<?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-1708607700663491569</id><updated>2011-09-04T17:40:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-2026089073464072491</id><published>2009-08-27T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:46:52.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smsyo.com"&gt;Twitter and Facebook SMS Updates&lt;/a&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4390687985786846970</id><published>2008-02-29T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:51:32.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>http://nashrique.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4390687985786846970?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4390687985786846970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4390687985786846970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4390687985786846970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4390687985786846970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-9076601493784338745</id><published>2008-02-26T08:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:16:49.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>susprise!</title><content type='html'>BEHOLD THE MASTERPIECE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p15/theearthsaidhello/Picture001.jpg" width="441" height="441"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you just look at that. that is what she did for me. how sweet she is. i was really really surprised. i've never received anything like that before. i love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i said it and i sincerely mean it&lt;br /&gt; not accidentally nor i'm not too sure i want to.&lt;br /&gt; i'm sure.... i love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these will be the few days that you guys can try to annoy me or piss me off and i will just smile at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-9076601493784338745?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/9076601493784338745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=9076601493784338745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/9076601493784338745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/9076601493784338745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/susprise.html' title='susprise!'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3681937804756156972</id><published>2008-02-25T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:32:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises!</title><content type='html'>my girlfriend is full of surprises! my girlfriend is ever so sweet. my girlfriend has brought sweetness to a new level. if anything is gonna be sweet, it'll be as sweet as my girlfriend. i feel like the luckiest guy on earth to have my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me complete. my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, shammie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3681937804756156972?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-6152868667350086945</id><published>2008-02-24T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:31:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only god knows.</title><content type='html'>i wish i can know what god knows. then i'll know how much you love me. i think my estimation is as close to what god knows. it's not that i dont trust you. sometimes my mind runs wild. i think i'm the most paranoid person on earth. and i'm sorry for that. i'm sorry to let things take control of me. i'm sorry you have to be with someone so paranoid and insecure. but i'm sure it'll go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i cried, it wasn't totally because i was sad and scared. when you told me, you want the seven years so badly, and especially when you told me you want to prove the people wrong about me, about you and about us, i can't help but cry. and i hope you really mean that. i never felt so special before. it's a new feeling to me. i like the feeling. you are a gem. a very rare gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate you convincing me and comforting me and being there with me even though it's late. i'm sorry. i really really love you. and i dont ever want to leave you or go back to my old ways. i want you forever. i want us to be forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is gonna change. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-6152868667350086945?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6152868667350086945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=6152868667350086945' title='0 Comments'/><link 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yang pertama. Walaupun ia bukan satu penengkaran(?), tetapi saya tidak tahu perkataan lain untuk menggunakkan. Kaum Internet sekalian, jangan lah marahi saya kerana saya tidak fasih dalam bahasa melayu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbincangan kami tidak begitu hangat, tetapi teman wanita saya berasa seperti saya hendak mencari pasal dengan dia. tetapi itu tidak benar. saya hanya mahu tahu apa sebenarnya. saya mahu tahu semua tentang teman wanita saya. saya tidak apa-apa rahsia antara kita. sebagai teman lelaki, saya mahu menjadi seorang yang boleh menerima apa pun masalah atau apa-apa pun dari teman wanita saya. saya mahu dia menjadikan saya dalam hidupnya kerana hidup dia adalah hidup saya juga. dia berkata "saya tidak mahu menyakiti hati awak". tetapi dengan tidak memberitahu dan saya dapat tahu dengan sendiri, ia lebih menyakitkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu semua boleh diatasi dengan pembincangan yang matang. saya faham ke atas kelakuannya. dia tidak mahu hati saya disakitkan lalu saya akan meninggalkannya. dia takut saya akan membuat demikian. tetapi saya tidak akan membuat demikian kerana saya amat cinta kepadanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu semua telah berlaku, tiada guna memikir tentangnya. yang patut dipikirkan ialah masa hadapan dan masa sekarang. dan masa hadapan termasuk berumah-tangga dan membina mahligai yang terindah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir sekali, saya tidak tahu kerana saya menulis ini dalam bahasa melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1161244184706479979?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1161244184706479979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=1161244184706479979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1161244184706479979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1161244184706479979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/melayu.html' title='melayu'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3914836111356078694</id><published>2008-02-21T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:23:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>physio</title><content type='html'>i've realised that not many people read this except for my busybody girlfriend. HAHA! &lt;em&gt;just kidding shammie.&lt;/em&gt; but i'm still gonna blog on life. cause who knows 7 years down the road, i'll look back at this blog to refresh my memories of the past. &lt;em&gt;we can read it together and laugh and smile all about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seriously, i've never spent so much time with anyone before other than you. terror eh you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3914836111356078694?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3914836111356078694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=3914836111356078694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3914836111356078694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3914836111356078694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/physio.html' title='physio'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-372820142887540694</id><published>2008-02-19T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:46:57.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years.</title><content type='html'>we've been talking about 7 years later. how will it be like, what's going to happen. the future prospectives. we were discussing a lot of stuffs, like marriage, kids, what will she do, what will i do, where do we live, her parents, my parents, wedding day and stuff like that. maybe you guys think it's too early but i've seen people who got married like 4 months after dating. and they're still married till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i was freaked out to a small extent. not that i dont see my future with her. i do, really. she's the first girl that i can really really see my future with. i'm not scared, but you know it got me thinking, of my saving plans and stuff like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, initially i thought that it's just some harmless talk and imagination, till it got like really serious. well, it's safe to say i'm settled down now for 1 girl that i truly love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so contented. all the things that i've been yearning from my past relationships, i received it from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, bintan trip coming up with ms prettyface. i can't wait. 3d2n with her and only her. but they say that a holiday is where couples have their arguments and stuff. well, i hope it wont happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course that will be after a long awaited gig. hamartia will be playing this 16th March at Youth Park. It's a free gig. with FC Five and Miles Away. Come down and enjoy yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shammie, i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-372820142887540694?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/372820142887540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=372820142887540694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/372820142887540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/372820142887540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-years.html' title='7 years.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-1803076639173934892</id><published>2008-02-14T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:40:33.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adapting.</title><content type='html'>not seeing/meeting someone whom i adore and love very much is hard, especially when i've been meeting her everyday all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to get use to it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1803076639173934892?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4090495576499764433</id><published>2008-02-11T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:13:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>i'm so bloated with love. and i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have been wonderful. i've never met anyone as wonderful as you. stay this way, and there'll be no reason to change my feelings for you. i dont mind fetching you from work everyday. i feel incomplete if i never fetch you from work. of course, it would be better if i can start the day by kissing you, and ending the day by doing so too. maybe 7 years from now. but whatever it is, i would like to thank god(for creating such a wonderful being), msn(for getting to chat with you then), myspace(for me adding you on it and getting to know you), facebook(for online make-outs), friendster(to keep in touch then), nyp(to admire you from a far), internet(for all those myspace, friendster, facebook and msn thingys), m1(for letting me sms you and call you), handphone(likewise) and all other mediums of communication. and most of all, i would like to thank you for making this ever so blissful. you're my 2008, 2009, 2010 and so on. i hope. whatever it is, i will try my best to keep you and not lose you. even if it kills me. my darling, sweetheart, sunshine, love, sayang(although it disgusts you), ultimately, you're my world and everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4090495576499764433?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4090495576499764433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>yummy yummy yummy i got love in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my heart, my body and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-2426829793481798378?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2426829793481798378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=2426829793481798378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2426829793481798378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2426829793481798378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4458362381745800248</id><published>2008-02-02T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:31:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>when i was walking along the roads of Singapore by myself, and was people-watching, i started thinking of the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's it gonna be like? 5 years from now? i'll be like 26. and i hope by then i'm able to support myself and my parents. shit this is getting scary. work. i dont want to end up like some loser who has to work at delifrance for the rest of his life. i want a good job, with a good pay. so i can live comfortably and have my parents retire comfortably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i ever get married, i want my family to have a comfortable life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of this will have to begin with me registering for poly. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4458362381745800248?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4458362381745800248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4458362381745800248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4458362381745800248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4458362381745800248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5706871854791252834</id><published>2008-01-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:18:33.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>all it takes is just a talk and things are crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we overlook the importance of communication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you have your talks okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me signing out. a happy boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5706871854791252834?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8856385548205906749</id><published>2008-01-29T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:58:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked type</title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling. this feeling of insecurity, doubts and paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just like that. so be it and fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8856385548205906749?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8856385548205906749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8856385548205906749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8856385548205906749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8856385548205906749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/01/fucked-type.html' title='fucked type'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-6124772536930774208</id><published>2008-01-28T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:00:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talks?</title><content type='html'>it's been 2 complete weeks of bliss for me. another step further is all that's left to take. but that's a very big step. a step that can either make it or break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i've never been this scared in my life before. i've never been this scared of ghosts also. but that's beside the point. there's a lot of factors to be considered. commitment, responsibility and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a long time being single and not dating, i, seriously, don't know what to do. and the fear of getting another heart broken. i know it's wrong to be pessimistic. but i'm just being realistic. and having past failed relationships doesn't help either. my previous relationship was a bit of a fucked type. my heart was shattered. and i dont want the same thing to happen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, she is really wonderful. a girl like her is impossible to find. i really really like her. but i'm not sure how much she likes me. it seems like she's okay with anything. it's like i dunno how she feels. i dunno what she wants. sometimes i wonder whether she's just being nice or she really likes me. it has been bugging me all night. and i didnt get much sleep. and that's bad cause i have to work, like now. fucking sleepy. this is one of the reason i'm scared of all these things. it was like 1 month ago, i was so carefree. and now my mind is boggled by all these thoughts. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, i dont have many chickies, like you alway say. i'm not some buaya who goes gaga over girls or wants to know any mary, jane and tina. i'm not some mat romeo that has like 1001 of different girls' contact number. and yeah i admit i look at girls. but i wasn't fucking them with my eyes. i'm not some hot stuff. i'm just average eric. but all i can do is to work to earn your trust, like you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i'm feeling happy/sad/confused/lost all at the same time. i really like you. but i'm just insecure. i hope all of these will result in something and nothing. and i edited this shit for like 3 times. can i just like leave this fucking thing alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-6124772536930774208?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/6124772536930774208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=6124772536930774208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/6124772536930774208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/6124772536930774208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/01/talks.html' title='talks?'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3017047676660117332</id><published>2008-01-21T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:47:26.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss.</title><content type='html'>just a month into the new year, and one of my resolution is almost achieved. not that i was working hard to achieve it. it just comes like that. it's true what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm referring to getting a gf. not that i'm attached now but i've found the perfect someone. and it all happened so fast. and it all started with prosperity burger exactly exactly a week prior to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah about what people say is true. the more you try hard to look for it, it just won't come. i didnt go on a hunting spree for girls. i just do my everyday stuff and then i'm blessed with meeting her. from just having an innocent dinner and hang out together, led to something more. and day after day, for 5 days straight, i've been meeting her. it's been a while since i'm this happy. it's been a while since i sing songs whenever, whereever i want. she's really that wonderful. none of my friends know about this except for my best bestest friend. cause he should know. for the rest of you, you'll find out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously, i can't stop smiling because of you. you've never failed to make my day. although i was out the whole day, played soccer, had some uncles whacking my legs, i feel so alive whenever i'm with you. although i complained a bit, but i just want to see how much you care. but deep down inside, i know you care. like how you got off early from work because you're afraid i might get tired. all those sweet messages. i'm your favourite person on earth. and you're mine too. whenever i think of you, i just take out my cellphone and just read at all those messages you sent me. and i'll be smiling like a cheshire cat. and that lovely scent of yours. i can sniff you whole day. and slowly i'm falling in love with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for those wonderful times. 5 straight days. pure bliss. and now i'm missing you. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3017047676660117332?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3017047676660117332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=3017047676660117332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3017047676660117332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3017047676660117332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2008/01/bliss.html' title='bliss.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4577883361897262100</id><published>2007-12-31T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:52:16.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new resolutions</title><content type='html'>my new year resolutions are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;- to buy new guitar.&lt;br /&gt;- to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;- try to be early.&lt;br /&gt;- try to get a gf.&lt;br /&gt;- ORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me to make my resolutions come true. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4577883361897262100?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4577883361897262100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4577883361897262100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4577883361897262100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4577883361897262100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-resolutions.html' title='new resolutions'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5783464692426616867</id><published>2007-12-19T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:43:56.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not lame.</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to walk a few steps now. Although there is still a slight bearable pain. I want to go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5783464692426616867?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5783464692426616867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=5783464692426616867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5783464692426616867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5783464692426616867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-lame.html' title='not lame.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-2041390767565052418</id><published>2007-12-17T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T04:44:31.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terror bird.</title><content type='html'>today, well technically yesterday, an old gay pedophile tried to hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's short with flat topped hair, he has a few strands of hair sticking out of his chin and he's butt-fucked ugly. he chatted me up while i was walking from bedok interchange towards my friend's house. i thought it was an innocent, friendly and sincere conversation till he invited me to his house to watch 'videos'. and how he kept emphasizing that no one is at his home. he was very persistent about inviting me to his house. even when i was waiting for the lift under my friend's block, he waited and asked me one last time. fucked type sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, perhaps i should have gone to his house. steal his stuff. all his money. all his belongings. beat the shit out of him. tie him up. and put him in the lift. damn. i almost wanted to punch his face just now but i was too disgusted to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another weird character is this dude who was wearing female 3/4 pants and female belt and female bag and female purse. it's quite a common sight except that his legs are fucking hairy and there's a hole at the back of his pants leaving his right buttcheek exposed. another disgusting fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note - i sprained my ankle while playing soccer just now. initially it wasn't that bad till i continue playing soccer and accidentally sprained again. same foot, same ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited 3 hours at the hospital and i got 5 days mc and a free bandage. ain't that grand. but it's really a bitch to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-2041390767565052418?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2041390767565052418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=2041390767565052418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2041390767565052418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2041390767565052418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/12/terror-bird.html' title='terror bird.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-7491770718836826815</id><published>2007-12-16T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:44:02.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious.</title><content type='html'>i'm still a zoukout virgin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-7491770718836826815?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7491770718836826815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=7491770718836826815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7491770718836826815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7491770718836826815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/12/serious.html' title='serious.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-9195963071336563125</id><published>2007-12-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:49:55.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships.</title><content type='html'>it's been slightly more than a year since i had a relationship and so far, this is the longest time i've stayed single. unless i'm supposed to count since the day i'm born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, yeah. it's kinda refreshing. i dunno? i guess it does have its pros and cons. if i were to list it down now, i would have probably gain finger biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i've been dating and stuff like that, i've never dared to take things a step further. i guess i'm scared? scared of commitment? scared of the heartbreak? or i'm just plain lazy lah. or maybe i've not found the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i envy my friends who has partners and how much fun they have. and sometimes it sucks to see them quarrelling or something. and usually that influences me alot. a part of me doesn't want to be alone but the other part wants to. it's very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the first place, not like there's any girls waiting to be with me or anything. i'm just dreaming. this is so random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-9195963071336563125?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/9195963071336563125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=9195963071336563125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/9195963071336563125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/9195963071336563125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/12/relationships.html' title='relationships.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4687779225311576894</id><published>2007-11-26T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:44:52.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ergh?</title><content type='html'>i want to disappear from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4687779225311576894?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4687779225311576894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4687779225311576894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4687779225311576894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4687779225311576894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/11/ergh.html' title='ergh?'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-2525689536986170148</id><published>2007-11-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:03:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends...</title><content type='html'>why do we co-exist in each other's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have their backs or to stab them in their backs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make the choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-2525689536986170148?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2525689536986170148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=2525689536986170148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2525689536986170148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2525689536986170148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html' title='friends...'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3029496152675099692</id><published>2007-11-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:02:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>my family rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a father who cracks jokes and make stupid remarks on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a mom who is cute (the way she looks and the way she is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an elder brother who looks out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a younger brother who keeps me company at night to play games with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed with a good family. It's nice to just go out for dinner and talk about anything under the sun. about that neighbour's child, about my father's workplace, about how Chinese selling Roti Pratas. Not to forget how much love and care they've showered me. about how many second, third, forth, fifth chances they've given me despite my fuck-ups. people who always look out for me. although my mom nags at time, but i know it's for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the simple thing in life that puts a smile on my face especially coming from the people closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, daddy, mommy and brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3029496152675099692?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3029496152675099692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=3029496152675099692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3029496152675099692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3029496152675099692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/11/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-2543161185674080086</id><published>2007-10-15T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:26:54.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat.</title><content type='html'>i can't stop eating all those nice food. i think i gained 5 kg in 2 days. no more nice oily fatty foods and back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i got $80. not bad for a 20 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have a cute chubby wubby babyface. don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-2543161185674080086?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2543161185674080086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=2543161185674080086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2543161185674080086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2543161185674080086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/10/fat.html' title='fat.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8387419488450635785</id><published>2007-10-09T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:03:18.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari raya is just around the corner. As you grow the older, the anxiety decreases. But I'm still looking forward to it. It's the time of the year when you see your family and friends gather together with smiles on their faces. A time when old grudges are forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Hari Raya won't be the same without my late grandpa. Although he passed away March this year, I still miss him. Especially Hari Raya is coming. Hope I don't shed a tear when they play all those sad Hari Raya songs on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, I'll be going to KL next month to catch the MYHC Hardcore fest. Actually it's just a short getaway from life. Have a mini holiday with friends. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8387419488450635785?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8387419488450635785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8387419488450635785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8387419488450635785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8387419488450635785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-788973549820226871</id><published>2007-10-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:27:30.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting fact.</title><content type='html'>i've never attended ZOUKOUT before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-788973549820226871?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/788973549820226871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=788973549820226871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/788973549820226871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/788973549820226871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-fact.html' title='interesting fact.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5840021277841698044</id><published>2007-10-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:39:51.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv.</title><content type='html'>i was watching channel 5. and from the advertisements, they are going to show Miss Teen USA 2007. and i was thinking to myself, why the fuck they showing Miss Teen USA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are we showing pageant shows that has nothing to do or will have the effect on our Singaporean lives. why? why? WHY?! W-H-FUCKING-Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did Singapore and USA make a deal to show each other country's teeny-booper pageant show? well, apart from having hard-ons from watching girls with almost perfect body, walking around in bikinis and saying how much they want to save the world from poverty and war and all that other bullshit, i think there's no other reason to watch it. well, channel 5 can use that allocated 2 and a half hours to screen something more entertaining like old movies, or whatnot. old movies like police academy, ghost busters, those classics. at least it's entertaining. not blonde teens in bikini tops. at least if they show the Malaysian pageant, it'll be more acceptable because they are our neighbours. or Miss Thailand, or Miss Bintan. I would love to watch those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, this is another entry aimed to bore you to death so i can take over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5840021277841698044?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5840021277841698044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=5840021277841698044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5840021277841698044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5840021277841698044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/10/tv.html' title='tv.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8829267487352342076</id><published>2007-09-28T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:51:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings motherfuckers.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to come back to my lonely old blog and update necessary shit. hahha. i always do stuff halfway. but it's okay, at least i started doing something. and now i'm working on the finishing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's push that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been treating me good lately. Friends, fun and whatnots. And the Hari Raya is coming soon. which marks the end of fasting month. but not that i religously fast. i've thrown away 5 days. it's better than last year. i think i only fasted for 5 days last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i decided to make a comback to this blog is because i'm planning on a world domination. I'm planning to take over the world so i'll reign supreme. people will follow my words. people will bow to me. people will carry food up the mountains, down the valleys, across the oceans just to feed me with the finest food from this planet called Earth. i will enjoy the riches of the world. i will consumate all the beautiful females on this planet. and discard all those unwanted ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just how am i gonna do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by boring you guys with unnecessary and irrelevant information about me and my life to the cyber world. it'll be so boring that you'll kill yourself and submit your pitiful souls to me. you'll get so bored that you will watch 'days of our lives' just to un-bore yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PREPARE FOR WORLD DOMINATION!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8829267487352342076?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8829267487352342076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8829267487352342076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8829267487352342076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8829267487352342076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/09/greetings-motherfuckers.html' title='greetings motherfuckers.'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-2591485745134845194</id><published>2007-05-10T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:09:00.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoo</title><content type='html'>i've not been updating here for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been updating my myspace blog often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/your_misery"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/your_misery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read on about my interesting/boring life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-2591485745134845194?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/2591485745134845194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=2591485745134845194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2591485745134845194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/2591485745134845194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoo.html' title='hoo'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-1713792713002194468</id><published>2007-03-30T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:31:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science</title><content type='html'>don't you think science is so advanced now? it's so advanced that it scares the shit out of me. look at scientists! they are beginning to clone sheeps. what are the next thing they can clone? humans? maybe from the bones of a dinosaur, they could resurrect the dinosaurs and put them in the zoo. that would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all it takes is just one scientist to dwell on the darkside and there you go. another comic book story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor Jayaratnam found a way to clone humans. He would start to clone Ministers and President and replace the original ones with his clones. So he could take over Singapore. and it's all up to -i can't think of any names for a super hero-. JENG JENG JENG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame. but what if that happens? greed. temptations for human beings. greed for power. then maybe, just maybe, it'll take a good scientist to create a formula for super powers. to fight evil. but then he too will be tempted to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about this nonsense. somehow i think science can't be taking over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this post is redundant and irrelevant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1713792713002194468?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1713792713002194468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=1713792713002194468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1713792713002194468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1713792713002194468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/science.html' title='science'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-1478248417552453440</id><published>2007-03-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:51:49.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>things are beginning to look up for me now. and i'm gonna do my best to keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. thanks to the people who brightened up my times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1478248417552453440?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1478248417552453440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=1478248417552453440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1478248417552453440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1478248417552453440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5049349466889576679</id><published>2007-03-23T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T04:08:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>fuck lah. i don't know what's wrong. i hate this fucking feeling. oh blog. you're the only that i can turn to. i feel like throwing stuffs around but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;kucf&lt;br /&gt;cufk&lt;br /&gt;fkcu&lt;br /&gt;fcuk&lt;br /&gt;fkcu&lt;br /&gt;fkcu&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;cufk&lt;br /&gt;ckfu&lt;br /&gt;ckfu&lt;br /&gt;fkuck&lt;br /&gt;fkcufkcu&lt;br /&gt;fcfuk&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;ku&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;ufu&lt;br /&gt;kf&lt;br /&gt;uk&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;fkf&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;uk&lt;br /&gt;cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5049349466889576679?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5049349466889576679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=5049349466889576679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5049349466889576679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5049349466889576679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8434647075418224056</id><published>2007-03-13T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:59:33.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>well, guess i am that oblivious huh. fuck. i blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i have to try again. i hope i'll get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8434647075418224056?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8434647075418224056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8434647075418224056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8434647075418224056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8434647075418224056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3670693342315201737</id><published>2007-03-12T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:33:24.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>300 was amazing. the fights were great. gore and blood. and quite an unexpected ending since i didn't read the comic before. but it's epic. plus funny characters. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i watched it with 26 friends in the same cinema. talking about epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with miss sally before the movie. we had cafe cartel for dinner. if i can remember well, she had the roasted chicken with texas ranch special sauce with the soup of the day and a pepsi. i had the jumbo chicken leg with a heine. it was quite filling. and we talked about stuffs. loads of stuffs. from pre-marital sex to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then off to the arcade. played games. and yes, we sucked so bad at all the games. i played tekken with her and she whooped my ass. big time. and there's this new game. scary game. jungle safari in thailand. it's hilarious. and finally we played the touch screen games. which is hilarious as well. i've never had that much fun in a long time, especially with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you miss sally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3670693342315201737?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3670693342315201737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=3670693342315201737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3670693342315201737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3670693342315201737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8291218265819709853</id><published>2007-03-10T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:01:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions run wild</title><content type='html'>i was out yesterday, drinking with my good friends. well, all i can say is emotional turmoil everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like instantaneous how it happened. and yeah, when you have nothing to blame, blame yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put myself in a spot where i don't really feel happy about it. okay, i dunno what i'm talking about either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on a bright side, i'm watching 300 later with little miss sally. SPARTANS!!! PUSHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow spartans sounds like spantats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8291218265819709853?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8291218265819709853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8291218265819709853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8291218265819709853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8291218265819709853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotions-run-wild.html' title='emotions run wild'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-1905299413497804239</id><published>2007-03-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:32:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah. you're right</title><content type='html'>IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY ALREADY LAH CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's halfway through the day. and it's the last day of the weekdays. and yes. PARTY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah and more yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bring on the party hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1905299413497804239?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1905299413497804239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=1905299413497804239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1905299413497804239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1905299413497804239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-youre-right.html' title='yeah. you&apos;re right'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5048508748402660641</id><published>2007-02-27T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:16:08.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>well, i'm feeling rather lonely and down the past few days. i dunno why. i asked my girl friends, "if you're single, would you date me?" i received positive feedback. kinda lifted my spirits a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is just a phase i'm going through. cause i hate feeling like this. i need things to distract me. i need fun. i'm lacking of fun in my life. right, gizmo? i love gizmo. gizmo is the character from gremlins. i have the soft toy right here with me. only gizmo understands me. just dont let in get contact with water or evil gremlins will multiply and take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna go on a train ride around singapore after work today. maybe it'll help clear my mind. let's see. hmm from boon lay to changi airport. then to tanah merah. then to pasir ris. then to outram park, to harbour front, to punggol, then back to dhoby ghaut, to marina bay, to jurong east and home. i wonder how long that'll take me. or rather how much that'll cost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i was so bored in the train, i changed seats at every stop. that was fun. haha. i need that spontaneity in me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing to do. book a chalet in sentosa for the weekend. and go to cafe del mar and drink and enjoy the music. then buy another bottle of liqour. go back to chalet. get wasted. any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5048508748402660641?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5048508748402660641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=5048508748402660641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5048508748402660641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/5048508748402660641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-5545820312240054326</id><published>2007-02-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:29:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know.</title><content type='html'>that i didn't update this blog religiously. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes you think how stingy your parents are. well i do that also. but on saturday, i asked my father to transfer me twenty bucks cause i'm out of cash. and yeah, surprise surprise, he transferred thirty. i love my parents. who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. the gig was ooookayyyy ah. nothing interesting. well, someone came up to me and said, "you're a good guitarist. i've never seen anyone play the guitar like you. full of passion." hahaa. thanks to her. i think her name is irda. i think ah. can't remember. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work again tmr. damn. here goes another routine. over and over again. wake me up when my ns ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish for a full beard please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-5545820312240054326?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/5545820312240054326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=5545820312240054326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to zouk. danced like one mad cow. packed like fuck. supper with uncle, aunty and brother and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recording. town. cheap drinks. free coffee (thanks Tasha). norbit. cuppage plaza. hazim and his motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home. parkway parade. macdonalds. hanging out. studio. uncle fetched me. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;picnic with the lovely shid. chicken rice with char siew. rained. stopped. rained again. sand. sea. five ten. studio. punggol. soccer. GOOD VIBES! JURASSIC 5! BEASTIE BOYS! (thanks to shid again. i love you.) father fetched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. my father thought my friends were this bunch of punks drinking cause apparently i was sitting there. and he said "why not you spend that amount of time in the mosque?" and i said "of course i can spend the time in the mosque without the 'que'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHENEVER!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4055312365774125177?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4055312365774125177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4055312365774125177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4055312365774125177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4055312365774125177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/whenever.html' title='whenever'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-7924639403948384758</id><published>2007-02-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:06:59.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brrr</title><content type='html'>the air-con is making me cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having hard-on cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have gizmo with me. that cute gremlins character. so adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-7924639403948384758?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7924639403948384758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=7924639403948384758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7924639403948384758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7924639403948384758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/brrr.html' title='brrr'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-3994473427357807616</id><published>2007-02-16T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:51:56.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jook</title><content type='html'>REMINDER: to pay handphone bill today. fuck there goes my 100 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the fuck. i can live without money. actually i can't ah. but i can make do with it. it's like the same old cycle over and over again. my pay can't last me a month. i need side income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who has siblings that need tuition? i can teach maths and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going zouk tonight. dreamd8 finals thingy. and my ass is on my &lt;a href=""&gt;Ain's&lt;/a&gt; blog. if you want to see my naked ass, go to her blog and loook for the hunt of the naked chefs video. you can see my ass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. LONG WEEKEND!!! WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-3994473427357807616?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/3994473427357807616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=3994473427357807616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3994473427357807616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/3994473427357807616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/jook.html' title='jook'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-4298667563947710920</id><published>2007-02-15T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:46:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>partay</title><content type='html'>yeah back to work muthafuckas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to ian/dzafir bdae party last night. it was a surprise party for ian. his place was filled with balloons and drinks and pizzas and chips and more drinks. and dzafir is afraid of balloons. haha. well, the party was great except for the neighbours. can't blame them since we were making lots of noise, dancing around. and yeah. finally i managed to get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get this warm fuzzy feeling whenver i see my friends enjoying themselves. or seeing my friends happy. no matter how. eg. new gf, bdae etc. i'm happy when they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's so nice to see the used to be different set of friends now become 1 set of big family. i guess the circle of friends is never big enough for us. keep on expanding. that's the best part of having a studio or a place where we can hang out. new people keeps coming in. and making friends with them and expanding our circle of friends. socializing. that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to doubt all these family/crew/clique/group whatever shit cause i know it's just a phase and it'll die out. but not with this one. it's the bond we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-4298667563947710920?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/4298667563947710920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=4298667563947710920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4298667563947710920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/4298667563947710920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/partay.html' title='partay'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-7121442413067523116</id><published>2007-02-14T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:55:57.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>i've never watched lilo &amp; stitch the movie before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm watching it. it's like the cutest cartoon i've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-7121442413067523116?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7121442413067523116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=7121442413067523116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7121442413067523116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7121442413067523116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-7003669793559199010</id><published>2007-02-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:16:28.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah</title><content type='html'>i haven't had lunch. and i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating fish soup with rice. separate the rice and the soup. once i ordered that, and they mixed both together. might as well call it fish porridge. kelepek. i also feel like having cheeeekeennsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i need something to quench my alcohol thirst. fuck. maybe a nice cold hoeggarden will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. it's only 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-7003669793559199010?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/7003669793559199010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=7003669793559199010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7003669793559199010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/7003669793559199010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/hah.html' title='hah'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-8509450560438752188</id><published>2007-02-14T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:53:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>there are lots of things i want to do in the near future. although ns is being a bitch and a hinderance to everything, let's make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waitin for my basic theory test for my class 3. yeah waiting for ages. and i registered in Jan. and the test is in March. &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; long i have to wait. hopefully i can pass it and advance to the next stage and keep on advancing till i get my license. it'll be so much easier if i can drive. i can just &lt;i&gt;"borrow"&lt;/i&gt; my father's car since he doesn't go out at night. and i can go to more places with a car. i can do more things with a car. i can have &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; in the car. but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline is it'll be much easier and cost saving for me. so hopefully by end of this year, i'll get my license because i'm hoping to go on a roadtrip. but that's still far from target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to do is to save money. goddamnit. i keep using my money. although i save money in my separate acc, but that's out of bounds. have to pay recording, bills and fine. yeah fine. fuck! i was fined for throwing a ciggie butt into the drain. yeah i know, serves me right. but how unlucky could i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my beloved friend's birthday. his name is dzafir. everybody go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dzefro"&gt;dzafir&lt;/a&gt; and wish him a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea today is valentine's day. actually i don't give two fucks about valentine's day. and not because i don't have a date or anything. i just find it redundant. everyday is valentine's day. doesn't mean today is valentine's day, you have to spread the love. i can spread the love everyday. and even peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life gets lonely at times. but nah. not looking for anyone to be my &lt;i&gt;one &amp; only&lt;/i&gt; or whatever bullshit. well, relationships can be a pain in the nostrils. you know how much that hurts? having a pimple in your nostrils. it hurts like a noisy bitch. well all the relationships i had was bad. maybe except for 1 or 2.  but what the hell. i'm not going to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should get a new pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tee shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-8509450560438752188?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/8509450560438752188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=8509450560438752188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8509450560438752188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/8509450560438752188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708607700663491569.post-1479958067499649096</id><published>2007-02-14T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:26:33.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of boredom</title><content type='html'>this blog is created out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i should start penning down my thoughts in case i forgot em. or like whatever plans i have. whatever things that i want to do. whatever things i HAVE to do. just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, who knows, 10 years down the road, i will look back at this blog and say "hey! i remember planning that and i haven't done it yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess 'all talk, no action". let's see how long can i keep this blog alive. cause i have bad histories with blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i might post 2 or more entries today. since i have nothing to do at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. this is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1708607700663491569-1479958067499649096?l=nashrique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/feeds/1479958067499649096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1708607700663491569&amp;postID=1479958067499649096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1479958067499649096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708607700663491569/posts/default/1479958067499649096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nashrique.blogspot.com/2007/02/out-of-boredom.html' title='out of boredom'/><author><name>ewick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11602747745153645592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
