<?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-2867879226906876369</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:45:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Weird Lane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arief S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04671680500030848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng5CdZNW8Ik/SwoMndCUkTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q5aaB5eto2g/S220/m_bee60a83e229893187684005052c7417%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867879226906876369.post-4126354662733449730</id><published>2010-02-18T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T06:51:31.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba 18th Feb 10'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The day started like any other day, birds chirping outside as I arose from my slumber. Headed towards the bathroom for a good shower and it was good&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After that, packed my Lotto bag for the adventure that was about to begin. My dad dropped me off at Kudrat's place at about 8a.m. Waited for my buddy to get ready and then his mum dropped us off near Millenium Court. We met up with our teammates Daniel Wong and our goalie, Izzat before embarking on a long walk to meet Matiin and Syazani at Honda. I was delighted to meet my schoolmate, Syazani as it has been almost a week that we have been apart. I know it sounds gay but I do not give a f*ck&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a few gay moments, we proceeded to the courts known as Samba de Futsal. We met some of our former primary schoolmates sitting on the benches. My teammates and I geared up for our first match as we were excited and ready. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, there's this dude named Amsyar. He was late&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-_- &lt;/span&gt;I had to give directions and to keep a long story short he made it. Yay. Before he came, we managed to win our first match comfortably. To be honest, it was easy. No disrespect to our opponents though. First team to score 2 goals wins the match or a team that is leading 1-0 in the space of 7 minutes wins. If the score is tied at 1-1 after 7 minutes, both teams leave the court and other teams enter. We won more than we lost so it was a good outing for the team. Special regards to Daniel Wong who was rock solid in the heart of defence but still managed to score a few goals. We had a scrumptious lunch after the game. Amsyar and Kudrat were shocked to find out the price of the food because it was really cheap compared to the absurd canteens we have in the government schools. No offence Kementrian Pelajaran. After lunch we headed back home. The sun was cruel. Very cruel. Luck was on our side though, as Amsyar and I had our towels to cover our heads from the sun's rays. Amsyar had to go back by using the services of the Malaysian cab driver. No pun intended. Daniel and Izzat went back after that and I was left only with Kudrat. Bummer. So, I followed him back to his crib and we watched The Arrivals, Phase 3. Scary. Awesome day I had. Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867879226906876369-4126354662733449730?l=ahappybathingape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/feeds/4126354662733449730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867879226906876369&amp;postID=4126354662733449730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/4126354662733449730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/4126354662733449730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/2010/02/samba-18th-feb-10.html' title='Samba 18th Feb 10&apos;'/><author><name>Arief S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04671680500030848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng5CdZNW8Ik/SwoMndCUkTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q5aaB5eto2g/S220/m_bee60a83e229893187684005052c7417%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867879226906876369.post-572338678925675304</id><published>2010-02-17T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:01:42.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't care less.</title><content type='html'>Perception. I hate that word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867879226906876369-572338678925675304?l=ahappybathingape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/feeds/572338678925675304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867879226906876369&amp;postID=572338678925675304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/572338678925675304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/572338678925675304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-couldnt-care-less.html' title='I couldn&apos;t care less.'/><author><name>Arief S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04671680500030848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng5CdZNW8Ik/SwoMndCUkTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q5aaB5eto2g/S220/m_bee60a83e229893187684005052c7417%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867879226906876369.post-6867597659152909776</id><published>2009-11-22T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:37:11.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QS As-Syams(91):1-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Demi matahari dan sinarnya di pagi hari. Demi bulan apabila ia mengiringi. Demi siang apabila ia menampakkan diri. Demi malam apabila ia menutupi. Demi langit dan seluruh binaannya. Demi bumi dan yang ada di hamparannya. Demi jiwa dan penyempurnaannya.&lt;strong&gt; Allah&lt;/strong&gt; mengilhami sukma keburukan dan kebaikan. Beruntunglah siapa yang menyucikannya dan rugilah siapa yang mengotorinya. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867879226906876369-6867597659152909776?l=ahappybathingape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/feeds/6867597659152909776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867879226906876369&amp;postID=6867597659152909776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/6867597659152909776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/6867597659152909776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/2009/11/qs-as-syams911-10.html' title='QS As-Syams(91):1-10'/><author><name>Arief S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04671680500030848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng5CdZNW8Ik/SwoMndCUkTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q5aaB5eto2g/S220/m_bee60a83e229893187684005052c7417%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867879226906876369.post-3001997670268694310</id><published>2008-10-07T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:17:48.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>In a remote place in Nicaragua, an eccentric farmer decided to rest as it was a hot day. He went up the hill in search of a shaddy area where he can take a nap. Eventually, he found a tree with large branches and decided to rest there. Suddenly an amorphous figure appeared and lunged at him. He reacted by punching thin air. It vanished. Came back. Gone. Reappeared. Evaporated in to nothingness. The farmer cursed loudly and felt extremely feverish after that mysterious encounter. He recited an ancient prayer and closed his slit eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Demons, Ghouls, Witches, The Paranormal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thoughts beginning to rise higher and higher..&lt;br /&gt;Elevating into sheer adrenalin.&lt;br /&gt;Heart pounding his chest.&lt;br /&gt;He fainted&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer woke up. Drenched in hot perspiration. Realized what had happened. Wondered where he was. He wept silently, teardrops cold as the stale air of death. An old lady appeared and a sense of calm swept the farmer. " Why are you crying young man?" the lady asked with a tone that sounded hoarse. "I don't know where I am, why I'm here and who the hell are you?"&lt;br /&gt;replied the farmer. "I'm Helada." And with that she just walked away. He shivered like a desperate animal, unable to break free, trap in the jaws of merciless miscreants. He got up, tried to walk as his feet were numb from possibly an insect bite. Suddenly, he felt the ground open up and swallowing him whole. Into nothingness.....&lt;br /&gt;Dark, cold, destined for destruction for a world full with choas and blood wars. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867879226906876369-3001997670268694310?l=ahappybathingape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/feeds/3001997670268694310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2867879226906876369&amp;postID=3001997670268694310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/3001997670268694310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867879226906876369/posts/default/3001997670268694310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahappybathingape.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-remote-place-in-nicaragua-eccentric.html' title='.'/><author><name>Arief S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04671680500030848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng5CdZNW8Ik/SwoMndCUkTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q5aaB5eto2g/S220/m_bee60a83e229893187684005052c7417%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
