickly erased....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2490819821661003799?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2490819821661003799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2490819821661003799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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different</title><content type='html'>berita sudah habis&lt;br /&gt;18 ekor rimau&lt;br /&gt;3 kupu kupu&lt;br /&gt;bunga melati, abu, si matahari&lt;br /&gt;masalah&lt;br /&gt;nekad&lt;br /&gt;obsessi&lt;br /&gt;mencari 250 atau 350&lt;br /&gt;niat sungguh suci&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;kesalahan yang dicipta&lt;br /&gt;hati merah patah&lt;br /&gt;itulah risiko&lt;br /&gt;itulah beban&lt;br /&gt;cuma&lt;br /&gt;pengajaran belum di terima&lt;br /&gt;yang normal&lt;br /&gt;belum pasti mengerti&lt;br /&gt;belum pasti menghargai&lt;br /&gt;masih kabur&lt;br /&gt;masih mentah&lt;br /&gt;hati berdarah&lt;br /&gt;jiwa berkecai&lt;br /&gt;hanya mampu menilai&lt;br /&gt;di waktu ini&lt;br /&gt;di bawah pengaruh&lt;br /&gt;masih kacau&lt;br /&gt;2 pagi&lt;br /&gt;mabuk lagi&lt;br /&gt;tak akan ingat semua&lt;br /&gt;bunga melati, abu, si matahari&lt;br /&gt;teman sepi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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different'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7401971205063640175</id><published>2009-08-10T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:34:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STFU</title><content type='html'>why dont you go into the kitchen...and open the fridge....look in the back....all the way back....theres a can of coke...cold chillin....i want you to reach back there and take it...open it up and take a nice long drink....mmm...was good....wasnt it?...now i want you to look at the can and make sure its a 350ml can.....of Shut The Fuck Up.....&lt;div 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title='STFU'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2908238373135439089</id><published>2009-08-08T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:33:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you see kay</title><content type='html'>if you see kay...&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;tell him he may...&lt;br /&gt;you such a beach..&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;see you and tea...&lt;br /&gt;tell him from me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2908238373135439089?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4400752736709652074</id><published>2009-08-04T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:32:35.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SpSiVBOjBwI/AAAAAAAAD2c/R7wu6gMLyXs/s1600-h/tech_support_cheat_sheet.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374098737350248194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SpSiVBOjBwI/AAAAAAAAD2c/R7wu6gMLyXs/s400/tech_support_cheat_sheet.png" border="0" /&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/399423983979397085-4400752736709652074?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4400752736709652074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4400752736709652074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4400752736709652074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4400752736709652074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/08/it.html' title='it'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SpSiVBOjBwI/AAAAAAAAD2c/R7wu6gMLyXs/s72-c/tech_support_cheat_sheet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-950482059266601445</id><published>2009-07-30T01:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:31:24.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remorse</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; are the last drink you never should drunk...&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; is the body hidden in the trunk...&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; is the habit you cant seem to quit...&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; are my secrets on the front page every week...&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; is the car you never should have bought...&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; are the train you never should have caught...&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; are the cut that makes me hide my face....&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;_____&lt;/u&gt; are the party that makes me feel my age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the difference between ignorance and apathy?....&lt;br /&gt;i dont know and i dont care....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-950482059266601445?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/950482059266601445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=950482059266601445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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following your heart is what people forget to mention... that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldnt be.... places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring.....and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending.....and thats not even the difficult part.....the difficult part is when you follow your heart....you leave normal....you go into the unknown....and once you do.....you can never go back.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5658445538943326236?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5658445538943326236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5658445538943326236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5658445538943326236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5658445538943326236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-6507903472198786331</id><published>2009-07-23T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:28:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic comedy</title><content type='html'>a few things ive learned on my travels through this crazy little thing called life....a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know most people....they go their whole life and they never find someone they love you know?....they say they do because everybodys the star of their own romantic comedy....but their full of shit....you...me...him...everybody...we had women that loved us for who we were.....really loved us for who we were....and we fucked it up.....for what....some stupid piece of ass we forget about ten minutes later?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do man are such a dog.?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual mathematical equations devoted to this popular question have suggested it is true...though not for the simple reasons you might think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-6507903472198786331?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/6507903472198786331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=6507903472198786331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6507903472198786331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6507903472198786331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/romantic-comedy.html' title='Romantic comedy'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7464549599745312915</id><published>2009-07-16T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:26:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>the saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad..... you know.... when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go... "no... im happy for you?" thats when its really sad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7464549599745312915?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7464549599745312915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7464549599745312915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7464549599745312915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7464549599745312915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8500092563873175298</id><published>2009-07-13T22:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:25:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforced error</title><content type='html'>that day i met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beatle&lt;br /&gt;a spiderweb&lt;br /&gt;a cherry blossom&lt;br /&gt;a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;a skull&lt;br /&gt;and a tribal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those things that werent supposed to happen?&lt;br /&gt;they happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the floodgates were expected to open&lt;br /&gt;im sure the decision is in fact a correct decision but taken at a wrong time&lt;br /&gt;what i like about this experience is&lt;br /&gt;that it is such an honest thing&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left me with&lt;br /&gt;too small white gold ring&lt;br /&gt;for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does nobody understand?&lt;br /&gt;what happens next is up to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;codeine . . . bourbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does all hell break loose or will hell freeze over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SrByciC1QDI/AAAAAAAAD2k/twbTA-YNlrk/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381927389208330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SrByciC1QDI/AAAAAAAAD2k/twbTA-YNlrk/s400/072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8500092563873175298?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8500092563873175298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8500092563873175298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8500092563873175298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8500092563873175298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforced-error.html' title='Unforced error'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SrByciC1QDI/AAAAAAAAD2k/twbTA-YNlrk/s72-c/072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-5636602966803536591</id><published>2009-07-10T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:24:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>everbody has a secret world inside of them... all the people in the whole world... i mean everbody....no matter how dull or boring there are in the outside....inside them they all got unimaginable...not just one world...hundred of them ...thousand maybe....magnificent...wonderfull...stupid world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5636602966803536591?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5636602966803536591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5636602966803536591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5636602966803536591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5636602966803536591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-850175474414773172</id><published>2009-07-08T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:24:15.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vain</title><content type='html'>youre so vain..&lt;br /&gt;you probably think this post is about you...&lt;br /&gt;youre so vain...&lt;br /&gt;ill bet you think this post is about you...&lt;br /&gt;dont you?..&lt;br /&gt;dont you?...&lt;br /&gt;some of the post it might be about you...&lt;br /&gt;some may not...&lt;br /&gt;some may seem it all about you...&lt;br /&gt;but it about other people...&lt;br /&gt;some may seem about other people...&lt;br /&gt;but it definitely about you....&lt;br /&gt;sometime it look like it about you...&lt;br /&gt;but honestly it not....&lt;br /&gt;it purely coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;an honest mistake...&lt;br /&gt;so chill out will ya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-850175474414773172?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/850175474414773172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=850175474414773172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/850175474414773172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/850175474414773172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/vain.html' title='Vain'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1066917138577898455</id><published>2009-07-05T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:22:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>most of us have some hidden talent...some people can sing... some people can play music...some people good at math....some people are born athletic(but marathon it not a sport that need talent to be good....i write about this some other time)...some are good at drinking...some can do backflip and whatnot....mine is that im good at being a hypocrite.....i know that i am good at this...but this week im god...im so good even i believe it myself...hahaha....you should see me...im articulate...polite...funny...awesome...smart but not so smart...im likeable...im doing 180 man...those people worship me....if they know how i hate them.....loathe them...despise them...they would kill me....this week was my 4th ring for kobe...my treable for pep...my masterpiece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1066917138577898455?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1066917138577898455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1066917138577898455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1066917138577898455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1066917138577898455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterpiece.html' title='Masterpiece'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-790383214323287387</id><published>2009-06-29T14:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:45:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-loathing</title><content type='html'>there is no right or wrong decision....only a consequences of that decision....i guess i dont like the consequences of my action very much right now....i need to get my shit together before it to late ....because i dont know what im doing half the time .... the other half im not so sure if i remember doing it.... but i do know this.... if i keep cracking joke....and taking another drink....and pretending that life is 1 stupid party....i will miss everthing....not everthing la.... some of it....a tiny litttle bit of what life is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had another chance will you do it differently....well everbody say that... and its bullshit....cause you will do it just the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is to fucking boring not to try......yeah....fuck that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-790383214323287387?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3589306731916742207</id><published>2009-06-23T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:15:51.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consultation</title><content type='html'>i dont know why i ask the question when i already know the answer but i wish i didnt.....the answer to the question.... although i may recall i didnt ask directly..... is within my own self....it a good solution....but i cant take it....thanks though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3589306731916742207?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3570076059637507199</id><published>2009-06-22T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:15:31.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;booze isnt really your drug of choice anyway....&lt;br /&gt;youre addicted to chaos....&lt;br /&gt;for some of us....&lt;br /&gt;its coke.....&lt;br /&gt;for some of us...&lt;br /&gt;its bourbon.....&lt;br /&gt;for some of us...&lt;br /&gt;its x.....&lt;br /&gt;but you?....&lt;br /&gt;you got hooked on disaster.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3570076059637507199?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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started...but it a shame...most of the cast were changed for a new character...the series still air until now....but a lot have changed since 97.....now i watch a few episode of it... but i need to get to know some of the new character...which is kinda suck ...but gradually the series still have some good storyline to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this miniseries started in 98.... ive been watching it for almost 11 years....it tell a story about a different group of people stuck in a university....u got a nerd...a rebel...a slacker....a drama queen...the prom queen.... a jock.....a player...a bitch...all those group stuck together....it was good for the first half of the series...where there a lot of issues involve...it got some comedy...some action...the drama...the romantic....all of the genre were there....but after a few season ... the show become boring....the character have grown up...instead of showing all the fun the series had...it become a serious series...with an occasionally few fun ....most of the character in the series were married... only a few still single...which is the minorities....now the series theme are more to parenthood....it may be fun for some viewer but not to me...but lately there are some episode that was good.... it show some break up stuff...where some heart been broken...it also have some lesbian issues....and it also have an episode where the character bitching about another character....which is so much fun....other than that...it was the same old issues...im not sure wheter the series will continue or maybe the producer will have a spin-off for some of the character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wasted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this was a fun show.... the show is all about partys...boozes...girls...drugs...and boozes....watching the show gave me some great moment....the episode where they throw one of the biggest party ever...where most of the cast were sooo wasted....then there was an episode when one of the character have 2 girlfriend at the same time....there also an episode when one of the cast were so wasted he became another person.....the show was a blast....the series started in 99....but i only saw the series in 03...at first i really hate the series.... some of the character were so fake....but eventually the series become better....by the end of 06 the show it not for me anymore....the writer dont have any new issues to write...so they start to create a romantic situation among the cast....the series is kinda Grey Anatomy but not....it become so predictable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it a story about a group of stoner and 1 drug free dude...the show like a documentary.... showing all the process of gettin a hit...it like Weeds but it suckier than Weeds....i watch it for a couple of season...but right now i stop watching....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plan b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is a new series that i watch.... it start in 01 but i religiously watch it in late 07....the show is like Lost...where u dont now what might happen in the next episode....u dont know what the show is all about... it have everything....but when im watching it sometime it felt like i dont belong to the show...because i dont know the history and the relationship between the cast...so it felt awkward sometime...but sometime kinda a feel good about it because not knowing make it a lot more fun.....this last few episode... the show kinda lost it spark...i dont know what happen ... but maybe the producer trying to go a different direction...maybe to capture a few more audience....some of the character are growing up.... move on to a different level...some are trying to grow up ...some become a different person...some even lost their cool.....the show become bleak and boring....maybe it just a while...i need to watch a few more episode to make my mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is a review from one tv addict.&lt;/span&gt; &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/399423983979397085-7077814885559646939?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-6291922364810929121</id><published>2009-06-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:12:36.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here we are...all of us....basically alone...separate creatures just circling each other...all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection....some look in the wrong places....some.. they just give up hope because in their mind...theyre thinking "oh...theres nobody out there for me"....but all of us... we keep trying....over and over again.....why?...because.... every once in a while... every once in a while.... people meet....and theres that spark.... and yes...dude...they handsome... and they beautiful...they weird...they brutal...they ugly... and maybe thats all they see at first.... but getting to know other... thats when a group of people become one..... although it is scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space..... but whats important is we try.....and when we do it right... we get close..... to what?... breaking the laws of physics?....a miracle?.....nah ... i dont know....but we get close to something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-6291922364810929121?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/6291922364810929121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=6291922364810929121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;maybe deep in my mind i want to see it...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it true ....&lt;br /&gt;maybe im making it true so i would believe it....&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was stage....&lt;br /&gt;maybe it exist...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it just apophenia....&lt;br /&gt;maybe it just pareidolia....&lt;br /&gt;maybe im paranoid....&lt;br /&gt;maybe im thinking to much...&lt;br /&gt;maybe im right....&lt;br /&gt;maybe im wrong...&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i have seen the fnords....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1552123797762734461?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1552123797762734461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1552123797762734461' title='0 Comments'/><link 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defence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it'd lose even its imperfection.im free fallin.i wanna fall into nothing,i wanna leave this world for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;basically what the message mean is that everybody life suck...and if we ignore those flaw...the life itself would be meaningless....would be nothing....and once in awhile we want to escape .... and people do whatever it takes to break from the loop for just a moment....im not very sure about the true meaning of the message.....this is want i think what is supposed to means.... maybe at the very moment it have some profound or some deep explanation....but i dont remember...what im so sure that this message is not a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cry for help...&lt;br /&gt;an invitation for mano e mano session...&lt;br /&gt;attention whore alert....&lt;br /&gt;some corny hook up or pick up line...&lt;br /&gt;definitely not a suicide note.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/399423983979397085-675403755205504072?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/675403755205504072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=675403755205504072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/675403755205504072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;with a glass of pinot in my left....&lt;br /&gt;and a bottle of chardonnay in my right...&lt;br /&gt;looking happy...&lt;br /&gt;it might be the happiest day in my whole life ...&lt;br /&gt;living the moment....&lt;br /&gt;the moment might be forever....&lt;br /&gt;the scenery was delightful...&lt;br /&gt;i can smell the rite smell...&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the bird chipping while the blue at sunrise playing in background...&lt;br /&gt;someone tap my shoulder....&lt;br /&gt;i turned around...&lt;br /&gt;she standing there...&lt;br /&gt;someone daughter, someone mother,someone wife....&lt;br /&gt;she pour the wine on my face...&lt;br /&gt;throw the bottle into the pool...&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a slap in the face...&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?...&lt;br /&gt;no words...&lt;br /&gt;no bitching....&lt;br /&gt;no yelling....&lt;br /&gt;just like that...&lt;br /&gt;and it over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on dude...it supposed to be a good dream...or it should end with some happy ending...dude why on earth you were there....i dont care about the meaning or a clue or some deep shit pertaining to the dream.... why you were there....it confused me....what bother me the most is why you ruin it for me....damn you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im disturbed yet curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;im bitching bout the her in the dream not on real life.... capiche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-6667985879879542260?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/6667985879879542260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=6667985879879542260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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contract</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fifteen Diesel Whores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Assistant Chief of Fun Officer&lt;br /&gt;Chubby Inc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: Termination of Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fifteen Diesel Whores&lt;/span&gt; Contract with &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen Beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fifteen Diesel Whores&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;top10beaches&lt;/span&gt; welcomes the decision made of &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen Beaches&lt;/span&gt; to terminate from the chill out contract previously made with the Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fifteen Diesel Whores&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen Beaches&lt;/span&gt; has correctly determined that the agreement, as originally designed, cannot be properly fulfilled to &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen Beaches&lt;/span&gt; high international standards. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;top10beaches&lt;/span&gt; welcomes this news, and commends &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen Beaches&lt;/span&gt; for choosing the right course of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;top10beaches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2900649752251109130?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2900649752251109130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8008069831109799181</id><published>2009-05-28T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:00:10.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Més que un club</title><content type='html'>his first season ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt; years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt; games played...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;154&lt;/span&gt; total goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;105&lt;/span&gt; goals in league...&lt;br /&gt;average over&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 60%&lt;/span&gt; ball possession every single game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; La liga title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; Spanish cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Champion league...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; arsenal "hero konon"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; monyet who score in the final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; greatest player who prove he better than chistina...&lt;br /&gt;first club in Spain to win the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;treble&lt;/span&gt; of La Liga, Copa Del Rey and UEFA Champion League...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.... gloating time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8008069831109799181?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8008069831109799181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-836282041738144669</id><published>2009-05-26T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:58:00.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a dream is the experience of envisioned images, sounds, or other sensations during sleep....the events of dreams are often impossible or unlikely to occur in physical reality, and are usually outside the control of the dreamer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im thinking about this weird dream i had last night that in retrospect is making me sort of sad.....scared...confused...repent...i wont go too into it...im not giving you details...well im confused as a baby in a topless bar....it so weird everything dont make senses...it also make me doubt every action made after the dream....as weird the dream seem.... it also felt so real....it fucked up everything that been planned...it made me do some soul searching....it made me wanted to play the white knight instead of the black king....maybe there are governing rules to how people behave and respond....maybe there is a scientific way of looking at emotions....maybe im just taking this too far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you slept... and what if in your sleep you dreamed....and what if in your dream you went to someplace and there you picked a strange and beautiful flower....and what if when you awoke you had the flower in your hand?...... ah.....what then?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;god it feels so strange.... ive had periods of time before where i feel detached... but this is different....even though i dont really understand it after all....i dont even know what im talking about.... im not really sure what im trying to say..... i guess ill stop writing now.... im out of words for the moment....where the sejadah?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-836282041738144669?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/836282041738144669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=836282041738144669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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are may be the fuel they burn to stay alive....whether those memories have any actual importance or not.... it doesnt matter as far the maintenance of life is concerned.....they are all just fuel....advertising filler in the news paper....sidney books....dirty pictures in a magazine......a fucking proposal....when you feed them to fire....they are just paper....the fire isnt thinking &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'oh this is worth a lot'&lt;/span&gt;....or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'oh this is the best seller'&lt;/span&gt;....or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'nice tits'&lt;/span&gt;....while it burns.....to the fire.....they are nothing but scraps of paper.....it is the exact same thing.....important memories.....not-so-important memories.....totally useless memories .....there is no distinction .....they are all just fuel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 hours till the moon sleep.....so there were we....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;miss example-of-murphy-law&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;miss soon-to-be-mrs&lt;/span&gt;...trying to kill time before 8....talking...listening...watching PDA...smoking...in matter of days...it will be over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it would be awesome if you guys cry during the main event....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it would be super awesome if you guys fall apart and hate each others and not friend anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only time will tell that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it would be the man if you guys still together until one of you die....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2322926272928850844?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2322926272928850844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2322926272928850844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2322926272928850844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2322926272928850844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/05/run-out-of-luck.html' title='Run out of luck'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-5031275256063478646</id><published>2009-05-19T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:41:30.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny</title><content type='html'>when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us.... we often find that it is those who... instead of giving advice... solutions.....or cures.... have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.....the dude who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion....who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement....who can tolerate not knowing.....not curing....not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness.....that is a dude who cares....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5031275256063478646?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5031275256063478646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5031275256063478646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5031275256063478646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5031275256063478646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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that we know the other person well.... but do we really know anything important about anyone?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"what do you think?... im not a starfish or a pepper tree.... im a living, breathing human being.... of course ive been in love...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my answer to her(not an exact quote,but it cooler this way), &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss my-hobby-is-to-ask-other-personal-question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...damn man.... she ask to many question... question that i dont even ask myself....she so nonchalant ask people bout their personal life... question that make you uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss i-go-with-the-flow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which think that innocently(what another word for innocent .... ignorant... or what i like to call stupid) believe that relationship is all about heart...she foolishly believe that it nothing to do with experience or knowledge or hardwork or other things... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"the heart want what the heart want"&lt;/span&gt; that is her mantra ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this questions and opinion doesnt seem to bother most people.... given the chance... people are surprisingly frank when they talk about themselves.... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"im honest and open to a ridiculous degree"...&lt;/span&gt; theyll say.. or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"im thin-skinned and not the type who gets along easily in the world...."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"im very good at sensing others true feelings...."&lt;/span&gt; but any number of times ive seen people who say theyre easily hurt... hurt other people for no apparent reason.... self-styled honest and open people... without realizing what theyre doing... blithely use some self-serving excuse to get what they want.... and those &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"good at sensing others true feelings"&lt;/span&gt; ...are duped by the most transparent flattery.... its enough to make me ask the question.... how well do we really know ourselves?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7716871034418161334?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7716871034418161334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7716871034418161334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7716871034418161334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7716871034418161334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-word.html' title='The M word'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7458461774090850845</id><published>2009-05-06T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:30:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niche</title><content type='html'>i talk bad about dead people..&lt;br /&gt;i fight the injured...&lt;br /&gt;i dont like old people...&lt;br /&gt;i not comfortable with other people parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my fucking niche... u got it... now go mess with other people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7458461774090850845?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7458461774090850845/comments/default' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2068954726919707516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2068954726919707516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/04/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1796607670604420553</id><published>2009-04-21T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:48:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking jive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Se6FJH-W14I/AAAAAAAACm4/7-HjOPbzmpk/s1600-h/talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Se6FJH-W14I/AAAAAAAACm4/7-HjOPbzmpk/s320/talking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327341801031784322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;part one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that a thing about people knowing anything about you before you meet them....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is that you have to work just to get people back to knowing nothing about you.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i would take me an hour or two at this point....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to ease someone mind into knowing nothing about me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from thinking they know something about me.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;part two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;part of me doesnt like it when everything works....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont think everybody like it when everything works.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when i was 25....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont want everything to work....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i knew those were the years that is suppose to be fight it out.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and to expect your whole life to be the place when you have to fight it out....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and then realise that you dont have to anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;part three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it only fun when youre trying to get into your grasp....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it like you know when you catch it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;throw back into water and catch it again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that really what i wanna do in my whole life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1796607670604420553?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1796607670604420553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Se6FJH-W14I/AAAAAAAACm4/7-HjOPbzmpk/s72-c/talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1639275494285258115</id><published>2009-04-16T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:29:26.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec4MTPF8dI/AAAAAAAACmw/jisEMphni8Y/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec4MTPF8dI/AAAAAAAACmw/jisEMphni8Y/s320/red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325286868362064338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she smokes like an amethyst....&lt;br /&gt;when shes deep in thought.....&lt;br /&gt;her black hair curls down her slender white neck.....&lt;br /&gt;on a cold lonely night she calls.....&lt;br /&gt;sorry!.....&lt;br /&gt;smoking a cigarette here and not divine!.....&lt;br /&gt;she smokes a mild seven while a Nouvelle Vague song plays.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1639275494285258115?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1639275494285258115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1639275494285258115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1639275494285258115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1639275494285258115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/04/cancer.html' title='Halus'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec4MTPF8dI/AAAAAAAACmw/jisEMphni8Y/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8786413165895272580</id><published>2009-04-16T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:22:16.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Love Not Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec1PL_LpvI/AAAAAAAACmo/hMc7cKOnnSg/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec1PL_LpvI/AAAAAAAACmo/hMc7cKOnnSg/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325283619421005554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i see what you did there...you trying to open me up so you could hurt my feeling...you like to hurt people.....well, i like to hurt people too....and you know what?....im better at it than you.....im about to hurt you more than you could ever can hurt me...... see, i just saw right through you....alone of all the people youll ever meet, i understand you....and youll never see me again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8786413165895272580?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8786413165895272580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8786413165895272580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8786413165895272580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8786413165895272580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-love-not-lisa.html' title='For Love Not Lisa'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sec1PL_LpvI/AAAAAAAACmo/hMc7cKOnnSg/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3823351606845769055</id><published>2009-04-15T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:53:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if we could just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what would that look like?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you dissolve away the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;malicious lies&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;white lies&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and even the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; we dont know  we were telling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what would be left?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SeX-6iu2R4I/AAAAAAAACmg/DYooVCc1dpc/s1600-h/lies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SeX-6iu2R4I/AAAAAAAACmg/DYooVCc1dpc/s320/lies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324942416144648066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3823351606845769055?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SeX-6iu2R4I/AAAAAAAACmg/DYooVCc1dpc/s72-c/lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-728183444536538145</id><published>2009-03-29T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:59:19.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches Bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdesibVsTwI/AAAAAAAACmI/YrqEUSca8jQ/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdesibVsTwI/AAAAAAAACmI/YrqEUSca8jQ/s400/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320911192215801602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont usually do this .....&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck.....&lt;br /&gt;i need to do this sometime.....&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for bitching at you about my life.....&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for ranting about my hatred for everything....&lt;br /&gt;i know i have problem...&lt;br /&gt;and it my fucking problem....&lt;br /&gt;sorry for drag you into this mess....&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for you guy that have to listen to me for the last 2 months....&lt;br /&gt;im sorry ... i really am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;anything before february im not gonna ask for forgiveness....&lt;br /&gt;only february onwards to ends of march....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-728183444536538145?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/728183444536538145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=728183444536538145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/728183444536538145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/728183444536538145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/03/beaches-bitching.html' title='Beaches Bitching'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdesibVsTwI/AAAAAAAACmI/YrqEUSca8jQ/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4623189367108869561</id><published>2009-03-24T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:58:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdera2RDWrI/AAAAAAAACmA/uOew1P1Cz_c/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdera2RDWrI/AAAAAAAACmA/uOew1P1Cz_c/s400/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320909962493516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how many brain cells did i kill last night?....that the first thing that pop up in my mind when i wake up...last night for the first in my life ....no amount of alcohol cant get me forget all those shitty feeling....the problems....the feeling of emptiness....the void in my life....even for a while.....it was the lowest low point in my life....i tried to live my life to the best possible moment ...unsatisfied by the ordinary....im are reaching for an epic... extraordinary life...i have my fun... my moment....i tried everything with the limitation that i have....but even so... every now and then i would feel a violent stab of loneliness.... the very water i drink.....the very air i breathed....would feel like long....sharp needles....the pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades.....i could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at 6 o'clock in the morning.....but not last night....last night the loneliness was on another level....multiply that by infinity....take that to the depth of forever....and you still will barely have a glimpse of what im talking about....gile joe black...hahaha....it start with a call....and from there it was hell.....it like everybody and everything decided today was the day to fuck with me....they were like let make this guy day miserable....let fucked him up...let play with his mind....let gang rape this guy believe....and they did...they did it well....im fucked up real hard...i never felt bad about myself before but last night was an exception....im down....im alone and down....logically when you fucked up .... you need somebody to talk to....you need somebody to comfort you... and all those shit...guess what i do...i do what sane human would do... i call those that close to me... i need to talk to someone....and fate decide it otherwise....nobody answer my call...and i was fucked big time.....never in my life i felt this lonely....i need help but nobody wasnt there to help me...i was thinking if life supposed to be this hard?....am i not good enough?...i dont pray enough?....i was 5 buck short on the collection plate....yes... we are alone in the universe....yes...life is meaningless....death is inevitable....but is that necessary so depressing....i dont know what to do ... so i have a drink...i have 20 drinks....whatever i need to do to feel like a normal human being...i do it....i drink and i drink....and i didnt care about the consequences.... because i knew they couldnt be half as bad as not using it...and suddenly something happened....and you know.... this thought crossed my mind at the time....maybe this is what life is all about...this is how people live...this is my edge...maybe getting fucked up is a pretty common thing after all....those kinds of coincidences are happening all around us...all the time... but most of them dont attract our attention and we just let them go by....its like fireworks in the daytime.....you might hear a faint sound....but even if you look up at the sky you cant see a thing....but if we really hoping something may come true it may become visible....like a message rising to the surface....then we able to make it out clearly....decipher what it means.... and seeing it before us we surprised and wonder at how strange things like this can happen.....even though theres nothing strange about it.....so i found my edge....do i have the stone to live there?.....is this my fate?....sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions....you change direction but the sandstorm chases you....you turn again...but the storm adjusts....over and over you play this out.....why?...because this storm isnt something that blew in from far away....something that has nothing to do with you...this storm is you...something inside of you...so all you can do is give in to it....step right inside the storm...closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesnt get in...and walk through it....step by step...there no sun there...no moon...no direction...no sense of time....and you really will have to make it through that fucking storm. no matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be....make no mistake about it....it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades...people will bleed there....and you will bleed too....hot...red blood....you will catch that blood in your hands...your own blood and the blood of others....and once the storm is over you wont remember how you made it through....how you managed to survive....you wont even be sure...in fact...whether the storm is really over....but one thing is certain....when you come out of the storm you wont be the same person who walked in....that is what this all about....its like you go to the beach....you go down to the water....its a little cold....youre not sure you want to go in....there a pretty girl standing next to you....she doesnt want to go in either.....she sees you...and you know that if you just asked her her name....you would leave with her....forget your life....whoever you came with...and leave the beach with her....and after that day....you remember....not every day....not every week... she comes back to you....its the memory of another life you could have had....last night is that girl.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4623189367108869561?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4623189367108869561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4623189367108869561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4623189367108869561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4623189367108869561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-at-beach.html' title='The girl at the beach'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdera2RDWrI/AAAAAAAACmA/uOew1P1Cz_c/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-6118123225461516228</id><published>2009-03-21T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:56:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdep9y2WxLI/AAAAAAAACl4/FMPtek3Vasw/s1600-h/relation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdep9y2WxLI/AAAAAAAACl4/FMPtek3Vasw/s400/relation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320908363848402098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i always envy people who can say thing like " i love you" "i miss you" to their family .... to their parent... their brothers and sisters....it make me angry listening to those words... because believe it or not i never said it to my parent or my brother and sister..... never... it kill me when i saw or heard people around me saying that phrase.... it was like " yo dude can you show your affection somewhere else man" or " i know you love them but please ... dont rub it on me" ... something like that... see ... how freak am i?...i really hate when people do that because they got some balls to say that ... and i dont .... i dont know why.... but there a time and place where those phrase are supposed to be said but ... im chicken out the last minute....i really want to say those thing to my family .....but it floor me down when i cant said to them... i even cant text them those phrase.... yeah i know i got issues with this thing but dont tell me something i know ok?.... i can live with uncertainty and not knowing... i think its much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong.... i have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things.... but im not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things i dont know anything about.... such as whether it means anything to ask why we have to do that?.....why suddenly it all on me?.... i dont have to know the answer......i dont feel frightened by not knowing things.... by being lost in a mysterious history without any purpose... which is the way it really is as far as i can tell...... it doesnt frighten me......but..... doubt fuck everything man.....seriously dude...take a foundation.. no matter how strong.... sprinkle generously with doubt... and watch it crumble....everybody born with some different thing at the core of their existence..... and that thing... whatever it is.... becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside..... i have one too... of course..... like everybody else..... but sometimes it gets out of hand.... It swells or shrinks inside me....and it shakes me up.....what I really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person..... but i cant seem to do it...... they just dont get it..... of course.... the problem could be that im not explaining it very well.... or because they not listening very well..... they pretend to be listening.... but they not.... really..... so I get worked up sometimes..... and I do some crazy things.....there comes a time when every dude needs to make a choice.... whether its a professional choice or whether its a personal choice.......in the end.... its about integrity....and its about chasing after what you really want.... even if that means showing you both care a little...... and sometimes... well... sometimes you just have to do whats right for your family.... even if it means sacrificing your own happiness.....your dream.... when it comes down to it....you just have to be proud of the decision you make....relationships are so... fragile.....it just takes one thing....one... tiny little offense...and it can snowball on you.... and if that snowball starts to pick up speed... god forbid.... you better tuck and go dude.....relationships dont work the way they do on television and in the movies..... will they?... wont they?.... and then they finally do.... and they happy forever.....yeah gimme a break..... and im telling you right now....through all this stuff i have not become a cynic.... i havent..... yes... i do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies..... you can call me a sucker...i dont really care....because i do believe in it..... bottom line is... relationship between you and the person you love.... wade through the same crap as everybody else.... but the big difference is they dont let it take them down..... one of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time..... if its right... and they real lucky.... one of them will say something.............yeah im sorry ma.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-6118123225461516228?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/6118123225461516228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=6118123225461516228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6118123225461516228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6118123225461516228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/03/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/Sdep9y2WxLI/AAAAAAAACl4/FMPtek3Vasw/s72-c/relation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7101872820666975519</id><published>2009-03-20T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:54:25.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdepIp7V95I/AAAAAAAAClw/_qFr0u0BlHU/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdepIp7V95I/AAAAAAAAClw/_qFr0u0BlHU/s400/death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320907450920335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know how i hate roommate right.....this couple of month death is like my roommate....im not saying im suicidal or im thinking about death or experience with death....but couple of friends and family around me are passed away.... at first i dont really give a damn about it... because im not really that close to those people..... one guy used to be close to me... but that a long time ago....and others... some we used to hang out and some were distant cousin or relative....i never have anybody that very close to me died.... except my arwah opah.....when she died at first i dont have this sadness or grieve feeling toward the news.... maybe it because im not there when she passed away .... im somewhere else.... but when i saw the body of arwah ..... only god know how i felt....all the emotions start to show little by little....you start to think what if?....why dont i spend more time with her?....why dont i call her more often?...thing like that a kept playing on your mind..... and i dont realize that there a tear coming from my eyes.... all the cliche about grieve were there..... actually you have been spoon fed with "appreciate those you love while they alive because any day will be their last" sort of thing..... in movies...books...from other people experience....but i dont really take that stories as a reminder.... as something to take note of....at the back of my mind i dont think that this thing will happen to me....it will happen.... but not to me.....that kind of egoistic make me regret  more....all of this make me thinking...how do we live or life?....no matter how deep and fatal the loss.... no matter how important the thing that stolen from us....that snatched right out of our hands...even if we are left completely changed....with only the outer layer of skin from before.... we continue to play out our lives this way....in silence....we draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time....bidding it farewell as it trails off behind.....repeating...often adroitly...the endless deeds of the everyday.....leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.....so what can i do now?...most probally nothing....just think about what comes before words..... im owe that to the dead...... as time goes on....maybe i will understand.....what lasts... lasts... what doesnt... doesnt....time solves most things..... and what time cant solve.... i have to solve it myself.... is that too much to ask?....sure...a little maybe...well of course it does...i doubt that this makes sense to most people...... but I think im right..... people die all the time....life is a lot more fragile than we think..... so you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets...... fairly... and if possible....sincerely....its too easy not to make the effort....then weep and wring your hands after the person dies......but that would be real hard...isnt it?....yes it does.....but its worth trying for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everything passes....nobody gets anything for keeps.....and that how we have got to live....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rest in peace guys.....al-fatihah....amen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7101872820666975519?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7101872820666975519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7101872820666975519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7101872820666975519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7101872820666975519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/03/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SdepIp7V95I/AAAAAAAAClw/_qFr0u0BlHU/s72-c/death.jpg' 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i want is to be free from the mind which trouble me ...my only friend... is draft on the left and mojito on my right ... if i break up or even bend...i sacrifice who i ever been...im i still the same... all the blame are always fall on me...well  im incomplete... so i move around all the puddle special over my feet... my emotion have no bound...and i weep to keep me from drowning down...im so tired from living the way i do.... something got to give.... but im longed to life....who said i was falling... it aint my fault?...no....really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4617740450143786427?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4617740450143786427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/ScJNsYB1slI/AAAAAAAAClI/h3JO3_MVWj8/s72-c/cigi16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2790184047432665461</id><published>2009-03-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:09:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/ScJMf66eU9I/AAAAAAAACk4/2PVOp4NI2y4/s1600-h/smoke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/ScJMf66eU9I/AAAAAAAACk4/2PVOp4NI2y4/s400/smoke1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894621524775890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was check in by 4....&lt;br /&gt;put the sign on the door.....&lt;br /&gt;look up the window of the 11th floor.....&lt;br /&gt;talk to city that know me by name and all the bad thing that i do......&lt;br /&gt;i shed 5 bitter tears into 5 bitter beers.....&lt;br /&gt;look up my watch and say "when have the year gone".....&lt;br /&gt;im wasting away like a castle of clay....&lt;br /&gt;slowly crumble into.....&lt;br /&gt;i was fucked by 5.....&lt;br /&gt;talking nothing but jive.....&lt;br /&gt;told the bartender he never take me alive......&lt;br /&gt;all of this because i dont sleep for 19 hours straight.....&lt;br /&gt;so i call up marie.....&lt;br /&gt;she have sex for free.....&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of free cocktail she listen to me....&lt;br /&gt;talk about memories and relationship....&lt;br /&gt;and why i can cope up with the scene....&lt;br /&gt;every monday i got this pain....&lt;br /&gt;every wednesday it hit my brain.....&lt;br /&gt;every friday i die.....&lt;br /&gt;cause every day i still dont have my freedom.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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reasons....but doesnt mean that im not gonna try....and when it does failed.... so help me god.... it not gonna be because of some silly rule.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7442172041634765624?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7442172041634765624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7442172041634765624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7442172041634765624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7442172041634765624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i try every approach to living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i try... try it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i havent try everything but i try every approach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sometime you have to try everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to get the approach the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i try it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bought a bunch of stuff ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and like nahh .. i dont like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i kinda came into that for a couple of time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i thought i would shut myself off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i thought maybe that cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe that what you should have to do to be genius...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is you have to be mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so if you could be mad before the word genius...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe you can make genius appear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;right?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that doesnt work either....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and im in a good place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im pace myself pretty well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im near 30 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ive seen some cool stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;made a lot of stuff happen for myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im made a lot of stuff happen for myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that a really cool sentence when you in your 20s....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"im made it happen for myself man"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but all that mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it that im just somehow i found i way ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to synthesize love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or synthesize soothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you cant get that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and what im saying is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ive mess with all the approach except for one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and it gonna sound really corny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but that just love...that just love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im done everything in my life that i wanna do ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;except just give and feeling love for my living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i dont mean like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;roman-candle-firework-hollywood-hot-pink love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i mean like i-got-your-back love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont need to hear "i love you"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you guys love me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i love you ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we got that down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but some other people who would tell you they love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it the same people who be the last who have your back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im gonna experiment with this love thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;giving love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;feeling love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i know it sound really corny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but it the last thing i got to check out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;before i check out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1757278587393456345?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1757278587393456345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1757278587393456345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it been 9 hours since my last fix...&lt;br /&gt;im ok if you care....&lt;br /&gt;but the itch is killing me....&lt;br /&gt;the last 7 days was a blast...&lt;br /&gt;i slept an average 3 hours a day...&lt;br /&gt;most of my time either in office or in datacenter....&lt;br /&gt;how do i know im an addict?...&lt;br /&gt;i no longer watch tv...&lt;br /&gt;i answer my phone even though im asleep...&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have a proper dinner...&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a weekends...&lt;br /&gt;but mostly because of this....&lt;br /&gt;ive turned down an invitation to a bachelor party....&lt;br /&gt;it not an ordinary bachelor party...&lt;br /&gt;it was a bachelor party that you seen on tv shows or movies...&lt;br /&gt;where they have booze and striper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;booze&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;striper&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;damn...&lt;br /&gt;im a workaholic....&lt;br /&gt;yeah....i said it...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chubby&lt;/span&gt; used to be...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this fucking job....&lt;br /&gt;im so quiting this job....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow... i will get wasted.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5436100812764946168?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5436100812764946168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5436100812764946168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5436100812764946168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SaWJz03J1aI/AAAAAAAACj4/ImmbSjZi3Q4/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306799259382306210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;always a bridesmaid never a bride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1727573398487923383?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1727573398487923383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1727573398487923383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1727573398487923383'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>are you here to punish us men?....&lt;br /&gt;you got all the quality for us to fall into....&lt;br /&gt;do you were created by pure hatred?...&lt;br /&gt;but you come out beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;this "beautiful evil" were offering seductive gifts....&lt;br /&gt;and they name you ....&lt;br /&gt;all-gifted....&lt;br /&gt;sometime ....&lt;br /&gt;your deceitful feminine nature become least of my worry...&lt;br /&gt;although...&lt;br /&gt;your purpose is to multiply all the trouble....&lt;br /&gt;for you who bring with you a pithos....&lt;br /&gt;at first....&lt;br /&gt;i did not want to throw my life away....&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much the other evils might torment me...&lt;br /&gt;but rather to go on letting myself be tormented anew....&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;to that end....&lt;br /&gt;you promptly scattered the contents of your pithos....&lt;br /&gt;releasing all the evil of mankind....&lt;br /&gt;but one is left behind.....&lt;br /&gt;elpis....&lt;br /&gt;for a moment elpis was left within her unbreakable house...&lt;br /&gt;before long...&lt;br /&gt;elpis carrying flowers or cornucopia in her hands....&lt;br /&gt;in truth......&lt;br /&gt;it is the most evil of evils because it prolongs my torment....&lt;br /&gt;it dont matter ....&lt;br /&gt;either out of curiosity or malicious act....&lt;br /&gt;yes....&lt;br /&gt;you are anesidora....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-580369534126631893?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/580369534126631893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=580369534126631893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;hi....&lt;br /&gt;can you do me a big favor and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;just slap me and walk with disgust?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8790471708224915371?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8790471708224915371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8682583409105897338</id><published>2009-02-19T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:12:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>i wanna smoke cigarette in my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drink until my liver cry...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna capture all those moment...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna remembered all those line...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch every sunrise on an old bench at the quiet beach...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna read until my finger bleed....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep until im bored....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hang out until my buntut say fuck off....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play all video games whenever i want....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna chill everywhere ....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live in that moment over and over again....&lt;br /&gt;it sound stupid.....but why not?......&lt;br /&gt;i wanna write a song....&lt;br /&gt;when the sky is empty and the earth is dry....&lt;br /&gt;im pouring my passion for you.....&lt;br /&gt;make you crazy and make you thirsty....&lt;br /&gt;i want the whole world to know youre mine....&lt;br /&gt;the weather gone mad and the see is boiling....&lt;br /&gt;that why i want to seize the day....&lt;br /&gt;stop wasting time.....&lt;br /&gt;and be a dream chaser....&lt;br /&gt;an angel like you...&lt;br /&gt;should have wing and name....&lt;br /&gt;should have fatal beauty...&lt;br /&gt;should belong for me once....&lt;br /&gt;the ends of the world scare me not.....&lt;br /&gt;i will keep enjoying myself....&lt;br /&gt;cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;creating you&lt;/span&gt; make me less piss off.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8689288714191916923</id><published>2009-02-17T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:48:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;dont know why midori came by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but i could see by the look in her eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;midori been drinking at laundry for a while....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;playing with the thought of leaving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dont know why but midori just smiled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and mentioned something about how you were right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;must have been hard to see through the tears she was hiding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she said "i might not be seeing him soon"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i have got a few things i have been waiting to do"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;midori came by tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;she says to say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;looked outside at the car in the drive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and the suitcase on the back seat inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;sure its so she cant look out behind at the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;dont look down she seemed alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you might be asking where is midori tonight?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;somewhere out on the highway im sure she is fine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8689288714191916923?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8689288714191916923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8689288714191916923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you dream that the world will know your name?.... so tell me your name...and do you care about all the little thing or anything at all?...hope you dont....i want to feel all the chemical inside ... i wanna feel... i want to know how it feel to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25 ....i want a sunburn just to know that im alive....not be zombie without control and feeling ....and that why i have dark skin color....i wanna live just to seize the day when we all get along....i wanna scream ... scream my hatred out loud for everyone to hear....and knowing how screw up i am.....do you believe in the day that you were born? ... please tell me you believe....do you know that everyday is the first of the rest of your life?....i just figure it out recently....and you know the pain that brought you here today ... so what can you fucking do?....and you know the tears for losing those you love .. when yesterday gone....so please remember not to waste another day .... not to worry your mind....dont be a pussy to cash in the winning lottery...and please forgive me for taking so much time ... to get back on my feet....im not sorry for the thing ive done .... but for wasting your time....when you have so much hope in me....what you dont realize is that im always a low-life-scumbag-loser-jerk-man-on-the-side not a update-in-thing-current-issues-classy-default-pretentious-prick that you want me to be....and i will fight it out cause i know i can...and i will sleep tight cause i know i can....i wont surrender....and Dr please dont tell me if im dying ... cause i dont wanna know....if cant see the sun maybe i should go....and dont wake me up because im dreaming of slutty pumpkin....where everyone you know are leaving to soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is to one last day in a shadow ... and to know a brother love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this to california city angel ... and the crazy people that she met....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this to all of us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4033211461233875085?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/4033211461233875085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=4033211461233875085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/4033211461233875085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;or lack thereof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;after all the crushes are faded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and all my wishful thinking was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;im jaded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i hate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;no im not the man i used to be lately....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;see you met me at an interesting time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;if my past is any sign of your future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you should be warned before i let you inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;its kinda hard trying to survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in all this crazy weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;everybody wants my number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;everybody calling my name ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;now all of these people ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;is it lonely at the top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;or do I find comfort in all the things I got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;well these car keep me moving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;these wine keep me high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;friends.... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;money....check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;good times... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;entertainment... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;all... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;all of you.... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;everyone.... check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;having fun....check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and i dont know what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;no i dont know what it is at all??...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;something missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but all I feel alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;it might be a quarter life crisis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;or just the stirring in my soul ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so i will check the weather wherever you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;cause i wanna know if you can see the stars tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;might be my only right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;should have smiled in that picture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;if its the last that i will see of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;its the least that you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;could not do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i guess its the price i have to pay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;still ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;everything happens for a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3 more traffic light to my apartment but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i am tempted to keep the car in drive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and leave it all behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you be a bitch because you can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1260413267770778907?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1260413267770778907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1260413267770778907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1260413267770778907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1260413267770778907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2074123021479810292</id><published>2009-02-14T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:35:39.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Levant Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;have you ever been in dupdvwxv?... horrible isnt it?... it makes you so vulnerable.... it opens your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up..... &lt;/span&gt;you build up all these defenses..... you build up a whole armor... for years... so nothing can hurt &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you... then one stupid person... no different from any other stupid person... wanders into your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid life... you give them a piece of you.... they didnt ask for it.... they did something dumb one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;day... like kiss you or smile at you....and then your life isnt your own anymore..... dupdvwxv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;takes hostages.... it gets inside you..... it eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness.... so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;splinter working its way into your heart..... it hurts..... not just in the imagination..... not just in&lt;/span&gt; the mind..... its a soul-hurt.... a body-hurt.... a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain..... nothing should be able to do that..... especially not dupdvwxv....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;abstain eleventh chippy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2074123021479810292?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2074123021479810292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2074123021479810292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2074123021479810292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2074123021479810292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/02/levant-epiphany.html' title='Levant Epiphany'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-5189287897186082445</id><published>2009-02-13T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:32:33.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vietnamese&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trong == to think high of, to hold in esteem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah rite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but in reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or in a parallel universe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it more suitable for this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trong == totally and utterly fucked up,things are really fucked up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my life definition is not like throwing a dice in a Lord of The Ring Risk board game&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but like an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with blank cards&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for infinite stakes&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with a dealer who wont tell you the rules&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and who smiles all the time&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im tronged .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5189287897186082445?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5189287897186082445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5189287897186082445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5189287897186082445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5189287897186082445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/02/verb.html' title='Verb'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1276390553821721896</id><published>2009-02-12T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:35:12.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antipathy</title><content type='html'>i know...&lt;br /&gt;days will come and go...&lt;br /&gt;but dude we will grow old...&lt;br /&gt;but we will die...&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;is it worth it to be sad...&lt;br /&gt;if it's harder to be glad...&lt;br /&gt;to be alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but the trouble i have caused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;where do i belong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is it here?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh about the past...&lt;br /&gt;and secretly...&lt;br /&gt;wish we could go back...&lt;br /&gt;and save the heart....&lt;br /&gt;as i look around this room...&lt;br /&gt;seeing worried eyes i know....&lt;br /&gt;its time we cannot buy....&lt;br /&gt;was this worth the time to write....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1276390553821721896?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8030077565898584015</id><published>2009-02-11T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:21:28.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>hanging out at idaman&lt;br /&gt;the same old thing we did last week&lt;br /&gt;not a thing to do but talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hisap shisa dengan gigi&lt;br /&gt;the aircond suck but we dont care&lt;br /&gt;some will gone but lepak live on&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still rocking in idaman&lt;br /&gt;we're all alright&lt;br /&gt;we're all alright&lt;br /&gt;yeah, haha, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play gin rummy untill 4 pagi&lt;br /&gt;loser nye die kena jentik banyak kali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a thing to do but talk to you&lt;br /&gt;not a thing to do hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;we still rocking in idaman&lt;br /&gt;we're all alright&lt;br /&gt;we're all alright&lt;br /&gt;yeah,oh yeah,oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menyanyi ikut lagu thats 70s show by Cheap Trick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8030077565898584015?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8030077565898584015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8030077565898584015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8030077565898584015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8030077565898584015'/><link 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topic of our conversation when we hangout....what we talk about....i have this set of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "friend"&lt;/span&gt; that i usually hang out with...we talk about everthing...our past...our litle problem....what we do over the weekend...where we want to go for holiday...we talk about ghost and porn...we talk about who we hate the most...we talk about people who are really annoying and stuff .... basicly we talk about everthing and anything .... that does matter in our pathetic life... which for me was awesome... and fun ....and amazing....and original... but i do have another set of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "friend"&lt;/span&gt; who talk about current issues....political status in our country and stuff... they talk about the in thing in the news...where this people take the mainstream opinion and discuss it over dinner... they talk about the family and the marriage realtionship... cause most of them are married... and i felt out of place in the conversation...because some of us... the minority are not into that kind of shit yet... so please be reasonable ok ... we are there to.... i also have this set of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"friends"&lt;/span&gt; who talk about their accomplishment in life... dont be wrong im happy for your success...but do you need to fight among yourself....who have the best job... who have the biggest salary... who have the cool car...who have the beautiful wife/girlfriend... who have the expensive iron.... you guys being doing this thing for a long time .... dont you guy get tired of it .... if you really want to brag because that your thing.... because that your adrenaline rush... why dont you guy fight who are the biggest asshole in the group....fuck face....there another set of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"friend"&lt;/span&gt; who i use to hangout with them... but we dont see each other much.... recently we met and hangout ...and it was like hello, darkness, my old &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"friend"&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha... it was peculiar....this people that i used to know are totally in a different shell....they not in the same shell that i know them...i was like in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey... or in the time of monkey i was a chimpanzees .... they change for god sake.... and i dont...and that was disturbing....the guy that used to be a punkster...is a clean cut guy....no more piercing... no more boot...and he have hair...the guy who used to be a black metal hardcore fan ... is no longer have long hair.... no more black nail polish .... no more dimmu borgir t-shirt...the gut who used to be a tupac shakur fanatic....is no longer talk about gansta rap and shit... this is from a guy who can recite the whole lyric of tupac shakur song without even blink....and this one guy who used to worship rage againt the machine ..... is no longer talk about freedom... no longer talk about this fucked up system .... i was shock to see this changes happen... from a group of people that used to break a rule for a sake of breaking a rule.... just for fun of it ... this was a group of people who get into the system to prove that the system is wrong....but what happen in 10 years....they change...they said "it not me againt the world anymore"... i was stunned ... for me it still me againt the world... were this group of people change so drasticly that they become another set of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"friend"&lt;/span&gt;...talking bout current issues and brag about stuff...but no they only change in their shell but not in their heart....their still bleed rebel...they talk about nationalist....socialist....communism....they talk about cuba....about how they worship north korea...about the different between islamic political system in turkey and malaysia... they talk about prevention of bribery in indonesia.... how SBJ mastermind the plan ... they talk about ghandi and the form of pakistan and bangladesh....they talk about thing that i dont have a clue about it but yet im interested and curius...there i understand ... only the shell change not the soul .... i still have hope....and still have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"friend"&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-5864078564632645696?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/5864078564632645696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=5864078564632645696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/5864078564632645696'/><link rel='self' 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sight&lt;br /&gt;beneath a vicious square root sign&lt;br /&gt;i wish instead i were a nine&lt;br /&gt;for nine could thwart this evil trick&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll never see the sum, as 1.7321&lt;br /&gt;such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;when hark! what is this i see&lt;br /&gt;another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;has quietly come waltzing by&lt;br /&gt;together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;to form a number we prefer&lt;br /&gt;rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;we break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;and with a wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;and love for me has been renewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Square Root of 3 by David Feinberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im disturbed yet curious.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7618747575592272472?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3532756703204840195</id><published>2009-02-05T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:11:48.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>skating uphill is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;it weird ...&lt;br /&gt;but amazing...&lt;br /&gt;years of gliding downhill and pushing uphill...&lt;br /&gt;and now its suddenly gliding both way....&lt;br /&gt;its like going from C to Python...&lt;br /&gt;you dont realize how much time you spending on the boring parts...&lt;br /&gt;until you dont have to do it anymore....&lt;br /&gt;but coding C or assembly make you a better programmer....&lt;br /&gt;maybe the boring part build character...&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;but it depend on how you want to spend your life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life a waste of time... time a waste of life so lets all get wasted and have the time of our life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3532756703204840195?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/3532756703204840195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=3532756703204840195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3532756703204840195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3532756703204840195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/02/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7291302163046645617</id><published>2009-02-04T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:10:20.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you not the people im hanging out with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you not the person im asking a favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you not even the guy that i talk to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you not even a dude on my hate list ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;you dont  even deserve my hypocrite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it doesnt matter what you did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;it doesnt matter what i felt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;what matter is that you did something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;and for that thing i wont forget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;waiting for a right time to return the favor......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7291302163046645617?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-571153519305996726</id><published>2009-02-03T11:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:39:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebel from another me to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;with my 11 days off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my good time and my stage fright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;in another night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;where the lights are loud and bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;one dream from waking up saved....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;too shy to hold in the rage ... i hope that was a wrong line....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i know no luxury....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;of knowing what your eyes read....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i know one million ways ... yes i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to always pick the wrong thing to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a love that you never gave....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i told you i always a time zone away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dude its not out of spite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i just know whats right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sometimes a memory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;only sees what it wants to believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and whats filled in between....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;are days and nights that dont ever mean a thing ... you know they dont...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it such a simple suicide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;some people call it a second chance that they never tried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;what i want  you to understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sometime i need a helping hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so you think that youve seen it all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;is that a fact?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so out your mouth a dictionary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spouts about this and that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you got your dos, your donts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;your because and your why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i dont trust that motherfucker too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who dont take their own advice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-571153519305996726?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/571153519305996726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=571153519305996726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/571153519305996726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/571153519305996726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/02/bebel-from-another-me-to-me.html' title='Bebel from another me to me'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8792447654330978354</id><published>2009-01-21T18:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:21:55.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it start with a .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and things got real suddenly .... no more fantasy .... no more illusion.... like your worst nightmare coming true .... things that i believe (psychological state in which an individual holds a proposition or premise to be true) is substantial.... what a fucked up world we live in ..... hahaha ...what if you sincerely believed something was true... but you were dead wrong?... what if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right... that you wouldnt even consider the truth?... would the truth be silenced... or would it try to break through?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;never cross my mind that this will happen to me ... ive felt saudated .... longing for things that ive known but not remembered ... i have what i need ... checked everything that i own literary and figuratively .... but something is missing ...in speaking of this desire ... which i find in myself even now... i feel a certain shyness... i am almost committing an indecency.... i am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you... ive open a pandora box ... things that i dont want to know ... things that i shouldnt know .... and things that never cross my mind ... all absorbing into this shity things call brain of mine ... the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like "memories" and "those are the days" and "my younger day"... the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when.. in very intimate conversation..the mention of it becomes imminent...we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves... the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell...though we desire to do both....  we cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience..... we cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it... and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name.....our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter.....is this a jokes? ... an inside joke only fews understand it.... while we stumble and fall ... try to stand back .... we amuse an elite group of people who have this schadenfreude emotion towards other ... im not mad .... im in rage .... in fact im rager than rage (if such a word exist) .... my heart fill with hatred ... because there are few thing that i dont understand ... and i cant find someone who understand all this shit .... and its knock me ...  damnnn... haihhhhhhh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i used to think somewhere in the future ... i will change ... i will have my own transformation ... my refinement of self ... or someone will change me... nahhhh...maybe ive lost a lot of my brain cell ... due to excessive drinking and inhaling those cigarette smoke .....how do i come with that thought?.... crap ... people cant change .... only a tiny fraction may change a little bit ... but to change drastically ... maybe 1 in a trillion or something like that ... the percentage is low ... so much low .... we are who we are ... attitude cannot be change in an instant ... it take years of everything to be who you are .... everything that happen in the past... doesnt matter what it is ... it build your character ...our expedient was to identify it with certain moments in our own past.... but all this is a cheat.... If we had gone back to those moments in the past... we would not have found the thing itself... but only the reminder of it... what we remembered would turn out to be itself a remembering.... all this bullshit is a tease.... forbidden to remember yet  terrified to forget.... it was a hard line to walk.... damnnnn..... dont get me wrong ....i dont hate my life .... i love it .... im not hating myself ....i worship it... it just something that i dont agree .... something that need to be said .... im not saying my life is perfect ... i cheat ... i lie.... i altered certain things to make me feel good... im just saying that how you sleep at night when you tell someone with your poker face that things will be alright when it is not ..... you promise them things that you will know that you gonna break it in a future.... you keep building the lies that to make up for all that you lack.... the books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them...it was not in them... it only came through them....and what came through them was longing.... these things ...the beauty... the memory of our own past....are good images of what we really desire... but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb fuck...breaking the hearts of their worshipers....for they are not the thing itself.... they are only the scent of a flower we have not found....the echo of a tune we have not heard.... news from a country we have never yet visited.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe it was still raining but i didnt notice... i didnt care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ive got pwned with fate so badly ive throw up a little bit.... i am newb to this game .... a low level necromancer with a white bone wand .... haahahha..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8792447654330978354?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8792447654330978354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8792447654330978354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8792447654330978354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8792447654330978354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-fuck.html' title='Mind Fuck'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-7547596298276156466</id><published>2009-01-15T16:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:33:28.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SW8EkQ1RclI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihPkRdDypbY/s1600-h/joke.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SW8EkQ1RclI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihPkRdDypbY/s400/joke.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291453108223832658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;journey (char , char , char )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;int read;&lt;br /&gt;FILE *ptr;&lt;br /&gt;ptr = fopen ("joke.png");&lt;br /&gt;while (( read=fgetc(ptr)) !=EOF)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;printf("%c",read);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;fclose(ptr);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;main()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;int her;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for (her = 1; her &gt; 1; her++)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;if ( her == 0x2c)&lt;br /&gt;break;&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;journey(life,universe,everything);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;printf("Are you sure?\n");&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crap ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7547596298276156466?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7547596298276156466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7547596298276156466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7547596298276156466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7547596298276156466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html' title='Coding'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SW8EkQ1RclI/AAAAAAAAChY/ihPkRdDypbY/s72-c/joke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-6796528861296719081</id><published>2009-01-14T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:58:51.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when did we forget our dreams? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind ... the sheer number of experiences i could have is uncountable ... breathtaking ... and im sitting here refreshing my inbox ... we live trapped in loops .... reliving a few days over and over ... and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us ... we see the same things each day ... we respond the same way ... we think the same thoughts ... each day a slight variation of the last ... every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of society norms ... we act like we just get through today... tommorrow our dreams will come back to us ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and no ... i dont have all the answer ... i dont know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become ... but i do know one thing ... the solution doesnt involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold ... it doesnt involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations ... it doesnt involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking thing up ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;this is very important ... so i want to say it clearly as i can ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK  ...  THAT ...  SHIT ...&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/399423983979397085-6796528861296719081?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/6796528861296719081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=6796528861296719081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6796528861296719081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/6796528861296719081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/01/reverie.html' title='Reverie'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-4734827735634838848</id><published>2009-01-13T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:57:36.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Some random thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ip man&lt;/span&gt; make you wanna go berserk against everyone who gave you a weird look..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;life is full of surprises, but never when you need one..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i like it better when i`m unmotivated and i don`t care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;this act of rebellion would be meaningful to me if you stop supporting it wholeheartedly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;there is no problem so awful that you cant add some guilt to it and make it even worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;life is lot easier if i keep my expectation low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yes, it does take away &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 minutes&lt;/span&gt; of my life... i am not a slave to it.... its actually the other way around.... when im smoking, i own that cigarette.... and that isnt really a bad place to be in..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;why my phone always restarting when im in melaka?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;thought that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 50 miss&lt;/span&gt; call is annoying ... but it actually mean that people do care for you ... although their ranting and scolding is not exactly fun....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some malay song does evolve quite nice..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;every little thing that i do ... i know someday will have a great effect in my life ....like a chaos theory....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;randomness is not really random at all .... it always have it own unique pattern....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dont know when the feeling will sink .... try to speed up the process by manipulating  the environment.... waiting for the worse ... but everything are a little bit slow ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2 days&lt;/span&gt; trip to the south was above average .... it will get better if the waitress at eleven give me at least &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2 more sho&lt;/span&gt;t of sambuca...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;having tea in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;zheng he&lt;/span&gt; house was so serene and peaceful .....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;plan C&lt;/span&gt; because&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; plan A&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;plan B&lt;/span&gt; will not always work .... believe me on this ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;if you think there will be a possible 2 choice .... think against .... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you have to make a decision make sure you have what its take ... or dont make any&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;real time decision it not perfect.... it always have flaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a dialog with yourself once a while because the voice know what you really want ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;second opinion or third opinion it just another opinion .... you know the answer before you heard their opinion...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;786&lt;/span&gt; is a cool slang word ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sometime im tired of playing stupid...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;200 kg&lt;/span&gt; = your mum.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;220 kg&lt;/span&gt; = your mum include cheap jewelry... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;224 kg&lt;/span&gt; = your mum include cheap jewelry plus makeup .....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;starting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt; autoconfiq ... searching for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt;.... found no open networks ... found secure net &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SSID&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cool_chick_network&lt;/span&gt;"...trying common password ... failed... checking for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WEP&lt;/span&gt; vulnerabilities... none found ... connecting to bluetooth phone... calling local network... found &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cool_chick_friend&lt;/span&gt;... notifying field agent .. friend aquired ..calling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cool_chicks&lt;/span&gt;... negotiating for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt; password... fuck ... fuck ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CTRL-C&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CTRL-&lt;/span&gt;C....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe it to early for jokes huh....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;some night typing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"hug"&lt;/span&gt; just doesnt cut it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you start to understand ... to figure it out ... to feel the meaning ... when the tears start to fall... then the dj change the song ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF!!!!1111oneone1111!!!!&lt;/span&gt;.... crap duh ....hahahhaha....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sometime i wonder what if my blood level is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.25&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new year celebration was so awesome .....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i wonder .... i could spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100 bucks&lt;/span&gt; on guitar or i could buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 shot&lt;/span&gt; of jager bomb and play the air guitar...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;prev-&gt;next=toDelete-&gt;delete-&gt;next;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;delete toDelete;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;//if only forgetting were this easy for me&lt;/span&gt;  ....   haihhhh   ...   sniff ......     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;assert" it going to be okay ";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;still to early for jokes .....damn....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the phrase &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;" abang gedeng apa barang"&lt;/span&gt; still playing in my head...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;on subject of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;abang gedeng&lt;/span&gt; .... feel like one when i wear those shirt from animal .... warghhhhhhh ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am i narcissist.. full of my self ... proud of my fault ... stubborn ... opinionated ... see others as weak .... ignorant ....inferior ..... ???  ... maybe i am....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sometime people ask me a question that i dont have the time to ask me yet.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wish that wise men told me a lie ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hope that i can live a life like python ... everything is so simple ... where Hello World is just ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;print "Hello World"&lt;/span&gt; ... to overcome stress just typed .... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;import antistress&lt;/span&gt; .... to having fun just typed ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;import fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe life is a pursuit of unatainable perfection ... maybe is imposibble to create something bug free or idiot proof .... maybe im a fool ... maybe the tyranny of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;murphy law&lt;/span&gt; is a penalty of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hubris&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you can be mad in the morning or the afternoon instead .... but you choose not to .... damn ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one hand on the trigger of the telephone.... wonderin when the call comes... when you say its all right.... haahahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to start a new life ... do you have to let go the old one?.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;qilin&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chilin&lt;/span&gt; .... yeah ... nice word though ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;playing cool consume a lot man ....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where to find neil gaiman novel?.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;communication is so important yet so highly overrated....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hope it about time the for jokes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-4734827735634838848?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-9010649818173074541</id><published>2009-01-04T11:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:48:26.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veisalgia</title><content type='html'>To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at this bar right.... trying to have some fun while it still open .... all the normal stuff ... get wasted ... have some buzz ... couple of fight ... get rejected... you know thing people do before the bar is closed .... then out of nowhere something attract me ... something exquisite ... stunning ... ravishing ..... i try to analyse it from far ... try to get a glimpse what it look like ... got intimated at first ... the voice inside my head tell me it just a temporary .... a cache .... volatile ... but im drawn to this ... so i get closer ... to figure it out  what is this thing .... it spell Absinthe ..... damnnnn .... it something that ive been looking for .... i was on seven heaven .... i was elated .... i find something that i need ... something that suited me ... it perfect like a glove .... but i got this mixed feeling .... there is no turning back if i take this Absinthe .... the after effect is devastating .... either it give me euphoria or catastrophic feeling ....haihhhhhhhhh ... so i wait ... make some reaserch about this Absinthe ... try to find more ...  the more i wait the more i want it .... it killing me .... im start to do stupid thing .... hold the bottle .... see it from a different view ....read the content like it was a text book ... those kind of thing .... i also get envious when other people have it .... it stress me out ... after a while ... cant stand it anymore .... made my desicion .... i prepared for the worst case scenario and stuff .... i set my expectation low .... taking my own advise... i got a taste of Absinthe ... it was good ... it better that good .... i feel free ... i feel relieved .... after all the waiting ... but it last for a second .... because there a twist .... im too ready for the worst case .... i got blitz from other scenario .... something that im not prepare .... something anomaly .... something out of ordinary ... something that only a cool drink can gave you ... im dazed ... dont know how to deal with this feeling ... not sure what the next step ..... either left it there and never coming back .... untill time tell ... or be cool about it .... the problem with the latter, what if i crave for another taste .... what if im addicted to it .... aint it back to the beginning? .... crap.... still doesnt have an answer for that .... can i live in denial? ... am i cool enough? ... questions I know the answers to I don't need to ask, right?.... haihhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the next step .... i dont know what the future might hold ... maybe tomorrow wasnt really something to think about.... and let fate decide it otherwise .... whatever happen im glad i taste this Absinthe ... im grateful that i made this mistake ... i have no regret .... it a beautiful mistake ... it a great ride ... although it a shame it have to stop ... but im happy that  i get a taste before the bar is close ... i like to think that i made something right after all those fucked up thing ive done since the the bar is open ... still have the hangover to prove it ....whatever happen after this, only one thing im sure of .... Absinthe will always be my constant.... it may sound pathetic ...it may sound ridiculous... but a night like this it not something you can forget.... it gonna live with you through out your life..... six number one more to dial............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the word for feeling guilty, relieved, proud and obsolete all at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-9010649818173074541?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/9010649818173074541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=9010649818173074541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/9010649818173074541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/9010649818173074541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2009/01/bar.html' title='Veisalgia'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8466203084448695699</id><published>2009-01-04T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:19:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like that</title><content type='html'>when you first meet somebody.. you find out they like you.. first of all.. a friend of a friend of theirs say.. he or she really really likes you.. and it kills you.. floors you.. sends you to the ground.. you have got to pick yourself up off the ground.. then you get their phone number and you call them up.. right.. and you say&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "yeah.. that's a really great phone conversation.. can i see you some time?"&lt;/span&gt;... and then they say this.. they say..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... nothing feels better than&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;... so now... your blood pressures goin.. you are six feet off the ground.. you cant sleep.. because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;.. so then you hang out for a while.. and you call and you talk on the phone all the time.. and then you drop the bomb... what feels like the bomb, you say..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "you know what, ive been thinkin about you a lot"&lt;/span&gt;.. and she goes.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"ahhhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt;... and you go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"what happened?"&lt;/span&gt; and she goes.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im sorry, i just, i just, i just, that's, ive been thinking about you too"&lt;/span&gt;... bam... higher into the sky.... but now&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... tch... done.... now you are up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im thinkin about you"&lt;/span&gt;... then however number of months pass... it makes you feel comfortable saying it.. you say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i gotta tell you something"&lt;/span&gt;... they go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"what?"&lt;/span&gt;... you go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im in love with you"&lt;/span&gt;.. And nothing in the world sounds better than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im in love with you"&lt;/span&gt;... and then maybe she starts crying.. or maybe he goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"*gasp*"&lt;/span&gt;... and all the sudden you're like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im in"&lt;/span&gt;.. but now what doesn't work?.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"ive been thinkin about you"&lt;/span&gt;.. now we're at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"im in love with you"&lt;/span&gt;.. then maybe some day it'll move up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i love you"&lt;/span&gt;... fast forward... now you're like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i love you a lot.. i love you more than anything in life"...&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i love you"&lt;/span&gt; doesn't work... its a threshold that keeps movin up... fast forward, like six months, six weeks, whatever the case may be.. now you're on like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i want to marry you"&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i want to impregnate you with my love"&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i wanna, i wanna just send my love to you"&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"damn it, words don't work anymore"&lt;/span&gt;.. and then you say this line, and you know, you know you've used this line before..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "i just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what i feel"&lt;/span&gt;.. and so now he or she starts askin..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt; and you start goin.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"of course I love you"&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"well say it"&lt;/span&gt;.. and then it becomes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"say it twice"&lt;/span&gt;.. and it goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"say it three times"&lt;/span&gt;.. and then, you cross a really interesting point.. where all the sudden it becomes &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"i hate you, i hate you"&lt;/span&gt;.. and you go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"oh my god she hates me"&lt;/span&gt;.. and now it's like&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; "i hate you more than anything"&lt;/span&gt;.. and then it's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"we're over"&lt;/span&gt;.. and then they go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"no we're not"&lt;/span&gt;.. and you go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"yes we are"&lt;/span&gt;.. now the words completely do not work at all.. you are left with nothing.. you are throwing punches under water.. you are done.. you know what the moral of that story is.. if there is one... never, ever, ever, ever underestimate the power of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"i'd like that"&lt;/span&gt;...yeah ... who am i kidding....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8466203084448695699?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8466203084448695699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8466203084448695699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8466203084448695699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8466203084448695699'/><link 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/&gt;well, I do things you know....&lt;br /&gt;stupid, illogical, inefficient things, humans, get use to it......&lt;br /&gt;all of us wear masks...&lt;br /&gt;they can be worn out of love and the desire to remain close to those around us....&lt;br /&gt;to spare them from the complicated reality of our frayed psyches.....&lt;br /&gt;we trade honesty for companionship....&lt;br /&gt;and in the process never truly know the hearts closest to us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more friends...but people are such jerks....&lt;br /&gt;if you can just get most people to leave you alone.... you are doing good.....&lt;br /&gt;if you can find even one person you really like.... you are lucky....&lt;br /&gt;and if that person can also stand you.... you are really lucky...&lt;br /&gt;what if you find someone you can talk to while you smoke cigarette on a bright sunday morning?....&lt;br /&gt;well, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i suppose there's no point in getting greedy, is there?....&lt;br /&gt;am i at peace with myself?....&lt;br /&gt;am i still under scotoma influences?....&lt;br /&gt;are my dopamine in my caudate nucleus is low?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say it out loud that i hate this word ..... it something .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7891223389706651186?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7891223389706651186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7891223389706651186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7891223389706651186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ME??....&lt;br /&gt;just what are you implying?....&lt;br /&gt;that i need to change??.....&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;fuckface....&lt;br /&gt;as far as im concerned....&lt;br /&gt;im perfect the way i am!....&lt;br /&gt;for your information....&lt;br /&gt;im staying like this....&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else can just get used to it!....&lt;br /&gt;If people dont like me the way i am....&lt;br /&gt;well.....&lt;br /&gt;i gave you jari hantu!....&lt;br /&gt;Its a free country!.....&lt;br /&gt;i dont need anyone's permission to be the way i want!.....&lt;br /&gt;this is how i am....&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it!.....&lt;br /&gt;damnnn.....&lt;br /&gt;life's too darn short to waste time trying to please every meddlesome moron who's got an idea how i ought to be!.....&lt;br /&gt;i dont need advice!.....&lt;br /&gt;everyone can just stay out of my face!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those people that im comfortable with .... dont fucking change .... i like the way you are .... but a litle tweak here and there would be nice ....&lt;br /&gt;happy fucking new year .... may your wish do come true .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1476350179555499366?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1476350179555499366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1476350179555499366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1476350179555499366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1476350179555499366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;damnnnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's all part of big ineffable plan....&lt;br /&gt;all of it...&lt;br /&gt;you, me, him everything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;i dont belong there....&lt;br /&gt;i underestimated it....&lt;br /&gt;i thought it just a great cosmic game of chess .....&lt;br /&gt;actually it just a very complicated solitaire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont bother to answer it....&lt;br /&gt;if we dont understand .....&lt;br /&gt;we wouldnt be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There never was an apple.....&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt worth the trouble you got into for eating it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haih........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1069391805269823187?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2577681912589456305</id><published>2008-12-17T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:03:54.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hate is an irreducible feeling that is not definable at all..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;banyak bende yg menyebabkan aku&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; benci&lt;/span&gt; //&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; benci&lt;/span&gt; adelah satu perkataan yg kuat sangat maksud nya .... so aku tukar jadi&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; meluat&lt;/span&gt; ... aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meluat&lt;/span&gt; bila orng tu mengada ngada2 ....perasan die cute abis la belagak blur ... anjing .... tu bukan cute ... tu bodo .... dah berapa kali aku tulis di dlm blog nie .... di mana aku alergic dengan orng bodoh nie ... setengah orng alergic ngan seafood, habuk, ayam tapi aku alergic ngan stupid people .... aku cuba juga untuk hindari specis nie ... tapi kadang2 aku tertipu juga .... berbalik pada topik &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meluat&lt;/span&gt; ... aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meluat&lt;/span&gt; bila orng asyik tanya aku soalan yg obvious dah ade jawapan die ... tak pun usaha skit je lagi dpt jawapan die .... ni same kes ngan bagitau kat aku bende yg aku dah tahu .... mcm la aku tak nampak bende tu .... tolong la jgn insult intelligence aku bleh tak .... come on la tell me something that i dont know.... aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meluat&lt;/span&gt; bila orng tu cuba jadi stereotype ... contoh kalau lelaki mesti tau pasai keta, mesti tengok bola .... tolong lah cuba jadi individu bleh tak .... jadi diri sendiri .... kalau ko lelaki tapi ko tak suka keta ... takpa... it nothing wrong with that ... aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;menyampah&lt;/span&gt; bila ade orng perasan die tu better dari orng lain dari segi agama .... ape yg die cuba buat ialah sound orng lain yg jahil skit dari die .... die tak tau bila die dah ade perasaan riak yg die rase die bagus sangat tu dah berdosa .... cara die sound orng pun tak berapa btui ... ade hati nak perbetulkan orng .... bagus mengingat kan orng lain pasal agama ... tapi ade care nya ... cara yg beradap, bersopan santun .... agama takde suruh hang pi sound orng camtu ja ... lepas tu yg perasan bagus sangat nie follow semua bende yg in thing skrg... ikut semua bende dlm tv tu .. tak ke "God is in the tv" ... ko pergi ikut ape artis tu buat ... ape iklan tu suruh ... tolong la fikir skit boleh tak ... aku&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; benci&lt;/span&gt; bila orng tu tak mau kata no ... walaupun die kena gak kata no ... tapi sebab die nak jaga hati orng lain, jaga status, jaga serba serbi ... die sanggup kata kan yes jugak ... ye jaga hati orng tu bagus .... tapi fikirkan pasal diri sendiri jugak ...tak yah la pasal orng lain ... u dont live ur life .... semua orng dah besar ... dah boleh fikir ... diorang sepatutnya faham .... kalau diorang tak faham sama ade diorang tu stupid tak pun ignorant .... aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meluat&lt;/span&gt; bila orng tak reti differentiate between serius and lawak .... tengok la body languages orng tu bila bercakap ... nie main assumption je .... aku&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; love/hate&lt;/span&gt;  bila orng tu cunning/slick/smart kerana aku tak bleh nak confirm sama ada die tau/buat2 tak tau/tak tau pasal sesuatu bende ... adakah die suka bermain this kind of game? .... adakah die mau outwit, outsmart and outlast aku? .... adakah dia ignorant/stupid?.... adakah mcm2 lagi..... yg membuat aku interest bila die lebih pandai dari aku .... tapi membuat aku lost interest bila die tak tau apa2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial la aku nak tulis pasal bende lain .... boleh tulis pasai bende nie pulak ... damn the devil to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2577681912589456305?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2577681912589456305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2577681912589456305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2577681912589456305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2577681912589456305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/11/suit.html' title='Suit'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3907334012398760522</id><published>2008-12-17T12:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:04:16.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luahan Hati 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;REMINDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For entertainment only. Tiada kaitan diantara yg hidup atau pun yg mati.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 12 hari menghilangkan diri dari dunia seni blogging, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; kembali dengan entry terbarunya untuk menjawab segala pertanyaan tentang gossip gossip liar yang tersebar melalui internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenapa baru sekarang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kembali ke dunia blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya saya mengambil keputusan untuk berehat seketika di &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rahsia&lt;/span&gt; selama dua belas hari untuk menenangkan fikiran. Saya juga ingin menjauhkan diri daripada segala perkara negatif yang menghantui diri selama ini. Sekarang saya kembali setelah muncul gossip2 panas di internet dan untuk membetulkan perkara sebenar yang terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Siapa yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;maksudkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlulah saya nyatakan siapa orangnya, cukuplah kalau saya bagi url blog mereka,&lt;a href="http://ayedpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://d2cat.blogspot.com/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt; . Paling menyedihkan, mereka orang yang rapat dengan saya sendiri. Apalah dosa saya kepada mereka? Saya tak pernah kacau orang, apatah lagi segala yang saya lakukan tidak melibatkan sesiapa pun. Jika saya buat salah, saya tanggung sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Setelah pulang dari berehat, adakah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;kembali tenang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya tidaklah sangat, kerana walaupun saya jarang melepak, saya tetap mendapat pelbagai cerita yang tidak mahu didengar. Saya ingatkan apabila jauh dari sini, saya akan dapat ketenangan yang saya inginkan. Sebaliknya, saya tetap dihujani tuduhan yang tidak henti-henti. Apa yang mereka dapat dengan berbuat sedemikian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kenapa agaknya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;selalu menerima nasib sebegini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun tidak faham mengapa saya sering menjadi sasaran. Padahal, saya juga menjalani kehidupan sama seperti orang lain. Saya masih ada masa untuk keluarga dan kawan-kawan. Salahkah saya menghabiskan masa dengan kawan-kawan seperti orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; sering dilabel sebagai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Mann&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Betulkah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mereka benar-benar mengenali saya, tolong jawab bila kali terakhir saya &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Mann&lt;/span&gt;? Kadang-kadang, mereka ini langsung tidak saya kenali, apatah lagi mereka yang tidak mengenali secara mendalam siapakah &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; yang sebenar. Kenalilah &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; sebelum mengata yang bukan-bukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Apa pesanan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lelaki Awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;untuk mereka yang berperangai seperti ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3907334012398760522?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/3907334012398760522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=3907334012398760522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3907334012398760522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3907334012398760522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/12/luahan-hati.html' title='Luahan Hati 1'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-3495040051483061498</id><published>2008-12-05T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:25:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost in a Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;imaginary friends&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;freak duh .....&lt;br /&gt;it happen to children not adult ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;internal monologue&lt;/span&gt; is more suitable explanation....&lt;br /&gt;it also involve in&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; introspection&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;with a foundation of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;self-awareness&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;to find the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;self-consciousness&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;in order to understand the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;and being control by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;conscience.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;with the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; language of thought&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;philosophy of mind&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;will lead to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;free will &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; self&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sine qua non to some.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-3495040051483061498?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/3495040051483061498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=3495040051483061498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3495040051483061498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/3495040051483061498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghost-in-shell.html' title='Ghost in a Shell'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1255737074033501896</id><published>2008-12-03T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:13:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little thing</title><content type='html'>happiness come in a mysterious way ...&lt;br /&gt;although your life fucked up both way you need some thing that can take your mind away...&lt;br /&gt;even for a second ....&lt;br /&gt;dont want to complicated thing.....&lt;br /&gt;it come in a simple thing ....&lt;br /&gt;happiness is like chocolate ...&lt;br /&gt;you eat, then you are happy for a few second ...&lt;br /&gt;because it contain unsaturated &lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;-acylethanolamines which might activate cannabinoid receptors or increase endocannabinoid levels resulting in heightened sensitivity and euphoria....&lt;br /&gt;it also contain phenethylamine, and endogenous alkaloid....//freak duh&lt;br /&gt;how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; a home meal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a nice chat during dinner&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; a book or two or a whole box&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; a tv with astro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;a call to say hi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;an invitation to a lunch/dinner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a small talk over the instant msg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a post on a blog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a visit from family&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a laptop to borrow&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; a clean house&lt;/span&gt;, a. . . .&lt;br /&gt;all that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.....&lt;br /&gt;albeit it only took a second, minute or hour a day ....&lt;br /&gt;but still by default it is a happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2495461525718569080</id><published>2008-11-28T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:53:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is emo stuff .... im pmsing right know ... lot of ranting and bitching .... read with coutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a lot of thing that i need to talk about ....&lt;br /&gt;but it seem there is no particular person to talk to that seem to make it right ....&lt;br /&gt;warghhhhh .... need to sort this trust issues sometime .... fuck it ...&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if the enviroment play a part ... or it just phase that all of us going through once in ur life.... or it just me getting old .... or it just a normal thing that i never care or notice before ....&lt;br /&gt;i think about it a lot which take the toll of time of my own ... but looking back what im writing before it occur to me ... i do have to much time ... but never doing nothing with it .... except all the useless stuff.... hahahaha ... or this is a part where i start to grow up .... being mature .... act like people from my age ..... dammmnnnn ..... tired .... it the word im looking for .... but not exactly the right word .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you never solve ur problem, always run for it.. from the tiny one to the big problem all of it snowball and blow it up in ur face.and what u do after it .... u just smile and say that was good shit ... that ur problem" ...... said this girl .... she a "friend" of mine ..... we know each other for the past 10 years.... fuck her ... dont state the obvious ... i know that shit ... tell me something idont know .... yeah .... that will solve something .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility ....&lt;br /&gt;that the word if scared of .... cause never good with it .... always try not to care bout it ... not everthing revolve around that word ... which make me sick .... never in my life im thinking about the right path or the wrong path ..... because to me the is no right/wrong path .... it just a choice that u make .... it how you intepret the path .... alll people make mistake .... it just a normal thing to do .... so what this fuss about chosing the right/wrong path ... it my life for god sake ... it does mean that it my desicion right? ... always tell myself it just another opinion..... u make ur own path ... ur own decision ..... fuck u who give me doubt abou t how i live my life .... you low life scumbag .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reread what im writing just now make me wanna slap me, hit me on crotch, broke my tooth and make me drink my own blood... all this are just another bump in the road .... dont be a pussy ranting and bitching bout ur life ...... while other people suffer more than u ..... or it just another desperate attempt to get epople attention ..... fuck you .... you attention whore .... mekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need is someone who sane enuff to give me some cool opinon or someone who brave enuff to knock up some sense in this shitty thing call brain of mine .... the consequenses are only 2 ... if im open my mouth one of two things happens.... either forgives me or leaves me..... but everthing change ..... at best, i wind up exactly where i am right now, but it depend on the enviroment also .... it noble to want to confess..... really, it is..... but if the result just damage and pain, that's not noble, that's selfish...... im fucked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an entry that was ... gile fucking em .... shit fuck gile .... omgwtfbbq ....mekeke. .... to much time and not a thing to do .... to yg jadi camni nie .... atau to much sidney sheldon and jeffery archer ..... arghhhhhh... hahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;// this post it just for entertainment only .... no human or animal were harm in the process of this entry just a few bantal and glasses.... dont take this post to serius ....it just another day of pmsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;// stressssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;//enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;// fuck i need a psychaterist ASAP ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-2495461525718569080?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/2495461525718569080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=2495461525718569080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2495461525718569080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/2495461525718569080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/11/noble.html' title='Noble'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-2376590544891752296</id><published>2008-11-25T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:36:35.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiwa kacau</title><content type='html'>i know &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; exist&lt;br /&gt;i thought &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; overrated&lt;br /&gt;i never knew the different between &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; and that thing which look similar but not&lt;br /&gt;i believe &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; happen to to everyone&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of definition&lt;br /&gt;i notice most of us searching for it&lt;br /&gt;i realize some of us try to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;i never thought the effect of &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; is insane&lt;br /&gt;i notice &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; will make u do thing u never do and most of it are stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;i aint regret if i fall for &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i not sure if &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; happen to me or that thing&lt;br /&gt;i sure if i pursue &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt;, thing do change&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday i find &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll have the patient to wait for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; happend naturally&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this thing&lt;/span&gt; so bad but im afraid people do get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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kacau'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-532459731728924156</id><published>2008-11-25T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:03:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream is mimpi</title><content type='html'>is it normal when everytime you go to sleep u have a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku maksud kan setiap kali .... walaupun lu terjaga jap ...pas tu sambung tido balik ... mimpi balik.... sometime mimpi tu bersambung sambung .... cam mini series .... kadang2 lu mimpi bende yg same... in rare ocasion lu mimpi bende yg pelik gile babi ..... adakah korang ingat mimpi korang lepas bangun tido ? ....  i try to remember everthing .... tapi cam biase la tak leh .... one of the functional hypotheses yg aku suka ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Theory of "Oneiric Darwinism." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dreams create new ideas through the generation of random thought mutations. Some of these may be rejected by the mind as useless, while others may be seen as valuable and retained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu laigi theory yg aku suka dan sometime bagi aku explaination about something is the concept of &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt;..... since aku banyak cam rase/namapak thing yg aku rase aku dah buat sblm nie .... so aku amik theory nie sebagai solution untuk problem tu ..... sick duh ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun takde the true expalination pasai dream nie .... aku amik die sebagai entertaiment .... and sometime a "what if solution" .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangpa mimpi dlm black &amp;amp; white ka dlm color ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;// link article dan jawapan untuk soalan ada kat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-532459731728924156?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/532459731728924156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=532459731728924156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/532459731728924156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/532459731728924156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-is-mimpi.html' title='Dream is mimpi'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-8278842321152904153</id><published>2008-11-21T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:48:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blister</title><content type='html'>semalam aku tak pergi kerja .... sebab aku malas ..... dlm pukul 12 lebih makcik aku dtg ... so aku pun kena bangun la ... lepas kena bebel sebakul dua pasai tak kemas rumah .... makcik aku bagitau aku yg die a de cancer .... fuck gile .... tapi tu cite lain kali la .... malas aku nak cite pasai tu ... aku nak cite bende lain .... lepas tu aku pun call &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dulu kurus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;// bukan nama sebenar&lt;/span&gt; ... ajak pi lunch .... lepas lunch kita orng kena pi amik adik dulu kurus kat office die ..... lepas amik &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;raja tidoq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;// bukan name sebenar&lt;/span&gt; .... kami pun nak balik la ..... dalam keta si dulu kurus tanya kat aku &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lelaki awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;// bukan nama sebenar&lt;/span&gt; ... jadi tak malam nie pi tengok performance kawan &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lelaki awesome&lt;/span&gt; kat laundry? ... aku cakap jadi pi .... lepaih tu si &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;raja tidoq&lt;/span&gt; trus pi call kawan2 die ajak pi skali .... pehtu aku pi lepak rumah depa nie ... pasai aku malas nak balik rumah ..... performance dlm pukui 9 mlm start .... bila dah sampai rumah depa nie .... aku duk melayan tv ... aku perak gile pasai dah lama tak tengok tv ...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; // tv rumah aku rosak , sapa baik hati tolong la hadiah kan tv kan aku satu&lt;/span&gt; ..... mekeke ...... dah samapi rumah depa &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;raja tidoq&lt;/span&gt; pun buat la aktiviti yg die suka skali ..... cuba teka apa? ... hint ... same ngan nama die ...ahhaahah.... tinggal la aku dengan &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dulu kurus&lt;/span&gt; melayan tv sambil tunggu kawan depa nie balik.... dlm pukul 9 kawan aku call cakap depa dah nak perform dah .... si &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;orang gila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;// bukan nama sebenar&lt;/span&gt; baru je balik .... yg &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;raja tidoq&lt;/span&gt; still lagi tidoq... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;orang gila&lt;/span&gt; duk tanya nak pergi ka dak tapi die masih lagi duk main ngan kucing die ...depa semua tak bersiap lagi ..... pehtu &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dulu kurus&lt;/span&gt; kata kat aku &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lelaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; yg kalau aku nak pergi dulu die bleh hantar... aku pun agree dengan suggestion dia ...kalau nak tunggu depa nie siap mau dekat sejam lagi .... so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dulu kurus&lt;/span&gt; hantar aku pi laundry .... tapi sebelum aku turn keta aku bagitau kat die ... kalau nak mai nanti call tak pun kalau tak mai nak pi makan ka call ... lagipun aku tak tau camna nak balik sat gi ... so die pun kata ok .... sampai kat laundry member dah tengah perform ... dah main 3 lagu ....nasib baik la depa main 8 lagu ... sempat la aku dengar semua .... die nye band ok la ... takde la crap sangat .... lagu sendiri kira ok ... tapi die nye cover belh pergi gak ..... yg tak tahan pi main lagu jimi hendrix little wing ... member aku nie siap berdiri atas speaker nak goreng sambil tayang gitar gibson baru die yg pukimak mahal nak mampus .... lepas abis band die perform aku pun lepak la ngan mamat nie dengan beberapa member die yg aku tak kenai ... tapi mlm tadi aku nye hipokrit mode melampau so aku bleh lepak gila babi ngan diorang .... lepaih tu ade band budak2 perform .... gile gempak tak ingat .... abis rockstar duh .... atitude gile baik the man ... aku ngan kawan2 baru aku nie bleh pi depan stage nak tengok depa perform ... serius terbaik ... goreng pakai violin punya pengosok tu ... aku tak tau name die apa.... gila best tak ingat .... terase muda remaja balik ....ahhahahaa. .... lupa nak bagitau ... yg kawan baru aku tu semua umur aku .... semua dah jadi budak2 balik .... sampai la abis diorang perform baru la kitaorng lepak kat meja balik .... aku tengok jam dah dekat pukui 12 ..... confirm la depa nie tak dtg... aku pun nak kena balik .... kawan2 baru aku dah nak balik semua pasai depa ade kerja esok nya ..... so aku pun msg la si &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dulu kurus&lt;/span&gt; nie mintak favor suruh amik aku .... setelah 15 minutes tak berbalas .... aku pun call die ... coisssssssss masuk voice mail ....damn gile ... aku call beberapa kali .... tapi still sama ...aku dah gundah gelana .... macam mana nak balik rumah nie ..... aku pun pi cari teksi .... haram satu pun tak dak .... cuak dah nie ... camna nak balik .... aku pun mencuba nasib pi call &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;raja tidoq&lt;/span&gt; ... walaupun aku tahu harapan aku tipis ...tapi aku still mencuba .... mana la tau die terbangun ka .... tapi aku dpt peti suara nye saja .... aku masih mencari teksi sambil membuat panggilan terakhir kepada dulu kurus .... semua benda tak jadi ...teksi tak dak .... dan aku dpt peti suara buat sekian kali nya .... so aku pun nekad .... aku kena balik rumah jugak ... solution die adelah jalan kaki .... fuck gile .... korang bayang kan lah .... late 20s man + midnight + hitam + drunk+ terhoyong hayang+ 30 minutes of walking ...... horror beb .... walaupun aku semput .... time2 nie la nak jadi ... nasib baik aku bawak inhaler ... walaupun aku tak larat ... perut aku besar duh .... walaupun aku muntah di tepi jalan ..... akhirnya aku sampai di rumah ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itulah cerita yg aku nak sampai kan .... moral cita nie .... jangan seronok sangat sampai terlupa camne nak balik ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;//jgn la emo sebab aku guna nickname .... gila tak Fun duh kalau emo ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;//happy friday .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-8278842321152904153?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/8278842321152904153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=8278842321152904153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8278842321152904153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/8278842321152904153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/11/blister.html' title='Blister'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-1914479869975169501</id><published>2008-11-19T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:51:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List 2</title><content type='html'>aku takde bende nak post .... kalau ade pun cam depress je ... so menyampah plak aku nak post menatang tu ... so aku buat second list pasai lagu ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top10beaches top 10 list of songs that remind me of a certain event .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"California Dreamin' "&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Mamas &amp;amp; The Papas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7 org + 1 unplanned vacation+ 5 days + JPA allowance = w00000000t !!!11111!!!!111!11shiftone1!11shift1!!1111capslock1! ... tiap2 ari dengar lagu nie pasal die pasang kat kedai yg kitaorng pergi makan ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Angel"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;walaupun lagu nie pasai orng mati overdose heroin ... tapi bila gua dengar lagu nie ...cam die kasi insaf skit ... kasi fikir pasai hala tuju life gua... kasi lu semangat ... kasi lu pikir lu takde la crap sangat.... crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Angel of The Moon"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thriving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ivory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lagu ni ingatkan aku kat PORN ... CFF 7 ke 8 tak sure la yg mane satu .... ade satu scene nie time die tengah interview sorang minah yg tengah mabuk gile babi sambil nyanyi lagu nie tanpa tersalah lirik which is quite awesome .... pehtu band nie tengah perfom lagu nie kat background ... i know people watch PORN not for the music but do try to listen more maybe u'll find something.... mekeke...//CFF (College Fuck Fest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Taste of Ink"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Used&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this song remind me of how desperate i have to get out of MMU and Melaka... gua kena buat something yg dah lame tak buat = Belajar .... suck duh life time tu .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Picture of My Life"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengar je lagu nie teringat time zaman fucked up kat melaka... u dont do anything to attend the matter but let it snowball untill it blow up in ur face .... goodtime ..... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Blues at Sunrise"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BB King&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7 ari kat redang ... alone .... beach ... sea ... bar ... sunrise ... sunset... good music ... perghhhhhh... the best time of my life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Little Wing"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this song remind me the first 4 years kat mmu duh .... time nie best la ... Loney Planet... Rock and Rock Grill ... Chelsea ... Jonker ..... time nie masih muda remaja lagi ... perut masih boleh pergi lagi ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Let's Get It On"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi .. 2 chicks ... and 1 hell of strip show ... that all i can say .... huba huba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I Believe I Can Fly"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu nie teringat time2 aku masih ade niat suci ... hati aku time nie bersih putih melepak ... time nie tengah ade dream nak tolong orng ... blum corrupt lagi .... tapi akhir nya ......... haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Antichrist Superstar"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this song change me to be me ...... damn you manson ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs that worth mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Boo Hoo Clapping Song"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carburetor Dung&lt;/span&gt; // lagu time naik bas nak pi rombongan/tournament mesti nyanyi lagu ni ... pastu lagu nie default song bebudak jamming ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Northen Star"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt; //band bebudak rumah aku try nak main hole nye album &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Celebrity Skin"&lt;/span&gt; so diorang start practice la kat rumah ... lagu nie la paling susah nak nyanyi ... menjerit2 tapi still tak jadi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Gravity / Man On the Side"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt; // soundtrack life gua skrng ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Paint It Black"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt; - // time kecik2 lagu nie theme song &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nam Tour of Duty"&lt;/span&gt; .... layan duh cite nie ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I Cant Stop Loving You"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Van Halen&lt;/span&gt; // first break up song ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"People = Shit" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/span&gt; // nak masuk programming mode (bunyi tranformer bertukar)... time tengah kelam kabut buat coding ... tak nak kasi tido ... nak kasi segar ... pastu nak dpt idea ...dengar lagu nie la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Monster" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ari Hest&lt;/span&gt; // lagu time buat FYP ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what yours? .... up yours la .... mekeke ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-1914479869975169501?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/1914479869975169501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=1914479869975169501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1914479869975169501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/1914479869975169501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/2008/11/list-2.html' title='List 2'/><author><name>top10beaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10541166188536535489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_brQ0SuBVa8Y/SUnugBEcClI/AAAAAAAACXs/l9TyXCa3ZDs/S220/gambaq+serba+serbi+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399423983979397085.post-565664255619270225</id><published>2008-11-17T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:41:31.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>top10beaches top 10 list artis malaysia yg musik die buleh pergi// base on my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Black Rose&lt;/span&gt; ...// suara ajin dlm lagu penantian the man beb .... band lame nie .... time gua budak2 nie ... ajin pun dah tua dah umur dah masuk 40 lebih ... lagu ni karaoke layan nie beb...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aris Ariwatan&lt;/span&gt; ..... // sedih beb lagu die ... tangkap leleh .... hahaha ... lamunan terhenti, cinta tak kenal siapa.... perghhhhhh.... suara die agak the man gak la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gigi&lt;/span&gt;... //gua tahu diorang bukan artist malaysia ... tapi gua nak letak gak beb..... sedap duh suara penyanyi die ... pastu pemain gitar die gempak beb .... main jazz beb ....nie jelah band indon yg gua bleh dengar.... lu kena dengar lagu &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Selamat Datang Asmara"&lt;/span&gt; .... gile the man ... tak tido malam punye ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ning Baizura&lt;/span&gt;... // the only awek dlm list nie.... suara die tak bleh tahan beb ... gua suka minah nie since &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Curiga"&lt;/span&gt; lagi .... plus die nye interview dlm FHM ..... huba huba...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4U2C&lt;/span&gt;... // wasssssssssssupp!!!1111111... mekeke ..... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Fiona"&lt;/span&gt; .... enuff said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Langsuir&lt;/span&gt;.... //&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Occultus Mysticism"&lt;/span&gt; gile gempak EP band nie.... black metal dude .... BUARGH.... hehehe .... black metal malaysia yg hebat ..... pastu name guitarist die plak Batara Guru Masbir Rabka .... gile ganas beb ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gersang&lt;/span&gt; ... // Man Bai, Man Greng, Acis, Jojet .... gile tangkap lentok band nie .... suara Man Bai sumpah sedap beb ..... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Masih Aku Terasa"&lt;/span&gt; cut me deep lagu nie .... jiwang beb ..... mekeke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wing&lt;/span&gt; .... // Band paling legend kat Malaysia .... tapi gua suka band nie sampai album &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Bazooka Penaka"&lt;/span&gt; je beb ... pastu si Awie buat palat ... nak jadi solo artist la plak ... ptui!!.... time nie la diorang nie idola .... gua simpan rambut panjang ... cuba2 nak ade goatee ... try nak main guitar tangan kiri semua pasal nak tiru Joe wing beb ... legend duh mamat tu ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teacher's Pet&lt;/span&gt; ..... // Sape tak tahu lagu &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Warisan Wanita Terakhir"&lt;/span&gt; .... time nie semua pompuan nak jadi pompuan dlm pagu tu .... pastu semua laki nak jadi orng yg nyanyi lagu tu pastu perasan awek die warisan wanita terakhir ... crap .... hahahaha... mekeke .....lu orng kena dengar album die duh .... bukan satu lagu nie je best ... bnayak lagi ... try la cari lagu &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Malas"&lt;/span&gt; .... the man beb lagu nie... Maman penyanyi band nie plak buat solo ... tapi still best duh ... kalau tak percaya lu dengar soundtrack &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Layar Lara"&lt;/span&gt; ... pelik music mamat nie ... tapi cun beb.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Boys &amp;amp; Girls 1 +1 = 3&lt;/span&gt; .... // nie bukan band ... nie album ... first english album menang kat AIM kut....... gua tak sure sangat pasal tu ... yg confirm gile .... mostly bebudak 77 to 81 confirm pernah dengar album nie ... album nie change most of our life ... poyo gile ... tapi serius the man gile album nie ... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice Stupid Playground, OAG, Broadwyn, Nita an Intoxicated&lt;/span&gt;.... time nie Nita cun gile ... skrng dah tak dah ... dammnnnnnn .... mane nak cari album nie balik ? .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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everybody judge everbody &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;// those who think they dont jugde... i give you my jari hantu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that you cannot put your trust on someone... sooner or later they will fucking disappointed you...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in lie ... because that what make you normal...and if you good at it will make you somehow succesfull...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in honesty... although it might hurt but it is better to know than not knowing at all...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that opinion is good... but for me opinion is like and asshole, everybody have one..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that there are 3 sides for every story.... the winner's , the loser's and your interpretation of that story...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that hope is fucking evil... hope is the denial of reality...hope is the first step on the road to disappointment... but sometime hope does gave us a belief that something better out there...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that everbody have a dirty little secret... and if the secret is no longer a secret .... definitely you treat him differently....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that knowledge is king... and if you have strengh and charisma... you'll for sure can rule the fucking world...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that there must be something suspicious if someone does have any enemy and all people seem to like him/her.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that life's too fucking short to waste time trying to please every meddlesome moron who's got an idea how i ought to be...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that everybody at least has a chance to be awesome, either you have a ball to do it or you to pussy to cash in...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that friendship is overrated, we are brainwash by the movies and series that revolve around the meaning of friendship. there is no FRANCE (friendship remain and never can end), there is no "I'll be there for you shit", it just a couple of people that you feel comfortable to hang out with. friendship in movies is like a mythical creature, like unicorn, where there is no evident such creature exist....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that money contibute to happiness.... i loathe people who believe "that money cant buy happiness, love is everthing" mentality... try having 10 kids and not have the money .... all those love can buy you food? ... fuckface....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that you not innocence after you turn 13 .... you have to know all the freaky stuff... if you dont, either you stupid or ignorant...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that people who talk to their pets are either lonely, have some weird imagination or have to much love.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that life's disappointments are harder to take when you dont know any swear words....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;in ghost and alien but i dont believe in bomoh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that being alone is cool to a certain extend... you need some alone time to work shit out...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that mostly everyone had a "slap in the face" moment...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that smoking cigarette will boost your coolness level to a power of 10... having a cancer stick between your finger while blowing a smoke from your mouth was so freaking cool...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that the phrase "I'd like that" will lead to heartbroken or euphoria...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone either still searching or have found their "slutty pumpkin"...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that rules are for nice little people....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;that questions i know the answers to i dont need to ask, right?..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;cynical? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-980899377573655887?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;//still dont have the ball to make this mistake ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7274055764368469231?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7274055764368469231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7274055764368469231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7274055764368469231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399423983979397085/posts/default/7274055764368469231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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plans will at least come true ... not all of it but some ... so just do it ... there are many things we afraid and dont understand... and we just have to do the best we can with the knowledge we have ...... and maybe this time fates will be kind to us......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew the difference between bullshit or sincere, as long it sounded good while coming out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399423983979397085-7018941268050461088?l=top10beaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10beaches.blogspot.com/feeds/7018941268050461088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=399423983979397085&amp;postID=7018941268050461088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;boleh gi office lewat gile .... //lewat disini adelah dlm pukui 1030 ke atas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boleh chill out kat office tanpa mebuat ape2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boleh baca manga kat net sebab die dah update.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boleh balik awal tak pun lewat ..... tak kisah pasai dah tahu esok tak kerja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bile balik rumah .... dah bersih .... ade orng tolong bersihkan.... thank you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ari jumaat kasi hope yg weekend adelah weekend best gile .... // selalu nye tak a...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start weekend... // 2 ari untuk tido lame gile .... dan takde orng call tanye pergi kerja tak ari ni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc etc....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;weekends dont count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy weekends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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