<?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-30791154</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:23:37.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CAVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-7883823875842179717</id><published>2010-08-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:11:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock on Wood</title><content type='html'>Its been a tough week, and when I say tough I mean like really really tough. The only thing worse than dealing with the shit storm when it breezes by is dealing with it when it blows all at once. This year started out pretty well, great infact and throughout that time I knew it was somewhat too good to be true. Their would be a catch to it, their always is and It would seem for the most part I was right. Lucky for me being cynical always protects me from the brunt of the blast when these things happen. Some things are kinda hard to wrap your head around and no matter how many times you come back to it its still their eating at your mind and wont go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I was suprised that these things have been happening but not really. They always happen, how often it happens to everyone else I dont know but the fact remains is it happens and like always im left alone to pick up the pieces and put them together again much like an eager child who rebuilds the house made of lego blocks that his cruel friend broke. Although I sometimes grow tired of it their just isnt much that can be done as it beats staring at those lego blocks and crying like a little bitch about it. It seems Ive had to do this for such a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like these I remember the importance of family. I guess the downside of this is that you share the pain as much as you share the happy moments. Its wierd, sometimes its easier to deal with your own problems than watching someone you care about go through something and theirs nothing you can do about it. I guess as times change , people change and so do priorities and as for me I know where my priorities lie and I guess at the end of the day thats all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I sorta shaved my head and at the risk of sounding like a blond bimbo my hair has never been this short before. With everything thats been happening I thought I might as well just go for it and plus listening to "Love the way you lie" for hours on end kinda had a heavy effect on my decision to go through with it. As for now I can only say I look like a chinese Jack Shepard ... so yea basically your average chinese guy... or not, interpret that anyway you want. So thats all I have to say for now, might delete this post later but I needed to vent and I dont trust anybody around me enough to talk to them so meh what can you do about it. Till than&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-7883823875842179717?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/7883823875842179717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=7883823875842179717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7883823875842179717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7883823875842179717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2010/08/knock-on-wood.html' title='Knock on Wood'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-7454164396222675401</id><published>2010-02-09T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:45:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University life begins</title><content type='html'>It's 2010 already and damn was that quick. Its odd years ago as a kid everybody use to think that the year 2000 would be so futuristic. Movies predicted we would have flying cars, hover boards and robot butlers but apparently it hasnt happened yet. Anyway, a lot has sure happend over the cross between my last post and now and for that matter my last post wasnt even really complete. You can tell this as it ends rather abruptly rather than my trademark "till than" thing I usually do. I just genuinely havent found the time do so and when I do have the time the slow connection is a mood killer. Regardless, if you couldnt tell by the tittle I am infact in University already which to say is awesome would be an understatement. To start lets go way back on the day before my results came out. I was needless to say nervous, so nervous infact I found myself speaking to people I didnt even like just to get my mind of things,thats how nervous I was. Needless to say, I got better results than expected and got into the University I wanted after some "problems". To sum it up UCAS didnt send in my theatre studies results and Sunderland therefore did not receive it and thought I only took 2 subjects. So for a new chapter to start a new chapter was end. My final days in Holland were numbered, we had a few meet ups here and there but their was no official goodbye as we knew we would be seeing each other throughout the holidays and also we were too busy preparing for University anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyKVSmaizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/73OT4v7YJ4o/s1600/DSC03601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyKVSmaizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/73OT4v7YJ4o/s320/DSC03601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493417743860009778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my final days in Holland were pretty cool and passed by quickly and before I knew it I was on my way to university already. Like always ,bad timing becomes a part of my natural existence and I missed my freshers week as my visa had not arrived. This was kind of a drag as freshers week is crucial in establashing early ingroups and outgroups and the fastest way to develop friends as everybody is new and vulnerable. Regardless I wasnt worried. I was pretty confident , people are easy to be impressed when you know the right things to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyMyA0ogmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VKwiohMAod4/s1600/DSC03932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyMyA0ogmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/VKwiohMAod4/s320/DSC03932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493420436327268962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary concern was more towards what exactly my room would like and safe to say I was not dissapointed. The accomodation I was placed in was perfect. It was quiet and it would be the first place the University Bus would arrive making it unlikely for me to miss it and convenient. Fastfood stores were nearby such as dixy chicken and subway as grocery stores should I need to buy items. Needly to say the location was excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyO-eHHa0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/6D-sae1BFWA/s1600/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyO-eHHa0I/AAAAAAAAA5g/6D-sae1BFWA/s320/DSC03929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493422849371106114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room its self was spacious , it wasnt too small that I would feel cramped and it wasnt located 2 floors up and the view from my window was awesome. Initially the wi fii was pretty good and then it became pretty crappy as months went by and then went back to being good again. It wasnt a en suite room so I did share a toilet with my flatmates but it wasnt that bad and the en suite rooms ive seen have the bathroom take up too much space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyQn2hZXOI/AAAAAAAAA5o/EQTCcUdg6pY/s1600/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyQn2hZXOI/AAAAAAAAA5o/EQTCcUdg6pY/s320/DSC03712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493424659810049250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flatmates I started with at the start of the year ended up being different at the end of the year with only a few similair people remaining. As a whole my flatmates were pretty cool,they werent too clingy or too friendly and with the exception of some they werent dicks either. I am glad that I ended up staying with the flatmates I had because in a way I learned from them. Among the things I learned off the top of my head is what its like living in different countries, different perspectives , how to curse in different languages,how to catch a criminal which I did and mainly different recipes on how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDySF4fAuzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PVEDgPxStiw/s1600/Image0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDySF4fAuzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PVEDgPxStiw/s320/Image0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493426275244620594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a pretty novice cook to begin with,with my best dish being cheese on toast which sounds easier then it actually it is. I initially thought that I could survive with only fastfood but the malaysian inside me couldnt go more then 2 weeks without rice. (Insert stereotype joke here) . Anyway, the food that I ended up cooking at the start of the year and what I could cook at the end of the year had a significant difference but more on that later as I have a whole post I want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyTR1pmKAI/AAAAAAAAA54/qt43dla9Kis/s1600/34916_411413017273_679477273_5107128_5947959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyTR1pmKAI/AAAAAAAAA54/qt43dla9Kis/s320/34916_411413017273_679477273_5107128_5947959_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493427580153767938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of friends I did pretty well for myself considering I missed freshers week, arrived without knowing anybody at all , possibly the only 3rd type malay around and looking "chinese" which most people considered to be anti social as they stuck to their own ingroup as well. I made friends in and out of my course and in terms of in my course I became the go 2 guy for things which was pretty cool. I grew pretty close to my friends throughout the academic year which is no surprise since the absent of family members makes them an alternative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyUjFaAz1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/n-OgcWfmJg4/s1600/11242_209626708359_511823359_2959475_5571935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyUjFaAz1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/n-OgcWfmJg4/s320/11242_209626708359_511823359_2959475_5571935_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493428975952777042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly , the friends I mixed it were of different raises and somewhat unique backgrounds much like myself I might add. Unique in the sense that they had to move around a lot when young and arent just stereo types of where their from. I was pretty pleased with this as a majority of other groups mainly consisted of people from their own country with very little diversity. Also a lot of other people I knew who studied in the U.K ended up being friends with the same people they were friends with back home or from the same ethnic background as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyX62ZfcJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Nt9qJRENyx4/s1600/25144_334218148359_511823359_3445007_3991485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyX62ZfcJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Nt9qJRENyx4/s320/25144_334218148359_511823359_3445007_3991485_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493432682775802002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something in particular I wanted to avoid which is why I chose to go to Sunderland in the first place. I felt that hanging out with the same people or people back home all the time would impair my ability to develop as a person and isnt the whole point of uni is to allow people to develop and shape them into the person their suppose to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyWjSiRh0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/TJV7tDZNWws/s1600/DSC03762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyWjSiRh0I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/TJV7tDZNWws/s320/DSC03762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493431178500343618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong though, Im not being a twinkie or a 2nd type malay as I ofcourse did hang out with my own fellow malaysians as well. After being the only malaysian in my year for 3-4 years basically it felt good speaking to other malays again. In conclusion that was basically how University life began and some new posts will be coming soon to talk more about some primary memories. Till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: This post was originally written in May with the top 2 paragraphs as a draft and was finally updated the today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-7454164396222675401?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/7454164396222675401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=7454164396222675401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7454164396222675401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7454164396222675401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2010/02/university-life-begins.html' title='University life begins'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/TDyKVSmaizI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/73OT4v7YJ4o/s72-c/DSC03601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-2272319961618678258</id><published>2009-10-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:50:52.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecticon 2009</title><content type='html'>It certainly has been awhile,as previously mentioned in the last post I spent several weeks in America and like always I had an amazing time their. To start things of, sadly this year I did not go to San Diego Comic Con, but I did go to what could be considered as the next best thing known as Connecticon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvydUw51J3I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-VMUohu3w9I/s1600-h/DSC03584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvydUw51J3I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-VMUohu3w9I/s320/DSC03584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403366632988157810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right,another comic book convention thats hosted every year at Connecticut. Connecticut was one of our stops during our time in America and it was a very convinient and lucky opportunity that it the Connecticon was being hosted at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvyjwHmUBTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xjW_s2vJRWo/s1600-h/DSC03539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvyjwHmUBTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/xjW_s2vJRWo/s320/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403373700006544690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Comic Con their were a lot of people in costumes walking around albeit not as much in comparison. Either way it felt like a familiar environment and brought back the memories of my very first Con. However unlike my first experience, I did something different and joined a gaming tournament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvymS8ObYNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/M9hF_76mbeg/s1600-h/DSC03529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvymS8ObYNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/M9hF_76mbeg/s320/DSC03529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403376497272250578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can clearly see my enthusiam as I was the very first person to sign up. Me,my two brothers and my causin were very eager to join the tournament and we were already in line to sign up before the sheet was even out yet. The guy in charge was impressed with how enthusiastic we were and pre wrote our names down so we wouldnt have to wait long and would be the first to play :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SwHIAhxaOXI/AAAAAAAAA44/nOGwbw-O0Vw/s1600/DSC03523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SwHIAhxaOXI/AAAAAAAAA44/nOGwbw-O0Vw/s320/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404820939212470642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was the free for all matches and a lot of free play so I considered it as a practice course and just to warm up for me. Needless to say it was pretty intense, 18 players in one game (their were many games being held, it doesnt mean only 18 people were playing)doing nothing but shooting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svys1MXAhcI/AAAAAAAAA34/bjGEa_hsUFs/s1600-h/DSC03506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svys1MXAhcI/AAAAAAAAA34/bjGEa_hsUFs/s320/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403383682788525506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the free play matches I was  playing as Mustard(your not given a username choice)and as you can see according the score I did pretty good. I didnt expect to be the best but I did expect to be able to beat the majority of people which I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvyvpJMQvjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UZ2QFVObaYo/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvyvpJMQvjI/AAAAAAAAA4A/UZ2QFVObaYo/s320/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403386774314597938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the matches went on I eventually switched user name to the killer and shortly after tooth. In several particular matches later on after I warmed up I seriously started to take everybody out. It was a real thrill to hear everybody scream and swear not knowing who killed them. However one particular person in several matches by the name of THE BEAR was able to get one kill ahead of me. He was an extremely good player and our difference in kills would always be by one. Our styles were very similair so I was very impressed at his skill. Take a guess who it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy0b7VBNWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/AML80D0wGP0/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy0b7VBNWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/AML80D0wGP0/s320/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403392044813071714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess gaming is pretty much in our blood. Needless to say I was very proud that the only person present able to compete at my level was my very own little brother. A side from everybody screming "fuck Tooth" they were also screaming "Omg the Bear just killed me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy36pfWkII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TC1HXfj7qqQ/s1600-h/DSC03531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy36pfWkII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TC1HXfj7qqQ/s320/DSC03531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403395871135404162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the tournament started for the singles meaning one on one matches only. The rules were MLG (major league gaming) something I didnt expect. Regardless I was ready, The match is a 15 kills and 15 minit time limit. I underestimated my first opponent much to my dismay as he was able to pull off a few good moves but I was able to manouver against most of them and won. Althought to be honest I won because the time was over and the score was 13/9 but if time had not run out he might have cought up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy8O6KPEfI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uBENvpglE5Y/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Svy8O6KPEfI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uBENvpglE5Y/s320/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400617254130162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we all made it to next round once again proving gaming is in our blood. My next match proved to be much easier as I was dealing with someone who was a camper sniper meaning all they do is grab the sniper and wait one position for u to arrive. My brothers had both defeated their opponents first as without a radar it was difficult to locate mine and the referee joked saying how if I loose this match i'll be the only brother not to progress. Motivated, I battle riffle the shit out of my opponent once again advancing to the next round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvzBQXeLcUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qPOvdHhWHkw/s1600-h/DSC03532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvzBQXeLcUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/qPOvdHhWHkw/s320/DSC03532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403406139860414786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fer round 3.....well thats when I lost, but I lost due to time and the fact that  my opponent had a ROCKET LAUNCHER. By then both my brothers lost to their opponents as well and for what its worth the guy who beat me went on to fight all the way up to several more rounds. I dont if he won since the tournament was like 3-4 hours long and after loosing we pretty much split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SwHE2bkDPbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zc7-6oFnQAk/s1600/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SwHE2bkDPbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zc7-6oFnQAk/s320/DSC03541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404817467212250546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Mortal Combat vs DC competition and I got 7th place, I pretty much too everyone down using my fav character Deathstroke and sometimes Batman as well. Entering two tournaments  was pretty exausting so thats why I lost and I lost to a guy using Subzero.....the most fuckin overpowered character ever...his ice counter attack is dog shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-2272319961618678258?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/2272319961618678258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=2272319961618678258' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2272319961618678258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2272319961618678258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/10/connecticon-2009.html' title='Connecticon 2009'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SvydUw51J3I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-VMUohu3w9I/s72-c/DSC03584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-7710758846549450495</id><published>2009-09-16T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:18:55.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Its been quite awhile, just recently got back from America and been so free that i've basically been procrastinating the whole blogging thing. Alright so to tie everything together I guess things would have to start shortly before I left for Malaysia. About a day or so before that, went out to watch a movie with some friends. We wanted to maximize it as we were afraid that we might not get the chance after our results come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDGP4pkb3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/3P57ObO223Q/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDGP4pkb3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/3P57ObO223Q/s320/DSC03576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382019530914819954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hague and went all the way to watch the Pathe/cinema at Schevenegen because we had just missed the movie we wanted watch being Public Enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDHTBJX6wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UDbwTnXC9IA/s1600-h/DSC03583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDHTBJX6wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UDbwTnXC9IA/s320/DSC03583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382020684246936322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty awesome and they definitely glamorized the whole bank robber life style and made it seem cool. Johnney Depp as always did a fantastic performance and kinda made you sympethize with Dillinger and see the law and the police more as the villains. Kinda makes you wonder if anyone during that era still alive today that was a victim of Dillinger or an ancesstor of a victim just how would they feel about the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDIGAFlU7I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EheZHZJFVC0/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDIGAFlU7I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EheZHZJFVC0/s320/DSC03577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382021560135930802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the movie was over I pretty much had a John Dillinger phase furthered by the public enemies theme which was pretty catchy. In case your wondering what the song is called its "ten million slaves-Otis Taylor" and its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDJqblDslI/AAAAAAAAA2g/8UkvebQxC-I/s1600-h/at+mcdonalds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDJqblDslI/AAAAAAAAA2g/8UkvebQxC-I/s320/at+mcdonalds.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382023285502620242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much after that I left for Malaysia, it was quite a different but fun stay their. I didnt take a lot of pictures if any because my camera wasnt working right shortly before the trip but happened after that time I watched Public Enemies. Its like Murphys Law. I also didnt tell a lot of people that I was coming back because I wanted it to have me being their be under the radar but news got out either way. I met up with all the close friends who already knew I was coming back. Theirs not much else to say, if you read my old post of the last time I came back its pretty much the same and i'd be writting the same thing again. I hardly got to meet up with Ben though because during my third week their he had to leave for U.S which was quite a buzz kill but its for his future which is cool. Also,when I finally got back to Holland,a lot of people got on my case for not telling them I was back and what not. I mean seriously, would you want to waste your time hanging out with someone who you hear from like twice within 6-7 months that feels out of desperation and/or courtesy instead of hanging out with people who you will genuinely have fun with.  However that wasnt the case with everybody, I didnt let some people know because I didnt want other people they knew to find out and therefore had to play it safe. Either way I ditched the courtesy friends because I feel i'd waste my time putting effort into it and that would be just so "high school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDO0CE4fcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9pHlqvlFzg8/s1600-h/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDO0CE4fcI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9pHlqvlFzg8/s320/group2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382028948013612482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, everynow and again, I see a status on facebook and its all like "misses high school very much" and if its not that i'll get this person talking to me online going all hey I miss high school or I miss high school too and "Dont chu miss High School". Then theirs all those declerations of "Ï wish I could go back to high school again and lets relive high school". If its not to each other its to me and just for the record no I DONT MISS HIGH SCHOOL and are you people insane or just brain dead from sucking the dust from your sheleves. First of all, half of the people who are saying this now hated high school back then. Infact all they did was bitch about how much they couldnt wait for it to be over, when they werent bitching about that they were bitching about each other (the same people who are now sending "ï mish you to each other") and some of these people going all mushy over missing high school now were absent majority of the time. Absent, not because they were sick but because they hated it. Whats to miss exactly...backstabbing friends who are so insecure about themselves that they have to make you feel bad to make themselves feel better, shallow pretencious people on so many different levels, corrupt forms of authority and not to mention people who hate you simply because they desire to be you. Personally I was a victim of that, everybody hated me simply because they wanted to be me. Well get in line losers. Either way I just wanted to point out how pathetic you are for contradicting yourselves and just wanted to say how sad it is that you guys cant even outgrow that whole scene and not to mention still go by a play on words that was infact a crude insult.  That is pathetic...it does make me happy however that the your lives must suck so much now that you revert to missing what was once the worse moment of your lives back then. Grow up people, I didnt go out with any of the courtesy friends when I came back because I didnt care about what they think anymore and just wanted to hang out with people I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDT0RvQKqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tyY6cKMhl8Y/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDT0RvQKqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tyY6cKMhl8Y/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382034449775995554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, its not a disst or an insult , i'm just saying theirs a huge difference between missing high school and missing your FRIENDS!!!!!. For instance you can miss your friends without missing high school but now your just going back on everything ever said. Take Damian for instance,he hated it and does he say he misses it....nope because unlike everyone else hes not a hypocrite. Eveytime we talk on msn and mention high school its always about how were glad its over. So their you go, whatever it is you have to tell me about a reunion or wanting to meet up after how many years you can go stick it. I know who my friends are. Now thats done and over with, í'll be bloggin about my trip to america and uni stuff so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-7710758846549450495?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/7710758846549450495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=7710758846549450495' title='149 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7710758846549450495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7710758846549450495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SrDGP4pkb3I/AAAAAAAAA2I/3P57ObO223Q/s72-c/DSC03576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>149</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-5616686418703711079</id><published>2009-07-12T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:50:56.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Hot to Stop</title><content type='html'>I know this is odd, my next post is so soon but the reason behind that is mainly because I'm not sure when ill be able to access the internet and the pictures from my computer at the same time. So I have to post this long awaited post now or never and that a side going back in time, my exams are finally over and the sentence ive been waiting 2 long years to say has finally arrived "No more BSN anymore!!!!". So yea the holidays started and I basically celebrated pretty much the old fashion way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Slps8wN8kyI/AAAAAAAAA1A/XHQBZdmed9A/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Slps8wN8kyI/AAAAAAAAA1A/XHQBZdmed9A/s320/DSC03356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357714497701974818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involved a lot of hanging out almost every other day, the good thing about living in Holland are the easy use of transportations through the train compared to having to reply on a car or a cab. Its cheaper and more enviromental friendly so we help the earth at the same time. YAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlptzfsTBMI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ihPwuyz4FiA/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlptzfsTBMI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ihPwuyz4FiA/s320/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357715438158677186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we mustve seen every single new movie on its premier,the first day it was out we were their. If it was full wed go all the way to Schevenegen just to be one of the first to watch it, in Holland at least. The movies included Hangover, Transformers revenege of the fallen, Terminator, I Love you Man , Bruno , Duplicity and Ice Age 3 with the last two being sadly quite a dissapointement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpuyKCXTtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/T52sY6_WZNM/s1600-h/122238+001_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpuyKCXTtI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/T52sY6_WZNM/s320/122238+001_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357716514677411538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we werent outside wed just chill indoors ya know, Playing a bit of xbox live and what not while making crappy second rated videos the world will never see. The holidays has allowed to seriously keep up with all the old movies I missed because I moved. This would include : Superbad, Knocked up, Step Brothers,Pineapple Express, Juno, Tropic Thunder, Hancock, Jumper, Hellboy 2 golden army and 300. I'm not quite done with my list though. I still want to watch Meet the Spartans and Disaster movie. &lt;br /&gt;Stil&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpwJ4QMC7I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w-5N2F82b4c/s1600-h/testout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpwJ4QMC7I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w-5N2F82b4c/s320/testout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357718021732043698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had time to catch up with my best friend from the mainland more often as well. We usually talk most of the time but with the holidays and everything its easier to catch each other online and skype as the kids say these days. He's always fun to talk too and so we laugh our heads of so much It almost makes me feel like were back in O.U again. Ya know, a long time ago back when I still lived in Malaysia, some "friends" said that I wasnt really friends with Damian and that the friendship was based on something else but not mutual kinship. Anyway their strongest evidence was basically that I didnt know his birthday and he doesnt know mine. However with moving to Holland everything I began to realize who my real friends were and those "friends"arent really friends. Also, I came to realize with the whole birthday thing I dont actually remember or know any of my friends birthday without the use of facebook or friendster to remind me. For instance now that I have a new phone their was so many people I forgot to wish this year. So in the end, it wasnt the whole birthday thing that made me a bad friend. I just dont really care all that much for people. Plus since when do guys actually remember each others birthday, thats more like a chick thing and I'm no chick. Oh and while I'm at it, the holidays gave me the time to explore my new laptops features including one that can fix all those crappy photos my camera couldnt take because it was too dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Slpy3ec6DyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Xhpuhaqk4ZA/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Slpy3ec6DyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Xhpuhaqk4ZA/s320/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357721004103307042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at my first ball/prom in Holland, clearly you can see more then just shadows now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpzIHNr3sI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lmHaS0CRSuU/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpzIHNr3sI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lmHaS0CRSuU/s320/DSC03082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357721289923223234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at Nicks Party ,I posted this picture in my last post so you can compare the difference and see how much its improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpzY0HSGII/AAAAAAAAA1w/w3f9odAIxqg/s1600-h/azreen+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlpzY0HSGII/AAAAAAAAA1w/w3f9odAIxqg/s320/azreen+and+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357721576853870722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at my high school prom in Malaysia which apparently a lot of people didnt have fun at but like I said Holland makes you realize things. While something like that used to bother me I realized that I got paid for making a bunch of annoying people I hate misreble. What more could I ask for. Regarding the pictures, okay so their not exactly perfect but their pretty good compared to how they originally looked which was completely black. Sad thing is if I knew about this feature sooner I might have spent more time taking pictures in the dark compared to how pointless I felt it was at the time. Well thats about everything I can think to update with right now. This will be my last post for maybe a very very long time. So till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5616686418703711079?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5616686418703711079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5616686418703711079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5616686418703711079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5616686418703711079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-hot-to-stop.html' title='Too Hot to Stop'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Slps8wN8kyI/AAAAAAAAA1A/XHQBZdmed9A/s72-c/DSC03356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-6761836070260239977</id><published>2009-07-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:53:07.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach parties and Sugar rushes</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back Back again Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been an odd month, and I've just had a lot on my mind to take the time to sit down and do this. Anyway more on that later,just wanted to cover up everything that happen before first. Not to long ago I went to Nick's beach party thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZJFupRk-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7_ziCcsRxis/s1600-h/4219_1155312323579_1250820950_30410641_6384293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356549169573106658 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZJFupRk-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7_ziCcsRxis/s320/4219_1155312323579_1250820950_30410641_6384293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alex had slept over the night before so after chillin at the hague we eventually met up with everyone else their around 8.00 and because it was at the beach which is obviously a big place it took a lot of time both finding and walking to the place and the fact that it was windy didnt help either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZIPXVWD2I/AAAAAAAAAzw/JapvIPc9A3Y/s1600-h/4219_1155313083598_1250820950_30410659_4960255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356548235602562914 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZIPXVWD2I/AAAAAAAAAzw/JapvIPc9A3Y/s320/4219_1155313083598_1250820950_30410659_4960255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; It was pretty fun,anyway in this picture if you pay close attention directly under my hand is my retarded camera that cant take pictures in the dark and yes I do know about turning the flash on but that didnt make a difference at all. Take this picture for example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZKK5Wp_pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/gP-V0dYzI70/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356550357858778770 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZKK5Wp_pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/gP-V0dYzI70/s320/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This one was taken with flash and yeah clearly its not clear but whatever the whole taking loads of pictures thing is overated anyway. I mean I just want to take a few key pictures to remember the moment by. That just makes me more badass....no that makes me superbad, which is better than badass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZMGjLvS7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/dAJUMFn6rlw/s1600-h/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356552482211187634 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZMGjLvS7I/AAAAAAAAA0I/dAJUMFn6rlw/s320/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Speakin of badass,some stuff at the party didnt turn out the way I wanted it too and so after like how many cans of red bulls I got into one of those moods I seldom get into. Like the last time I was in one of those moods I was singin akon and james blunt music in public out loud. Anyway, different situation so I just did some other sugar rush feeling stuff instead. I have a short video of what happen that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ade0ed1ea7408f92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dade0ed1ea7408f92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331429589%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAD1992C95CAA63B597E9F0FB8617154306BF109.3FA726B7EB5F69C611624701F624A084EB3AA7C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dade0ed1ea7408f92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmP2jd-a8piZB7bDiM5PXIg23w4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dade0ed1ea7408f92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331429589%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAD1992C95CAA63B597E9F0FB8617154306BF109.3FA726B7EB5F69C611624701F624A084EB3AA7C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dade0ed1ea7408f92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmP2jd-a8piZB7bDiM5PXIg23w4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to shorten the video, some of the parts that got cut out included the whole me taking down 5 guys with nothing but a toothpick and getting asked out by Heidi Montag. I might delete the video in a few days anyway so what difference does it make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZTRtE2x5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nHfwW61e5ZA/s1600-h/DSC03089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZTRtE2x5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nHfwW61e5ZA/s320/DSC03089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356560370426627986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we were done hanging out with Jason Segal and Bill Hader we made our way home by taking the tram. Clearly somebody really had a good time. Anyway I was just pretty confused that night, a huge part of me still is and if your close to me then you already know what I was confused about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZUuITBO0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/S7zUXO75GZs/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZUuITBO0I/AAAAAAAAA0g/S7zUXO75GZs/s320/DSC03092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356561958281755458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about that night again I'm kinda reminded of Superbad and that whole thing with Michael Cera's character Evan. Regardless it doesnt matter now, like everything else thats happened its in the past now and doesnt matter. Will update soon. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-6761836070260239977?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ade0ed1ea7408f92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/6761836070260239977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=6761836070260239977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/6761836070260239977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/6761836070260239977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-parties-and-moving-on.html' title='Beach parties and Sugar rushes'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SlZJFupRk-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7_ziCcsRxis/s72-c/4219_1155312323579_1250820950_30410641_6384293_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-5617896262056774888</id><published>2009-05-31T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:42:53.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day at School?</title><content type='html'>On the 7th May 2009 the long anticipated day had finally arrived. After waiting for two very very very long years it was finally my last day at BSN. To start with on the day its self they had this thing called Mock up day where all the students about to leave come to school dressed up in a costume and for that day play pranks on each other and the school its self. Very mature right?...yes very mature indeed. So take a guess at what my costume was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKLMawbcFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cMVUqIu9Fcw/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKLMawbcFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cMVUqIu9Fcw/s320/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341985153471967314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a walking oxymoron, get it?. An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines two normally contradictory terms like icy hot and bitter sweet. So me being the living embodiment of misery am wearing a Mr. Happy shirt. Pretty funny huh?...yea don't worry because nobody got it either. Instead I got called Mr. Happy the whole day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKMUIdlrXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/CuM6Pj6CmgM/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKMUIdlrXI/AAAAAAAAAzI/CuM6Pj6CmgM/s320/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341986385511689586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after school had ended their was an after school celebration on a boat trip that would last for 2 hours( my god these people must like each other for gods sake). So me and Alex got dressed up and were on our way when we bumped into the Veronica s at the train station. You know the Veronicas, those two really hot twin sister singers. So I ditched Alex to hang out with them because they were so persistent. We were about to really party it up "ya know what im sayin" but I found out they were Australian so I told I wasn't feeling well and went home. Not long after they wrote their untouched song so guess who that was about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKO7jaHRBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CgdvW_rKQKg/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKO7jaHRBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CgdvW_rKQKg/s320/DSC03093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989261783024658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got back home Alex was already their and decided to sleep over for the next four days and that ladies and gentleman is how I celebrated my last day at BSN. I remember first arriving here so long ago and everything I've had to endure since then. I never wanted to come here, I was dragged out a life style that I was more than comfortable with and put into a place where I'm looked at like a fucking minority. Their was still so many things that I wanted to do and will never get the chance to because I moved here. I had to endure so much and all my own but I survived it and because of that Ive become a stronger person but not to say that their isn't any damage. I have become somewhat emotionally stunned as I don't seem to have the ability to care about anything that doesn't directly effect me. So am I going to miss my time at BSN?. The answer is clearly no, people are people and buildings are buildings accept One Utama. I am just so glad and relieved that my days their have come to an end. Anyway this might be my last post for a while because I have to deal with some stuff so till then .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5617896262056774888?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5617896262056774888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5617896262056774888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5617896262056774888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5617896262056774888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-at-school.html' title='Last Day at School?'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SiKLMawbcFI/AAAAAAAAAzA/cMVUqIu9Fcw/s72-c/DSC03070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-4592372760249021528</id><published>2009-05-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:45:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens Night</title><content type='html'>Koninginnedag or Queen's Day is a national holiday in the Netherlands on 30 April or on 29 April if the 30th is a Sunday. Queen's Day celebrates the birthday of the Queen of the Netherlands. Apparently however the celebration begins the night before Queens day its self called simply Queens night which from what I hear is suppose to be the biggest night in Holland and despite the fact I abhor the weather I decided to conform and go out as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShV_GLZv-6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/J4QMLFrN2Cc/s1600-h/DSC02995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShV_GLZv-6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/J4QMLFrN2Cc/s320/DSC02995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338312677434325922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after school I went back home first to change while those who couldn't wait already went out first. Somewhere around seven I when the sun finally went down I figured it was about time and met with Farhan at the train station before meeting up with everybody else. He had just moved here from Malaysia and it was his first queens night too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShV_9bsaSNI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ZV7R-GcfFAQ/s1600-h/DSC02993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShV_9bsaSNI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ZV7R-GcfFAQ/s320/DSC02993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313626700368082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the celebration was happening everywhere the closest and most happening place for me was The Hague. By the time I got there the street was filled with people everywhere and a music/D.J station would be at every street corner so you wouldn't be able to walk far enough before hearing more techno music playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWBOB2X2VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hZHYGH2_BlY/s1600-h/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWBOB2X2VI/AAAAAAAAAxw/hZHYGH2_BlY/s320/DSC02990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338315011332233554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their were a lot of carnival games as well, like the kind you find at an amusement park. The one where you try throw a ball at a bottle, filling the clown head with water etc. Their were a lot of roller coaster rides as well but it didn't look safe enough and I rather die differently then being a statistic in a carnival accident. A side from that was my conspiracy theory which could actually be fact was that the huge amount of money you throw at these games and rides goes to the Queen her self which is suppose to be her birthday present I guess and I rather spend my money on my self than another person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWEHsjuHzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3xeZzJ8ak20/s1600-h/DSC02992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWEHsjuHzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3xeZzJ8ak20/s320/DSC02992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318201072525106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I expected and anticipated I met a lot of people from my their school as well. Their were the people I didn't want to meet , the people I wanted to meet and the people I really really wanted to meet. Quite surprised however that despite the massive scale of the celebration it was easy to bump into and recognize them and vice versa. Sadly their must be something about BSN students that make them stand out among all the other crackheads I was surrounded by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWFvYXP0uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vHPU_bot98I/s1600-h/DSC02991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWFvYXP0uI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vHPU_bot98I/s320/DSC02991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338319982357893858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the remainder of the night just walking around and stoping at those music playing locations to chill "ya know what I'm sayin". A side from that I'm not quite sure what else to write. I suppose I could have put a bunch of pictures with everybody I took that night but last time I checked that's what facebook is for and well I'm not a bimbo either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWScvBCpoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/lNj3yGcBX7E/s1600-h/800px-Koninginnedag_2009_Incident_2.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShWScvBCpoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/lNj3yGcBX7E/s320/800px-Koninginnedag_2009_Incident_2.svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338333955672417922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing I can think to mention was that the next day or so someone tried to assassinate the Queen of Holland. Apparently the guy was going through alot and decided to go out in a bang. Clearly he failed as he drove his car somewhere else rather than his target. Jeez, a lot of chaos seems to be happening in Holland this year. First an air plane crashes on their no.1 airport and now this. This was kinda a quick post after the last one considering my usual timing but thats what happens now that Ive reached level 65 in COD WAW. Anyway still lots more to do so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-4592372760249021528?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/4592372760249021528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=4592372760249021528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/4592372760249021528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/4592372760249021528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/05/queens-night.html' title='Queens Night'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/ShV_GLZv-6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/J4QMLFrN2Cc/s72-c/DSC02995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-2227521521350913417</id><published>2009-05-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:27:50.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to London</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back with a brand new post and with my sincere apologies as well. A lot of stuff has been going on lately keeping me occupied but to start with would be my return to London. I seem to have spent a lot of time their this past year and found it odd going their again so soon and on a school trip no less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg2l_9ZzgvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/z5ZSzPH4bMk/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg2l_9ZzgvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/z5ZSzPH4bMk/s320/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336103651737043698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after the drama exam was over I found my self on the way to the air port for the theater studies London trip and as sad as it is this was my first official international school trip to another country. Upon arriving to the air port the first thing I did of course was made all the teachers believe I had brought my brothers pass port instead of my own and the reason they were fooled by this was because my brothers picture is in fact in my passport. A mistake done by the dutch government when I first had to move here. Interesting visual effect really, even though my name is clearly written their everybody pays attention to the picture. Upon reaching the hotel the rooms we had to stay in were allocated to us with the problem being that their was an odd number and someone would have to sleep alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3FcHSTGmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LLOsA85kVVw/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3FcHSTGmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LLOsA85kVVw/s320/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336138220286712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that I volunteered to sleep alone and I think people got the wrong idea and felt sorry for me without realizing the fact that I actually wanted a room to my self rather than sharing one room with 2 other guys. Seriously, with a combination of personal space issues, mild O.C.D and xylophobia is it any wonder that the first thing I did in my hotel room was rapping out loud to my IPOD and when I wasn't doing that I was just chillin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3HWdXNJoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/tJg1B6cFt6I/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3HWdXNJoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/tJg1B6cFt6I/s320/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336140322156914306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning more than happy. Space, privacy and solitude really brings out the best in me so I cant wait for the dream of living alone to finally come true. Spend the next day traveling everywhere using London's underground system as a student of the trip we were given an oyster card that could be used for our whole time their. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3Ir4aARkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oKnEz-khuX0/s1600-h/king-lear-at-the-globe-theatre-ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3Ir4aARkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oKnEz-khuX0/s320/king-lear-at-the-globe-theatre-ii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336141789705291330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the places we visited was the London globe theater and a modern adaptation of King Lear. Ive always seen posters of the globe theater around my English lit class room so it was pretty cool to finally be their in person. The performance of King Lear totally awesome as well(look at me describing a play as awesome,how times have changed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3L4esHGDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rpCk95IUZxY/s1600-h/DSC02494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3L4esHGDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rpCk95IUZxY/s320/DSC02494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336145304675096626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got back my Hotel room I was more than exhausted due to all the walking around. So I decided to order some room service so I could continue to enjoy the joys of having my own room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3Js20g0hI/AAAAAAAAAww/ydVm8PMNjlw/s1600-h/Dancing-At-Lughnasa-at-th-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3Js20g0hI/AAAAAAAAAww/ydVm8PMNjlw/s320/Dancing-At-Lughnasa-at-th-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336142905971102226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another play we went to see was Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel. Before watching the play I had read Friel's Translation which was a story that centered around the English colonization of Ireland and how the Irish people dealt with it. I guess I related to it a lot because the same story could be same about Malaysia. With that in mind I knew I would subconsciously compare the two plays together and by the end of Dancing at Lughnasa I decided I enjoyed translations more. But the play its self is still very good but dont take my word for it you can read the review from the Guardian as well http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/mar/08/dancing-at-lughnasa-shakespeare. Isnt it just awesome how I actually got to see not just any performance but the same one that the Guardian and many other critics reviewed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3MZCktsPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yCLeHeISYsM/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3MZCktsPI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yCLeHeISYsM/s320/DSC02497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336145864063561970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back I was starving but it was really late so everybody else went to the Subway next to the hotel and because I hate eating vegetables I planned to wait for everyone to be done and id sneak out to grab a bite later (another perk to having my own room). I would have made it too if Anthony didn't recognize me whilst I was trying to sneak out. Regardless it turned out okay because we ended going out to hang somewhere else instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3NVYz__1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/XO9dpvciQMg/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg3NVYz__1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/XO9dpvciQMg/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336146900825407314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really fun trip and it amazes me that most of the people here got to do this for most of their lives . Back home the furthest Ive ever gone on a school trip was the museum that was basically an hour drive :P. Also after all this I remembered an occasion where someone I knew was bragging and telling me about a road trip that he went with his friends. That person was trying to make me feel left out saying "too bad you weren't their" and highlighting the moments of his little trip with a glee. So after my London trip it really brings out the question "would I have rather gone on a co ed trip to another prestigious country and visit theaters that most people can only dream about or would I have rather gone on a trip with a bunch of other guys and one of them being a raging home sexual to places Ive been before. Yea, tough decision, sorry but I don't take it from behind and my heart goes out to those who had to endure that kinda of "anal" trauma during the trip. Anyway, my next post will be about queens night if I'm not too busy. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-2227521521350913417?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/2227521521350913417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=2227521521350913417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2227521521350913417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2227521521350913417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-to-london.html' title='Return to London'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sg2l_9ZzgvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/z5ZSzPH4bMk/s72-c/DSC02496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-805874770164577634</id><published>2009-04-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:44:53.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Damn Right</title><content type='html'>When I use to hear that very word "drama" , it always meant bad news but not this time. The kind of drama your thinking about is left behind in High school with the fake friends I don't bother to pretend to like anymore simply by not keeping in touch with. The drama I'm talking about is the kind involving performing, something I personally enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2eYb9ibhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E0Ldfjmo2Qc/s1600-h/100_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2eYb9ibhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E0Ldfjmo2Qc/s320/100_1429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591676536450578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my time in year 12 I took drama as a subject and decided to carry it into year 13. To get to the point, the practical half of the exam was coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2OeH59-zI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7ehbKHZ1Ack/s1600-h/100_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2OeH59-zI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7ehbKHZ1Ack/s320/100_1428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331574182045940530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passed by more and more practices were held. So much so that I even needed to come to school on the weekend. Both Saturday and Sunday, but the fact that I actually enjoy it makes it feel more fun then seeing it as a burden. The practical exam is divided in to three parts which are Devised , pre 1900 and post 1900. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2Pno8wqnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8WSwe_X4UMk/s1600-h/2584_65366036783_524121783_2156195_6916396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2Pno8wqnI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8WSwe_X4UMk/s320/2584_65366036783_524121783_2156195_6916396_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575445046471282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre 1900 involves choosing a play that is set before or during the 1900. This one proved to be difficult to choose what to do. Asian in a Shakespeare play?...wouldnt work. In the group I was in settled for She Stoops to Conquer where I played the part of Charles Marlow, an upper class gentleman who finds it difficult and awkward talking to woman he likes of his own class. A role I could not relate too :P. For the post 1900, duh that means choosing a play that occurs after 1900 and I went with Educating Rita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2RcavR8bI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-Ov3GTAvJ8s/s1600-h/2584_65365901783_524121783_2156184_6678097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2RcavR8bI/AAAAAAAAAvY/-Ov3GTAvJ8s/s320/2584_65365901783_524121783_2156184_6678097_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331577451276530098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the devised you basically get to write your own script but it has to center around the theme given to you at the start of the year. This part was obviously fun as well as we were allowed if not forced to write parts of the script and seeing the script and words that you had actually written being performed not just by you but by other people and in front of an audience no less is a remarkable feeling. Our script was set at a mental institute and the character I played was mentally insane. I tried to put a good mixture of all my favorite characters into it i.e Hannibal lectre, Patrick Bateman, Joker (heath version) and Rorschach. Also after watching watchman a lot of quotes from the movie and the book went into the script to give the character a darker edge. The day of the exam with reason I was fairly nervous because for our devised peace we performed on a traverse stage rather than a proscenium arch. However even though we were the first group to perform that day everything went well without a problem. After the first performance was over I wasn't as nervous about the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2Tw0v2OzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OaWGJb7L2kc/s1600-h/n524691197_2034388_4697194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2Tw0v2OzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OaWGJb7L2kc/s320/n524691197_2034388_4697194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580000878869298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all that's over with its time to concentrate on the written part of the subject which involves a 5000 word limit coursework. However practical drama classes are actually done and over with and is officially over for me as I wont get to do anything like this anymore and that somewhat saddens me. It also got me thinking of how things were in the old country which I still call home and to me the system back home is sadly CRAP. The entertainment industry back home works in this way: "if you want to make it you have to be either really hot or really ugly, with talent of a person coming in second". Back home the art of performing is looked down upon and is seen as unimportant to most. We dont seem to encourage creativity. For instance, the general assumption that art stream kids are morons compared to pure science bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2WlM9i9_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/SLiTkRdtm6c/s1600-h/alex+trying+to+kill+alwi(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2WlM9i9_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/SLiTkRdtm6c/s320/alex+trying+to+kill+alwi(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331583099755231218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove my point let me draw forth your attention to events in 2004 and 2005. In 2004 the Msia form of entertainment is put into place for the paramount championship. All the actors were the self appointed people who consider themselves to have a-star looks and the writers for that piece were those consider to be "creative" because they read some sappy book about a somebody who was tortured. Well theirs the mix, what happened next should be fairly obvious. Now in 2005, it was different. We got the actually funny people involved. People with talent first and looks coming in second and instead of one "I bring my lap top to star bucks so im creative" person to write the script we all tried to chip in. Ida wrote the first draft and I helped with the second and after working repeatedly to make it better it turned out amazing. True your thinking "you just ripped of Sepet so don't be cocky" but ill argue Sepet just as a recurring theme which is forbidden love seen also in Romeo and Juliette. We didn't rip it off, we applied the concept into our own theme and in the end it turned out to be a bigger success where the bitter talentless people expected us to fail. Yes, we didn't win but the only reason that is because the judges mind set was that of the Msia form of entertainment mentioned earlier. Which brings me to my next point, we succeeded without the help of a lot of people in our class. Most of who were chicken and or traumatize due to the events of last years performance. Thing is, where are these people who were too coward to perform and can barely say a proper sentence to save their lives. That's right, these are the same people doing Mascom which last time I check, performing and talking as it were plays a big part. Its no wonder that if this is the system the only good shows that we've enjoyed are western style imitations like Roda Impian, Who wants to be a millionaire and Akedemi fantasia. It doesn't matter if I'm offensive but we need less of you "I can do an apu accent that's very bad, I speak with "like" in my sentence so I must be cool, I'm creative because I listen to indie music, I play the guitar so I must be a rock star, My family says I can sing so it must be true, I'm good looking it wont matter how I talk retards. Lets stop looking at how a person looks first because ya know what looks can be bought but talent is something your born with. lots more to blog about soon so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-805874770164577634?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/805874770164577634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=805874770164577634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/805874770164577634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/805874770164577634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/04/drama-damn-right.html' title='Drama Damn Right'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sf2eYb9ibhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/E0Ldfjmo2Qc/s72-c/100_1429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-311406348155046731</id><published>2009-04-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:37:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Watches the Watchmen</title><content type='html'>The following entry is my tribute or nod as it were to one of the greatest graphic novels it has been my pleasure to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwi's journal-5th March 2009, Had presentation for psychology class today on the accuracy of Hollywood's presentation of cowboys. Spent 6 hours making a 5 minute video extracting scenes from different movies. Played video, got a lot of good responses and praises from everyone who enjoyed it. Their praises meant nothing compare to her silent one, smiling sweetly with both eyes closed before she rest her head gently against the palm of her hand. Shes one of a kind,rare,like coke in a green bottle, they just don't make them anymore. Odd,small gesture can fill someone with such happiness. Happiness,rare emotion these days. Some who asked how I did it never heard of windows movie maker before. Odd coming from international school born students, must remember to investigate further. Watchmen movie came out today, read watchmen within the first few months of moving to Holland. Helped to deal with the pain and lost of moving to Holland. Found the graphic novel to be an all time favorite with unforgettable characters especially Rorschach and Ozymandiaz. If not for novel to ease mind might have committed suicide by now. First heard a movie was being made about a year later. Felt excited couldn't wait,thought this must be the feeling. The feeling bookworms get when Da-vinci code came out and for the bimbo's and sluts when Gossip Girl came out. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloodly Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and frat boys... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sd0OVMVUNYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/49pw6myXLVc/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sd0OVMVUNYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/49pw6myXLVc/s320/DSC02567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322426091872466306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then saw trailer whilst in America shortly before visit to comic con. Got even more excited, knew movie was gonna be good, every scene in trailer recognizable from panels within the comic. Back to present, premier came out during school hour posed as slight problem. Left school early to watch movie alone, felt could enjoy it better that way anyway. Departed from school and took train then tram to get to Cinema Shcevenegen due to earliest showing. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. Arrived at Cinema, no one at ticket counter probably getting high, bought ticket electronically and payed through ATM card. Arrived in theater room, only 5 other people present. Not surprised due to time. Movie started and felt movie was good if not on par with comic. Definitely better than Wanted as Watchmen stuck with the material it was given. Took tram and train home while predicting the negative outcome the movie might bring. If follow the footsteps of The Dark Knight, all the frat boys and posers will start claiming to be fans. Rorschach might become a mainstream character like "V" became. Arrived home with bad taste in mouth,the idea that the jocks and bimbos of society might start calling themselves fans and walk around falsely representing haunts mind. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and greasy haired ear piercing self proclaiming gangsters will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper "no". So many personality inconsistencies,how can one person have so many conflicting traits at the same time. Like a suicidal person being pro life for abortion. This world is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?. Personality Inconsistencies, like a bad joke, funny when think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sd0ODdJK8GI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yX3V-gkN-ls/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sd0ODdJK8GI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yX3V-gkN-ls/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322425787147284578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my procrastinating effected my impersonation. Tried to fit in as many quotes as I could. Theirs still more to blog about soon anyway trust me, so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-311406348155046731?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/311406348155046731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=311406348155046731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/311406348155046731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/311406348155046731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-watches-watchmen.html' title='Who Watches the Watchmen'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Sd0OVMVUNYI/AAAAAAAAAuw/49pw6myXLVc/s72-c/DSC02567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-4635388114085738831</id><published>2009-03-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:10:43.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Friday the 13th to V-day to Turkey</title><content type='html'>Its been a while but for the first time its not me procrastinating or anything, theirs a reason to it but keep reading to find out. Theirs plenty to blog about so lets start with in the proper time line and begin with Friday the 13th. If you really know me youll that im a huge horror movie slasher fan and the Friday the 13th franchise is at the top of my all time favorite list. In fact after the Rob Zombie Halloween remake I thought they should remake Friday the 13th as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWSARyWxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/63CI6MC7lec/s1600-h/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWSARyWxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/63CI6MC7lec/s320/DSC02283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310894359144717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my script I had the whole idea of who the cast would be including actors such as Lindy Booth, Holly Towne, Chelan Simmons etc. Id love to tell what the story would have centered around but its so good I wouldn't want you to steal my idea and make millions out of it. Regardless at Comic Con I found out about the remake but I missed the panel because the line was too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWe-GvtVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/V_U4GsLoQwE/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWe-GvtVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/V_U4GsLoQwE/s320/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310894581899834706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say on its first premier I went all the way to Amsterdam to watch it. I really did enjoy the movie and as a true fan I noticed how most of the stuff was kinda a mix of the first 3 movies combined. The girls were hot and Jason still kicked ass. My only complaint a side from the use of the bow and arrow would be the cinema I watched it in. It was like being surrounded by a pack of monkeys I meen seriously have these people been smoking too much pot and space brownies to know what your suppose to be quite in a cinema. These crackheads were making their own private jokes out loud for Christ sake. Now on to Valentines day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWtKy2I9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/dPpu1_Bma3g/s1600-h/Sandbox_Tundra_Pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWtKy2I9I/AAAAAAAAAtY/dPpu1_Bma3g/s320/Sandbox_Tundra_Pow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310894825824199634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was unable to celebrate Valentines day in Holland because I went to Turkey the next morning of next day. Contrary to popular belief I dont hate Valentines day. The only bad thing about it was that the play list on Halo became V-day massacere where you team up with another person in a two vs two match and with my luck the odds of getting teamed up with a good player dropped significantly. A side from that another annoying thing that happened on Valentines day was the sad pathetic losers who hate valentines day because their single. On facebook a lot of people were joining the single on v-day and proud of it group which is just so pathetic. Its fine if you want to hate it but not for stupid reasons like just because your single. Then their were those people who based the day saying its a marketing scam, that its very existence was made so prices would can be put up . What a bunch of morons, if that's true then Christmas, Halloween and Hari Raya are marketing scams as well genius. The prices go up on that day not that day was made for prices to go up captain delirious. Shocking I know, isnt it ironic how me of all people am the one defending a day of love. At the risk of sounding self absorbed these people could learn a thing or two from me. Just look at my experience with Queen B,Padme,Purple Hypocrite,Nymphomaniac and currently Silk Specter(my heart just skip a beat). Ive gone through the whole 360 and have experienced it in every form, ive been cheated on and had my "friends" turned against me and im still alright. These people don't realize that theirs so much more in life to be depressed about then just not being with someone. You think your problems are over when your in a relationship but really that's when the problems start. Now on to Turkey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQXHAvRIRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xBKDPtjFN4w/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQXHAvRIRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xBKDPtjFN4w/s320/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310895269801435410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really an Awesome and beautiful country and its tram system kicks Hollands tram system's ass ten times over. Its also a country when you can negotiate prices of items which is definitely a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQTmoHfhLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dfbzpkUpc5k/s1600-h/DSCN1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQTmoHfhLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dfbzpkUpc5k/s320/DSCN1266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310891414901458098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got exposed to the whole Turkey expirience including the belly dance thing that once again beats Hollands so called overrated red light district ten times fold. Well the food clearly consisted of Kebabs most of the time but its a Muslim country so everything was halal anyway like being back in Malaysia only with bad cold weather. The sales man their were epically persistent hence the thumbs up for negotiating. Now here's the reason for the procrastination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQUaF0kJAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HneKAJQYH3c/s1600-h/800px-Crash_Turkish_Airlines_TK_1951_cockpit_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQUaF0kJAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HneKAJQYH3c/s320/800px-Crash_Turkish_Airlines_TK_1951_cockpit_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310892299048461314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe what the media, what happen was that me and all the other passengers were trapped on an island for 3 weeks and the wreckage they found at the air port was faked by a man named Charles Whitmore to prevent people from learning the secrets of the island...lol...Lost rules doesn't it. Seriously though, I am somewhat grateful that me and my family are okay and unharmed. I do wish I told more people I went to Turkey though so I Could have faked my death and wouldn't that have been cool, being remembered biting the big one like that then dieing just like everyone else. To the family of the passengers who lost their lives my condolences and hope their in a better place now. Ive watched watchmen already as well and what a day that was and when I blog about it I'm gonna do it Rorschach style and maybe I might include the overwhelming feelings I have for a female larger then life so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-4635388114085738831?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/4635388114085738831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=4635388114085738831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/4635388114085738831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/4635388114085738831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-friday-13th-to-v-day-to-turkey.html' title='From Friday the 13th to V-day to Turkey'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SbQWSARyWxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/63CI6MC7lec/s72-c/DSC02283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-2468241150199498753</id><published>2009-02-08T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:36:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Dive</title><content type='html'>The weekend I got back from London I got a call from Alex who invited me to go along with him and everyone else to New Years Dive at Schievenegen Beach. Although initially reluctant to go out and endure the cold harsh weather of Holland, Alex convinced me to get out of bed early on a weekend to go to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7sQ0pqzJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RNFbIGePE5Y/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7sQ0pqzJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RNFbIGePE5Y/s320/DSC02238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300433585217129618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, the New Years Dive is where everybody in different parts of Europe go to the beach and take a dive in to the cold waters to celebrate the beginning of the new year. So to start with their was a countdown at the beach that go at 12.00 which would go off and everybody in the crowd has to take the dive in. Before the countdown their were lot of performances and partying without the drinking for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7vNwdDy6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/esRLGSS7j1w/s1600-h/DSC02240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7vNwdDy6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/esRLGSS7j1w/s320/DSC02240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300436831085775778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody recognize the cameo in the picture,the building in the background is where I had my year 12 ball and theirs also that same building in a picture in my Lycantrope the door post. Huge amounts of the beach were closed other then the area for where the official dive would take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7wlf0pEbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8a-Rfrx7lD4/s1600-h/DSC02244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7wlf0pEbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8a-Rfrx7lD4/s320/DSC02244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300438338449772978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ones who were gonna do the New Years dive were given a free Orange snow cap and gloves along with a free can of soup upon entry. This was apparently because from what I heard people have gotten really sick because of prolonged lunge exposure to the weather along with the dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY8HHsJ8qnI/AAAAAAAAArw/QCyWM9z51Rc/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY8HHsJ8qnI/AAAAAAAAArw/QCyWM9z51Rc/s320/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300463115131726450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole everybody wearing an orange snow cap kinda thing really had somewhat of an artistic prespective and it also allows you to show that youve done it and that you were their. Wearing the snow cap after the thing was over was like saying to everybody around you "Hey I did the New Years Dive, did you?" which kind of reminded me of Comic Con with the badge and name tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7x45EDKII/AAAAAAAAAq4/yjhDHq_vxj0/s1600-h/DSC02248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7x45EDKII/AAAAAAAAAq4/yjhDHq_vxj0/s320/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300439771154425986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tent was used as a changing area but not like it really mattered because people were changing back and fourth everywhere regardless. 20 guesses why this picture is funny. Ill give you a clue "you can see the moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7ykVkc1VI/AAAAAAAAArA/r0hXImraRp0/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7ykVkc1VI/AAAAAAAAArA/r0hXImraRp0/s320/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440517540894034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the benefits of living in a European country are hot girls with no boundary or modesty issues. But like most things in the world nothing the good comes with the bad. In a nut shell I've never seen so many melon's but sausages at the same time as well and because the huge amount of size of people theirs no where you can look without seeing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY8D7CCtiTI/AAAAAAAAArg/WrR2GXhfKgI/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY8D7CCtiTI/AAAAAAAAArg/WrR2GXhfKgI/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459599133772082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exactly at 12.00 sharp everybody ran into the water dove in and ran out. It was mad with everybody running in at the same time but at the same time the experience was exhilarating. Sorry for the disappointment ladies but no shirtless pictures of the main man here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY71_02i93I/AAAAAAAAArQ/adPtLUWB4YQ/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY71_02i93I/AAAAAAAAArQ/adPtLUWB4YQ/s320/DSC02245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300444288329643890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dive everybody cleared out all at the same time so the trams and buses were too crowded for me to go back home right away so we hung out their. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY72h5240CI/AAAAAAAAArY/ISzXIcfIq8g/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY72h5240CI/AAAAAAAAArY/ISzXIcfIq8g/s320/DSC02246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300444873788805154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Alex being the last two to leave the beach. All in all I'm glad I went and really did have fun. I don't know a lot of people I would have enjoyed doing this with back home and these kind of events to be celebrated at this level in Malaysia is unlikely. But my god this happened back in January, when I said procrastination is my kryptonite I wasn't kidding. Ill try to update more regularly so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-2468241150199498753?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/2468241150199498753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=2468241150199498753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2468241150199498753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2468241150199498753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-years-dive.html' title='New Year&apos;s Dive'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SY7sQ0pqzJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/RNFbIGePE5Y/s72-c/DSC02238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-8119226942970904501</id><published>2009-01-24T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:59:11.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted in London</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, Ive been meaning to do blog sooner but didn't feel like it for several reasons. One being that this post will push away the Comic Con post and I just got out off my psychology exam and I'm quite unsure about how to feel about it. Anyway for New Year I spent it the same way any other stereotypical Malaysian would. I spent give or take 10 days in London. I haven't been to London since I was in standard 3 and was originally quite excited to go. However I was worried about the trip cash wise because some of money went to going out and filling up the car but anyway unlike most however we drove their, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuEBnALYFI/AAAAAAAAApA/nikYjz0u1S8/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuEBnALYFI/AAAAAAAAApA/nikYjz0u1S8/s320/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294970950088613970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs this train station that's somewhere near Paris or something that serves as transportation for those who don't want to fly. This could be done either by train or ferry. The train ride was pretty fast but it was the journey to the station that was long. Once again like any other stereotypical Malay I visited all the places the tourists would go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuFG5YSYAI/AAAAAAAAApI/ZD6OVVRbmF4/s1600-h/lion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuFG5YSYAI/AAAAAAAAApI/ZD6OVVRbmF4/s320/lion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972140432547842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trafalgar Square, I remember coming here as a kid and their were loads of pigeons and you were suppose to feed em and what not but their wasn't really that many when I went their this time and that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuGKmYwXQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kzPqMfxM7a8/s1600-h/IMG_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuGKmYwXQI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kzPqMfxM7a8/s320/IMG_3737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973303565344002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your observant enough you'll have realized that's not Will Smith. Its a wax statue of him. No,I'm not joking it really is. I was so surprised when I went their and I kept going whoa whoa whoa they look so real and I took pictures with the Shahrukhan bollywood star statue the most thinking to my self wow "I'm going to tell everybody I actually met him and they'll believe me". Nah I'm playin that's what I would've done if I really was like any other Malaysian stereotype. I didn't make a big deal about it because they had one in Amsterdam already but we went to the one in London because obviously its bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuH8ujhWMI/AAAAAAAAApY/JD-tI_ARZeY/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuH8ujhWMI/AAAAAAAAApY/JD-tI_ARZeY/s320/DSC02205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294975264263067842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of London, I think the ticket price for it is seriously over price but when you think about it who in their right mind would want to go on it twice. Oh and check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuIrIfYUdI/AAAAAAAAApg/QZSaxboegbc/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuIrIfYUdI/AAAAAAAAApg/QZSaxboegbc/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294976061499003346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is soooooo funny isnt it. I mean they put an L between P and A so it says Play station instead of Pay station. British humour is so bleedin funny isnt it. So bleedin bleedin funny. When I look at this the I'm reminded about how glad I am that there is an American version of The Office. YEA I SAID IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuJiP2DGPI/AAAAAAAAApo/406MCXje8ak/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuJiP2DGPI/AAAAAAAAApo/406MCXje8ak/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294977008365934834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The placed I enjoyed my self the most was definitely Forbidden Planet. Its one of the most well know comic book shops in Europe so the reason behind why I enjoyed it their the most has become self explanatory. I spent money their the most as well, but surprisingly their were much less options then expected, another thing America has over the U.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuTqFlgfhI/AAAAAAAAApw/XsDNoByNwLg/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuTqFlgfhI/AAAAAAAAApw/XsDNoByNwLg/s320/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988138167434770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we went to to white cliff in Dover. Old school fun and it had a nice view. The next picture was taken by me at the top of the London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXupkA1cLXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/F8TZjm5Xbrw/s1600-h/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXupkA1cLXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/F8TZjm5Xbrw/s320/DSC02208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295012223068679538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what your thinking,that I make photography easy but the truth is it really is.All in all the London trip was quite beneficial and other then dealing with the bad weather their I wouldn't mind going again. On an almost unrelated note,people always believe what they hear more then what they see and because of that everybody and I mean everybody always has the wrong idea about me,wrong about who they think I am and wrong about what they think I can do. For instance some of them think I'm their friend or that I want to be their friend even though Ive made it clear in more then several ways that I really don't want to be. With me its always been actions speak louder then words so start paying attention because the picture is to those of you who just don't get the message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuomhYEHzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YmLf7SVU_Rs/s1600-h/97278-the-killer_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuomhYEHzI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YmLf7SVU_Rs/s400/97278-the-killer_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295011166651948850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not clear the captions read "this is my face while im fucking you in the ass" so get the message retards? The truth,is only a matter of opinion and perception and thus can sometimes vary. People are always so very very very predictable and pathetic. Anyway, still got loads more to blog about so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-8119226942970904501?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/8119226942970904501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=8119226942970904501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8119226942970904501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8119226942970904501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/01/london.html' title='Wanted in London'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SXuEBnALYFI/AAAAAAAAApA/nikYjz0u1S8/s72-c/DSC02177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-8936809215911085163</id><published>2009-01-13T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:19:14.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead of Winter</title><content type='html'>I remember my first winter in Holland, in fact it was already winter the moment I moved here. That was about 2 years and many months ago but the memory of it is more then fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWznyy8jfII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h93KJHc3-1o/s1600-h/firts+winter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWznyy8jfII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h93KJHc3-1o/s320/firts+winter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290858522108722306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter of 2007, I remember being excited when it started snowing because it had been years since I had actually seen or felt real snow, unless that is you count that simulation of winter they have up in Genting. I remember all the teachers asking me if this was my first winter and the same reply I gave each of them. I remember how much I hated having to move and I still hadn't accepted the idea of actually living here and I remember missing my life in Malaysia a lot.I was a different person then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWzpZkZPlrI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XTvKXxK-ro4/s1600-h/snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWzpZkZPlrI/AAAAAAAAAoY/XTvKXxK-ro4/s320/snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290860287729047218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter of 2008, that winter was obviously less exciting then the first but it was the first time it got so cold that water everywhere froze up,including the pond in front of my house. I remember everybody running out of their houses with their skates to play ice Hockey with. I remember the snow ball fights and how it wasnt exactly like I thought it was gonna be mainly because I was making snowballs with no gloves :s. I was a different person then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWzrYsGviCI/AAAAAAAAAog/PJyfXbe4RNo/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWzrYsGviCI/AAAAAAAAAog/PJyfXbe4RNo/s320/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862471642318882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter of 2009,its snowing again already and this is definitely the coldest winter ever. I'm a different person now. I was looking back through all the winter pictures of me being here and theirs one thing I noticed. My hair, It sure has gone through a lot of changes over the years. I remember my hair was even a slightly different color the first winter I was here and damn thats money down the drain. Anyway the whole point of this post was to reflect at some of the moments I didn't really think about in the past and if all goes well this might actually be my last winter in Holland but weather thats a good or bad thing I'm not sure. One last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWztQlBmz_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/L3uqFDN-tXg/s1600-h/borrow+for+a+while.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWztQlBmz_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/L3uqFDN-tXg/s320/borrow+for+a+while.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864531326029810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take the time to wish one my closest friends Happy Birthday and you gotta be top notch if I actually bothered to mention it here. Ive chosen not to really keep in touch with most of the people back in Malaysia because well most of them annoy me. So happy birthday Damian, among all the pieces I have on the chess board I call life your definitely one of my more favorite pawn's :p. Theirs still loads to blog about like stuff on New Years so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-8936809215911085163?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/8936809215911085163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=8936809215911085163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8936809215911085163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8936809215911085163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead-of-winter.html' title='Dead of Winter'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SWznyy8jfII/AAAAAAAAAoQ/h93KJHc3-1o/s72-c/firts+winter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-5515812646527909271</id><published>2009-01-05T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:05:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluating the Year</title><content type='html'>Holy procrastinating, it sure has been a long time since I've posted anything. Anyway theirs so much to blog about but I was tagged so ill start from their and because I felt like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could describe the Year in one word what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Quick....it really was,That whole thing about how time flies by when your having fun couldn't be more true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the best movie you saw all year?&lt;br /&gt;The Incredible Hulk, I know a lot of you were expecting me to say The dark knight but that movie was so overrated. Just the fact that it was voted no.1 movie of all time on imdb shows this. To top it off was the number of people who dressed as the Heath Ledger joker for Halloween claiming to be huge joker fans and the number of bad joker laugh imitations I've heard by the Malaysian population. Fuck it...this rant will need a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the worse movie you saw all year?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to decide, their was P.S I love you which basically had a really pointless and gay storyline. Then their was Enchanted that showed the fairy tale world can be easily corrupted by our shallow society, but it was kind of funny. That CGI Star Wars movie was awful too but carrying the name star wars gives it icon points. So the worse movie goes to P.S I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the best television show you saw all year?&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one but I would have to go with Law and Order SVU, their hasn't been an episode that was disappointing and not thrilling. Each episode also carries a message and the ending is always an unexpected one as sometimes the rapist or murderer does get away further increasing the realistic value of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the worse television show you saw all year?&lt;br /&gt;Well its definitely not One Tree Hill this time, its Gossip Girl. That show is ridiculously shallow and the plot is ridiculously circular. I mean seriously the only thing carrying the show is the eye candy. If Leighton Meester and Blake Lively weren't more then easy on the eyes the show would tank big time because its plot is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the best song you heard all year?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone decide which song is the best, but the song that was stuck in my head the most and the song i heard most often was Katy Perry's hot and cold so ill go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the worse song you heard all year?&lt;br /&gt;That James Morrison feat Nelly Furtado, so much for being so called indie music. Seriously what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the funniest thing you heard all year&lt;br /&gt;"you sound like your from London" from Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I might actually change my mind later because its such a tough one to decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the stupidest thing you heard all year?&lt;br /&gt;This was a tough one but after talking to most of my friends they all agree. After cheating, "No one will ever love you as much as I do". Golly gee, thats probably the stupidest thing I've heard my whole life. Its really pretty self explanatory why its stupid but it almost went to the funniest thing heard all year section as well because its just that stupid LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the funniest thing that happened to you during the year?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing funny happens to me but I make funny things happen. Theirs just too many to list so I wont bother listing any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing that happened to you during the year?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no contest here because its hands down Comic Con 2008. If you add all the times I've been happy in my life before Comic Con with how happy I was during Comic Con it wouldn't even be half as how happy I was their.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you do any of your years resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not,I mean who actually does :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5515812646527909271?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5515812646527909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5515812646527909271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5515812646527909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5515812646527909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2009/01/evaluating-year.html' title='Evaluating the Year'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-5103758344039962807</id><published>2008-11-30T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:53:50.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK4PvjOd_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/UqHuFBLwyaI/s1600-h/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK4PvjOd_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/UqHuFBLwyaI/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274480694206035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a week to my birthday I was actually feeling pretty bummed. Ive always had bad experiences when it comes to my birthday and I expected this one to be no different then the others. I cant even remember my 15th birthday but Im pretty sure I must've done something involving friends coming over and a lot of the play station 2. My 16th birthday is cloudy as well but the harder I think about that day I feel like suffocating my self with a pillow covered in leather. I hated it,thank god their are only 24 hours in a day because if that day had been any longer id have shoot my self. I do remember my 17th birthday, it was during SPM and I reluctantly had to spend it at someone else's house because I had an extra English Lit class to prepare us for the exam that Monday. So basically that year turned out to be no better then the one before. When I turned 18th I was already in Holland,nuff said. Surprisingly though this year turned out to be quite different and my 19th birthday was by far the best I've had in a long time. I cant begin to thank everybody who wish me from both Malaysia and Holland. With minutes to my birthday Damian wished me first online and followed by that was Alex Tan who called but I wasn't their to pick up,the morning its self while I was still asleep Izzat Rahman called to wish me. I cant exactly remember what we were saying but I think I vaguely remember muttering "Thanks maaaaaaaaaaaaaan.....before falling back asleep". At school, Thomas wished me next followed by Alexander van rijn,who also got me a present which was basically buying two pizza's that he paid for,each cost 2 Euro's so basically thats a 20RM pizza. The rest of the day followed the same with people wishing me in class and using it as an excuse not to have to study. Getting home I got a lot of wishes on facebook as well which wasn't such a big surprise really. Got a lot of missed calls from people in Malaysia,unfortunately my hand phone turns its self off after a while since its bump on the head at the sleep over I had at Alex's house(a problem ill have to look into)still I called most of those miss calls to thank them. In terms of presents there aren't many,a good sign because this shows the transaction between a kids birthday and someone my age. The difference would be that a kid expects to get a lot out of his birthday through presents whereas a teen would be expected to throw a successful party. Back to the presents,besides the one from Alex their was another unexpected present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK10V5lKKI/AAAAAAAAAno/XviSvpNHqoU/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK10V5lKKI/AAAAAAAAAno/XviSvpNHqoU/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274478024440752290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hardcover of anything sold in Holland would already cost at least 20 euro's. I cant thank you enough for the present. Its not overpriced to the extent it'd make me feel guilty and pressure me into buying a present at the same price at another time. Its not something you think I should have,its something I wanted and that obviously makes me happy. Thanks for making this birthday different then the ones I've had these past years. You know who you are :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK3FtywhrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/QqQOgYiuhWQ/s1600-h/mk_vs_dc_universe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK3FtywhrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/QqQOgYiuhWQ/s320/mk_vs_dc_universe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274479422423991986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side from that I used the money from my parents to finally get the MK vs DC game. That was 54 euro's well spent and I expect my self to be very busy going live after i'm done with Arcade mode. So all in all I had a very good birthday,once again thanks to everybody. I'm feeling pretty lucky and dare i say happy as well. I think my next post is going to be about the weather,or not, so Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5103758344039962807?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5103758344039962807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5103758344039962807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5103758344039962807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5103758344039962807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-19th-birthday.html' title='Happy 19th birthday'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/STK4PvjOd_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/UqHuFBLwyaI/s72-c/DSCN0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-8573951834121163533</id><published>2008-11-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:30:00.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Alone</title><content type='html'>So the holidays came by pretty quickly which was a good thing because I really needed the rest. It was a weeks holiday and my family decided to go to Germany but I decided to stay home instead as I had my reasons. In other words I had the whole house to my self so what else was I gonna do...eeeerrrr no I didnt throw a party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyBRUTIxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8nMRG6yaR0w/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyBRUTIxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8nMRG6yaR0w/s320/DSC02125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267085130363773714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: So on the first day I basically spent the whole day glued to the Tv and the xbox doing nothing but switching between playing Halo constantly only stopping to switch to playing Call of Duty 4. However i had to stop for awhile to go out to buy KFC for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhxn5RusjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZMmra0s2lpU/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhxn5RusjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZMmra0s2lpU/s320/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084694413816370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: The next day was no different,another whole day of constant xbox live exposure. That night however I had a horror movie marathon. I had dinner infront of the Tv while watching Sleepy Hollow,The Ring and The Ring 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyM8OYInI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NdVc4XOXChw/s1600-h/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyM8OYInI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NdVc4XOXChw/s320/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267085330860221042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: I was running out of hot wings so I decided to save them for dinner and go out for lunch. I went to Burger King in a rush and decided to buy extra for later as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyfv-BUqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iF1o8SyNtQ4/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyfv-BUqI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iF1o8SyNtQ4/s320/DSC02127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267085653987906210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:I pulled an all nighter in front of the television. I played Call of Duty all night long. The difference this time was i hooked the surround sound to the xbox 360 av channel. The experience was totally awesome and with the lights off it made it feel as real as being in a real war but then again I wouldn't know anything about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhzKI_ijKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yTu1HxN9J1o/s1600-h/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhzKI_ijKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/yTu1HxN9J1o/s320/DSC02128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086382259670178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: When I said an all nighter i meant an all nighter. Obviously I got tired after that and spent the most of the day catching up on some much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRh04XT7NZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zOtRm4jWTiU/s1600-h/DSC02129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRh04XT7NZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zOtRm4jWTiU/s320/DSC02129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267088275888878994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:I needed a break from playing Call of Duty...so i played Halo3 instead. But in all seriousness I was pretty worn out by then and I had a headache from sitting in front of the television screen to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhz-ruEWuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_0qeOCl8430/s1600-h/DSC02131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhz-ruEWuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_0qeOCl8430/s320/DSC02131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267087284934826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:Last day of having the house to my self,all in all I had a really good time and  it sorta encourages me to work hard so I can live the life of a bachelor like this. Unfortunately in spite of that I did everything but work. My next post will be about Halloween or something else depends on what happens. Till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-8573951834121163533?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/8573951834121163533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=8573951834121163533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8573951834121163533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/8573951834121163533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-alone.html' title='Week Alone'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SRhyBRUTIxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/8nMRG6yaR0w/s72-c/DSC02125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-7913798386878046394</id><published>2008-10-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:27:19.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lycanthrope at the door</title><content type='html'>This post is overdue,I swear to god procrastinating is my kryptonite. Anyway,a few days or so after arriving back in Malaysia I got a call from Wan Xiong who was having a euro trip and extended his flight because he didn't want to go back to Malaysia to soon(who does).That officially makes Wan Xiong the first person to visit me from Malaysia. On the day he arrived I picked him up at the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCLkV-r6xI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d7v_UcACRcQ/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCLkV-r6xI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d7v_UcACRcQ/s320/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260357821260360466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for his train to arrive at Leiden Central and in my hand was a sign that read "werewolf or Maurice" which was an inside joke but soon after I felt pretty lame holding that sign up and only showed it to him when he arrived. We went back to my place and caught up on the going on in each other's life. That weekend I brought him to Schevenegen Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCNolDmZ7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Sn9mz8ovcVg/s1600-h/DSC02531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCNolDmZ7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Sn9mz8ovcVg/s320/DSC02531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260360093050234802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always cold their and that day was no different as it was raining as well. When we got their I basically waited around while Wan took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCODg5kUeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5sX2Rk1sX9I/s1600-h/DSC02530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCODg5kUeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/5sX2Rk1sX9I/s320/DSC02530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260360555790881250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong wind led to strong waves,Wan's camera tripod got left behind when he tried to avoid the coming water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCOxkAvheI/AAAAAAAAAko/FnPOFIQqxQc/s1600-h/DSC02534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCOxkAvheI/AAAAAAAAAko/FnPOFIQqxQc/s320/DSC02534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260361346900264418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent almost the whole day their chasing sea gulls and watching people chase sea gulls. A few days after we decided to go to Amsterdam,the Red Light District in particular. Wan had already been their alone but how often do you get to go to these things with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCPoUHYGBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HBUmIN-wfAg/s1600-h/amsterdam-red-light-district.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCPoUHYGBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HBUmIN-wfAg/s320/amsterdam-red-light-district.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260362287525926930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we met up we walked around and after getting out of china town Amsterdam I brought him to the Red Light District area. As we kept walking down the road their were alot of guys convincing us to come to their show (ya know what im sayin). Highlights include one guy saying "Dont tell me your here for the windmills" and one guy said "Live sex show,you can watch and dont need to fuck"...lol...isn't Holland great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCQ1gkN-NI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BfZaTWHBPks/s1600-h/amsterdam15107_wideweb__430x286,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCQ1gkN-NI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BfZaTWHBPks/s320/amsterdam15107_wideweb__430x286,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260363613718051026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the sex sales men got to Wan because he was set on actually seeing a "show". Although I was reluctant I guess I understand,its not like he lives here and a opportunity like this is rare. So being generous he even helped paid for my ticket and we watched a "show" that ended up being a rip off. He was disappointed and I don't blame him,we can get better shit on youtube for free for gods sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCSB0QDSPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/coJyHmSrGIo/s1600-h/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCSB0QDSPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/coJyHmSrGIo/s320/DSC02548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260364924672231666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping ahead,We decided to go to a coffee shop (the kind that doesn't sell coffee). I told wan not to go alone because that would just look sad. I had college that day so I met up with him at Leiden after he got back from Amsterdam. While waiting at the train station I was alone with not a single person their.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCSnzLKvII/AAAAAAAAAlI/RGW5HNMgCds/s1600-h/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCSnzLKvII/AAAAAAAAAlI/RGW5HNMgCds/s320/DSC02540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260365577218342018" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was eerily cool,I had watched midnight meat train with Alex back in Malaysia and when I was their all I could hear was a loud chopping sound in the area. I'm joking of course. On the way back from Leiden we found a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCTbsUL8GI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Bqnb-UP9nXk/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCTbsUL8GI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Bqnb-UP9nXk/s320/DSC02556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260366468730318946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Xiong ended up playing with the stray cat and tried to convince me to keep it. For further reference,I hate cats,dogs and all other forms of life. We spent the next remaining days of Wan being here going around other places in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCYPhiGgCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JfeZleW4ypw/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCYPhiGgCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JfeZleW4ypw/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260371757235601442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those places included a market Bangsar type which name escapes me at the moment. We ate fish and prawn dip for lunch which actually tasted good and I ended up buying some for my self other then just sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCZHQAeI5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ws9XHzKmEMc/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCZHQAeI5I/AAAAAAAAAlo/ws9XHzKmEMc/s320/DSC02570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260372714603815826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Wan xiong went around buying souvenirs and stuff and we bumped into this guy who wanted to ask questions about our faith. I ended up having a really interestingly funny conversation with him about god and what not,after that he invited us to a church party. I have a video of it that I might post. Anyway the conversation with the man was a sign and I quickly rediscovered my faith and went to a nearby church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCZrsceMLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HlLMKL_Mrk4/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCZrsceMLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HlLMKL_Mrk4/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260373340712743090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance,we were in the church because Wan wanted to take pictures of it. Their was historical significance around it but I wasn't paying any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCaE6DVu1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/fp-lX94yW-k/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCaE6DVu1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/fp-lX94yW-k/s320/DSC02573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260373773862157138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I followed him taking more pictures...lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of pictures. Their was a parade that day as well so I guess that made the environment livelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCaiYgXWNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xadB4J5d_Lw/s1600-h/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCaiYgXWNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/xadB4J5d_Lw/s320/DSC02576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260374280253167826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once his trip ended my dad and me sent him to the air port where we said our good byes. In his classic words "See you in a decade or two" and me saying "even then it'll be too soon". Regardless of anything,I did have fun to some degree while he was here and it was nice having familiar company from Malaysia as the only other people ever to visit me other then him would be my cousins.I would've spent more time with him if I didn't have college. On that topic,I was late everyday because of all the late night talks with Wan and now have a lot to catch up on. Theirs still loads to blog about that Ive been procrastinating so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-7913798386878046394?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/7913798386878046394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=7913798386878046394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7913798386878046394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7913798386878046394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/10/lycanthrope-at-door.html' title='lycanthrope at the door'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SQCLkV-r6xI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d7v_UcACRcQ/s72-c/DSC02011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-5066994000156089090</id><published>2008-10-04T11:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:36:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Malaysia</title><content type='html'>The plan to visit Malaysia was a long time coming,but I didn't really tell a lot of people because I had my reasons. Only the trusted of the trusted knew and the information given to them was limited as well. The day I arrived has varied as well,nobody knew for sure but my first day in Malaysia was July 31st. I spent my first few days doing reconnaissance by my self because I needed the time to think alone and wanted see how much things have changed. Few days after I made my presence known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe38YBt_gI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JububjtyddQ/s1600-h/Me,Damian2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe38YBt_gI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JububjtyddQ/s320/Me,Damian2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253369738220666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damian was one of the few who knew I was coming back so it was no surprise that he was one of the first I met. When he knew i arrived he also knew the drill on where to meet and when. As soon as we met it was already comfortable despite the fact I haven't seen him in 2 years.The fact that we kept in touch online really prevented it from being awkward. So we did what we always do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe5VPl_gPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LzyRhDUj1s4/s1600-h/AL+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe5VPl_gPI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LzyRhDUj1s4/s320/AL+pool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253371264965247218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played pool,lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe5qLKyuBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ijeRPXJfIB0/s1600-h/damian+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe5qLKyuBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ijeRPXJfIB0/s320/damian+pool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253371624554674194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of pool. After that wed go to Burger King and have long conversations about people we hate and how stupid people can be sometimes. Its those talks that I never get tired off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe6Fp8XevI/AAAAAAAAAgI/G0Y9b5QM0eQ/s1600-h/Me+and+Aaron+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe6Fp8XevI/AAAAAAAAAgI/G0Y9b5QM0eQ/s320/Me+and+Aaron+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253372096672135922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I met up with Aaron,he was one of the few who knew I was coming back as well. I met up with him in the morning and we went to O.U to hang out and what not. He brought two of my other old friends as well who I haven't seen in quite a while but I wont say anything because they might not be cool with having their names on a blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe6xTUoz2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wOuFIGX3NRs/s1600-h/Aizatbagme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe6xTUoz2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wOuFIGX3NRs/s320/Aizatbagme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253372846514163554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night,I met up with Aris and Aizat for the classic mamak dinner scene. It was fun,I haven't spoken to them in ages but it was nice catching up and everything. It wasn't that awkward as well since we've all known each other since forever and with that comes a long time of history. The next day was with Damian again but slightly different this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe7l0TbQ7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/PFd_HAMM5QA/s1600-h/toospicydandal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe7l0TbQ7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/PFd_HAMM5QA/s320/toospicydandal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253373748720649138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of our usual thing we found out about this new arcade game called TOO SPICY,bad name for a shooting game but it really was fun. Ended up playing it the whole time. Went home after that,having a Batman moment I called up Nadiya to let her know I was back. Now nobody get offended I called her,ulterior motives were involved.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know where everybody whereabouts were so I could avoid unnecessary conflict with a particular person. So i called someone predictable that kept in touch with enough to know but not close enough to betray me. Motives aside plans were made to meet up that Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe96uQN5JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t4REvM-DXR4/s1600-h/me,aaron,road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe96uQN5JI/AAAAAAAAAgg/t4REvM-DXR4/s320/me,aaron,road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376306897085586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went out with Aaron again,but instead of O.U I went to his apartment instead and spent the whole day their. Had mamak again for dinner at his place downstairs and talked the night away. His place was old to my old school which was also close to my old house where I was staying so It was convenient. Met up with some other friends the next day and all but the important thing was what happen at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe-k9JDzsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Al4HwrLRZ-w/s1600-h/me,ben,car2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe-k9JDzsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Al4HwrLRZ-w/s320/me,ben,car2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253377032448102082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Jin called,he was one of the few who knew id be coming back and he finally got back from Pinang,Melaka or whatever and wanted to grab dinner and a Pokemon Cartridge of all things as well. Unable to get one from me we drove over to an old friends of mines house. Havent seen that particular person in awhile and wasn't really looking forward to it but when I met him again he seemed okay and perhaps I misjudged him wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe_uBypPuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sNZeE8Cf7Ac/s1600-h/Ben%27s+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe_uBypPuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sNZeE8Cf7Ac/s320/Ben%27s+car.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378287826714338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Alex's house was right in front of that particular guys house,Ben and me wanted to take a picture out side of it thinking it'd be funny but was scared that someone would come out with a shot gun and shoot us so we just took a shot from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfAQN1FJ_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/WqmbTNXUfFQ/s1600-h/Pranking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfAQN1FJ_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/WqmbTNXUfFQ/s320/Pranking.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378875173709810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not giving up,I made him run out with me and we took a quick snap before running back in the car and speeding off. Had no idea that Alex was apparently back from U.S and A already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfAxqQ2RQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ahUQ91iWz48/s1600-h/Me+and+Nadiya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfAxqQ2RQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ahUQ91iWz48/s320/Me+and+Nadiya.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253379449742050562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I met up with Nadiya and Syahida. We already planned to surprise Syahida who didn't know I was already back. Nadiya picked me up early that morning and on the way to Syahidas we caught up but got so lost in conversation that we actually literally got lost. Only after a while were we able to find Syahida's house when I kept quite so she could focus. So we surprised Syahida who already suspected something and hung out at Midvalley. The real surprise was what happen at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfCGjyLjxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/376yAkcLohM/s1600-h/nadiyas+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfCGjyLjxI/AAAAAAAAAhY/376yAkcLohM/s320/nadiyas+party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380908291690258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiya's mum through her a surprise party and Nadiya had no idea that Syahida and me were gonna be their. The twist was also that it was the day after her birthday so she wouldn't suspect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfCfg6vMDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FViErhS6QNI/s1600-h/nads+party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfCfg6vMDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FViErhS6QNI/s320/nads+party+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253381337019002930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet some interesting and friendly people who are now the new students at Sri KDU. Most of them also heard about a particular video I made in the past so that was cool too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfDCSD6DYI/AAAAAAAAAho/yyZKRLpT-ZM/s1600-h/fathir,damian,me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfDCSD6DYI/AAAAAAAAAho/yyZKRLpT-ZM/s320/fathir,damian,me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253381934326353282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after of hangin out with other people I finally caught up with Fathir who I haven't spoken to in ages as well. We planned to meet up for lunch but Damian wanted to meet up as well so combined both together.Their happen to be an Anime fest as well so we checked it out just to make fun of the people their.Moving ahead of time so I don't outstretch the post,I bumped into Izzat at O.U who invited me to his sisters wedding. It was about the same time I found out Alex was back which was convenient as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfDz-8u9FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6OJZdGMP_RM/s1600-h/izzats+sis+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfDz-8u9FI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6OJZdGMP_RM/s320/izzats+sis+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253382788189451346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Alex at O.U before the celebration where we had a chance to catch up,the wedding was pretty awesome and I got to meet a lot of interesting and friendly people as well. It was also my first Malay wedding in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfE8zu4lNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hehH-Zrv2qQ/s1600-h/Me,Dar,Damian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfE8zu4lNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hehH-Zrv2qQ/s320/Me,Dar,Damian.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253384039309022418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Damian,Darma and Calvin the next day. We had a pool match first which me and Damian unfortunately lost by one ball but one the fooz ball games by a long shot.After that we introduced them to that new game at the Archade TOO SPICY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOjBD6ADBpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/42KLe-clfbI/s1600-h/AL,vs,Calvin3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOjBD6ADBpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/42KLe-clfbI/s320/AL,vs,Calvin3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253661238180906642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing it most of the time we were their,and because they were multiple players it was more fun to play with. I even got challenged by strangers a few times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOjB4dxu5SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YFcMc-vD1eg/s1600-h/Me,Dar,Calvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOjB4dxu5SI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YFcMc-vD1eg/s320/Me,Dar,Calvin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662141137741090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the same day that Damian was leaving for New Zealand which was such a bummer. I really wished we could have hung out more but sometimes its all bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfFp_KBwXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xq7IOf_4MA4/s1600-h/Euphoria+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfFp_KBwXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Xq7IOf_4MA4/s320/Euphoria+night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253384815469773170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was able to see more of Alex which was fun,he really helped with transportation a lot which I really cant thank him enough for. Another thing I cant thank him enough for was that he actually took the time to take me out clubbing. Something we planned but never got to do "together" because I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfGYtb32RI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/I8QuSjotkug/s1600-h/Euphoria2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfGYtb32RI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/I8QuSjotkug/s320/Euphoria2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253385618166634770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast,we stayed their all the way until it ended and after that instead of going straight home we went to a Mamak to chill. We laughed our asses of their until I could hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfHF3KkwFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jFdbRVfIDaE/s1600-h/good+times+role.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfHF3KkwFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/jFdbRVfIDaE/s320/good+times+role.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253386393872547922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping ahead again,I had a sleep over at Alex's house as well. I cant remember if it was planed or it was spontanious but we spent the night watching Prom Night and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. His room was so cold it could give Holland in winter a run for its money. Regardless I really had a lot of fun and wish I had more time then to just do it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfIJtmyF0I/AAAAAAAAAig/OAJUnpP-9fE/s1600-h/Me,park,Ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfIJtmyF0I/AAAAAAAAAig/OAJUnpP-9fE/s320/Me,park,Ben.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253387559537612610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ben Jin a couple of days after,did the routine thing with a couple of friends and all. Skipping ahead to my last day,I planned to have a party but decided to just see everyone off separately would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfIroxQy5I/AAAAAAAAAio/uHCKkEhlVUU/s1600-h/Me,arif.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfIroxQy5I/AAAAAAAAAio/uHCKkEhlVUU/s320/Me,arif.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388142354942866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ben Arif who I haven't seen or spoken to in ages as well. We had a nice chat catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfJPM3oqyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tUHZNjaMge8/s1600-h/me,al,zat,pool2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfJPM3oqyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tUHZNjaMge8/s320/me,al,zat,pool2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388753340771106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him was Alex and Izzat as well,Finally had time to play pool with both of them and play Fooz ball with Izzat again which was a traditional thing for us. It was fun and I'm sure we would have done more but thats what happens when you procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfJyz7_27I/AAAAAAAAAi4/LDZf5ZyTT0I/s1600-h/Me,syad,az2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfJyz7_27I/AAAAAAAAAi4/LDZf5ZyTT0I/s320/Me,syad,az2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253389365123472306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahida and Azreen were their too,soon after Ben had to go back followed by Azreen and Izzat. Izzat made his crying jokes but we all know that I don't cry. Much later Syahida went back and Alex helped send me to my next appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfKj6q2cNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Exp-bAftmTc/s1600-h/skbu+reunion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfKj6q2cNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Exp-bAftmTc/s320/skbu+reunion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253390208744190162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with all my Tropicana/Sk BU friends in one go. I had a good time and like i said before we've known each other since forever and its interesting to see how we've grown from the days of water gun fights to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfLFCO5GGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fTefay3-468/s1600-h/Me,Aaron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfLFCO5GGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fTefay3-468/s320/Me,Aaron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253390777710090338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that Alex dropped me off at Aaron's house,I said my good bye to Alex their and It was hard saying good bye to him just as hard as it was saying good bye to Damian because I spent so much time with him as well. So Aaron and me hung out and talked until my next appointment arrived. I said good bye to Aaron,another though good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfLmRhhHEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fvsj55-B43Q/s1600-h/late+night+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfLmRhhHEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fvsj55-B43Q/s320/late+night+driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253391348750425154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Jin came to pick me up for one last late night driving spree and thats just what we did,we drove and drove and until we found a good place to park his car and talk. We talk the night away until it was 2 hours before my flight. I said another hard goodbye to one of my oldest friends and got some shut eye before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfMXAhR29I/AAAAAAAAAjY/aZvdvTa3394/s1600-h/bandar-utama-and-one-utama-building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOfMXAhR29I/AAAAAAAAAjY/aZvdvTa3394/s320/bandar-utama-and-one-utama-building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253392185999612882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill really miss One Utama and all my friends as well. Everything went as planned and  it was easy avoiding people I didn't want to see because all the smart dumb fucks were already in U.K and the second string dumb fucks went to Australia. I had to skip a lot that happened while I was their as well like Ben Jin's sleep over and the making of a few videos as well as going crazy at Star Bucks. Some of the things mentioned here probably didn't happen in order but thats what I get for procrastinating too long. Ill be blogging about another visit or visitor next.Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5066994000156089090?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5066994000156089090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5066994000156089090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5066994000156089090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5066994000156089090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/10/visiting-malaysia_04.html' title='Visiting Malaysia'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SOe38YBt_gI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JububjtyddQ/s72-c/Me,Damian2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-5679668238055308001</id><published>2008-09-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:26:50.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Comic Con 2008</title><content type='html'>Growing up as fanboy their are several places we dream of going. For me it was Marvel Land at Orlando which came true last year and the second would be San Diego Comic Con which came through this year.Im not entirely sure on how to blog about my whole trip because it would be too long of a post so ill just go through the highlights. Got their a week early before the Comic Con started which was on the 23rd of July. So i spent a week at Houston before flying off to San Diego with my cousin.We arrived on preview night and got to recon the place before the actual main event which was really helpful in our plan for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNf9ySgaD7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zQmyXEm156A/s1600-h/jennifer+autograph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNf9ySgaD7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zQmyXEm156A/s320/jennifer+autograph.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248942931126652850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Sheraton Hotel while we were their which had a free shuttle to the convention center and the earliest shuttle would be at 7.00 which was useful. Their was an awesome view from my balcony and I came up with the idea to take away wings from Hooters and eat it outside while enjoying the view but their just wasn't enough time. Still got to eat at Hooters though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNf-lttDzDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C4Nj9xl3_3k/s1600-h/watchmen+hotel+key.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNf-lttDzDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/C4Nj9xl3_3k/s320/watchmen+hotel+key.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943814600805426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Con being such a big event led most Hotels in San Diego to promote it with comic book and tv show key cards. They had such a selection i didn't know which to choose but went with the Watchmen one in the end.&lt;br /&gt; THURSDAY,JULY 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNY-yCm3ggI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eDIAb5FjsY8/s1600-h/stan+and+grant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNY-yCm3ggI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eDIAb5FjsY8/s320/stan+and+grant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248451445161165314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first panel we went to was the Stan Lee and Grant Morrison panel. Ive wanted to meet Stan since I was in Form 1 so seeing him walk out on that stage is a moment i will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ6liMcTRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iDrelehcrUw/s1600-h/thomas+jane,me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ6liMcTRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iDrelehcrUw/s320/thomas+jane,me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248517200999632146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the panel was over i rushed to the autograph area for the Thomas Jane signing while my cousin went to the booths. I waited in line for about 45 minutes before Thomas Jane showed up but it was worth it. I was totally nervous meeting him but he turned out to be really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeYPozqFkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QckLvX6jY1Y/s1600-h/gail+kim+china.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeYPozqFkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/QckLvX6jY1Y/s320/gail+kim+china.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248831285143148098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail Kim aka China was their as well but she was charging 20 bucks for a picture and an autograph so I didnt bother to even get in line.I was suppose to do a lot of stuff other like go Rose Mcgowan/Red Sonja panel but was just to tired to stand in line again so i spent the rest of the day at the Booth's section looking through stuff.&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY,JULY 25&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached to the convention center we rushed to the Watchmen panel but the line was already freaking long so I got in line early for the next event I had planned which was the Spectacular Spider-man series panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ9TieGQBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V9EZmuteGC4/s1600-h/spidey+cast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ9TieGQBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V9EZmuteGC4/s320/spidey+cast.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520190370922514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awesome and the line to get in wasn't very long because the hall was very big. Among the most well known of the cast their was Robert Englund who is iconic for playing Freddy Krueger. After it was done I was suppose to go to the Spirit panel but ditched it for its long line and went to the Marvel/disguise fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ-jiayMSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/n3RMcgQD-y8/s1600-h/mrvel+phtoshoot+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ-jiayMSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/n3RMcgQD-y8/s320/mrvel+phtoshoot+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248521564746559778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion show totally ruled and the girls were like real models and it wasn't some cosplay stuff. The clothes shown are also gonna be for sale come Halloween if anyones interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ_K6AFO_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/yue5uzGfEmY/s1600-h/mrvel+phtoshoot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNZ_K6AFO_I/AAAAAAAAAdY/yue5uzGfEmY/s320/mrvel+phtoshoot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248522241091910642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we falsely lead to believe that we could take pictures with them and when i asked i got totally dissed by the staff working their which really pisst me off. After that I continued to walk around the booth area and while their I got to meet Tyler Mane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaASijLyoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/vannkazFPWE/s1600-h/me,tyler+mane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaASijLyoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/vannkazFPWE/s320/me,tyler+mane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248523471747271298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Mane who is famous for playing Sabretooth and Michael Myers was such a friendly guy. After that was done I went to Prison Break panel but the coolest thing happened in the line while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaBGAFsZcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/s34AumoMyTc/s1600-h/seth+green.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaBGAFsZcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/s34AumoMyTc/s320/seth+green.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248524355849971138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAW SETH GREEN,we didn't realize it was him at first until my cousin pointed it out. I was so shocked and nobody realized it was him either and when i wanted to take a picture of him he looked up and winked at me. I wanted to go over to get a picture with him but the line moved again and all i ended up with was a silly blur picture. Went back to the Hotel after.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY,JULY 26&lt;br /&gt;Probably the worse day out all the comic con days. I was suppose to go to the Heroes panel but as soon as i got their it was full which didn't surprise me as seeing how their were people who slept over the night before. I didn't expect much out of that but was really excited about the Danielle Harris signing. She played the hot chick in Halloween 2008 who i had a huge crush on.Unfortunately she didn't show,and that really bummed me out.Later i ditched the Pushing Daisies panel so i could go the DCAU signing where Bruce Tim was and during the signing he wasn't as friendly as I thought he would be which bummed me out even more. Soon after i couldn't get into the Pushing Daisies signing because a huge mobbed formed in the line and they canceled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaDFeyc2CI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rxqTy6UZTlY/s1600-h/futurama+pannel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaDFeyc2CI/AAAAAAAAAd4/rxqTy6UZTlY/s320/futurama+pannel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248526545934145570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged off what had happened and proceeded to the Simpsons/Futurama panel which really cheered me up. After that me and my cousin went back to the booths area and i went to the WB booth to grab a schedule when the most amazing thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaDjzkRRzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1ZVNjcL2AVo/s1600-h/me,lee+pace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaDjzkRRzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1ZVNjcL2AVo/s320/me,lee+pace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248527066907887410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lee Pace/the pie maker from Pushing Daisies. Everybody was crowding over him and just before he walked away I was like "NED,NED,one more picture" he then said to me "did you just call me Ned?" while we took the picture. The man is freaking tall he had to bend down just to reach my height for the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeXjUWOUPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eYZbJFkjcR8/s1600-h/plasticman,me,zatanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeXjUWOUPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/eYZbJFkjcR8/s320/plasticman,me,zatanna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248830523736740082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the Comic Con after party which involve a lot of hot girls wearing attractive super hero attire in a dance type party. Although the idea is great and everything I still feel that a dance party hot girls or not is still not very Fan boyish.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,July 27&lt;br /&gt;Arguably the most exciting day of my Comic Con trip and the shortest. I reached the center early and glad because every panel i wanted to go to was in one room.So it started with the Smallville panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaExpGrlWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j_9iMj9JZaE/s1600-h/smallville+pannel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaExpGrlWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j_9iMj9JZaE/s320/smallville+pannel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248528404129224034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun,I laughed my ass off through out the whole thing and Allison Mack was super hot as well. So many things happen in the panel it would take another post to detail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaFRA7dcrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0qNYDJOPOLc/s1600-h/supernatural,me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNaFRA7dcrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0qNYDJOPOLc/s320/supernatural,me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248528943100555954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the Supernatural panel,i love the show and got to see the first 5 minuets of the first episode of the upcoming season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeWyF9rWzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BqVOuGx-xmc/s1600-h/ghostwhispere+panel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeWyF9rWzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BqVOuGx-xmc/s320/ghostwhispere+panel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248829678062099250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly was the Ghost Whisperer panel and its pretty self explainatory that Jennifer Love Hewitt is a member of the cast and if you don't know who Jennifer Love Hewitt is you shouldn't be reading my blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeZU-E-t_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Uk2WFM15HVA/s1600-h/me,symspidey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeZU-E-t_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Uk2WFM15HVA/s320/me,symspidey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248832476263921650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the panel was over I spent the last remaining hours at the booths area and buying last minute stuff that had been put off for too long. After comic con was I stayed another 3 days at Houston before going back to Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeZ86ebbqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ISVjMNsYJKw/s1600-h/comic+con+badge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNeZ86ebbqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ISVjMNsYJKw/s320/comic+con+badge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248833162491686562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really fun trip and its something that ill remember and cherish always. The only down point was the how the Public who aren't real fans were dominating it so much that the real fans weren't really seen which was stupid. It should be the fan boy's who are real fans of comic books who should be a priority and not the posers and the wanna bees. The next post will be about my visit back to Malaysia so till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-5679668238055308001?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/5679668238055308001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=5679668238055308001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5679668238055308001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/5679668238055308001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-diego-comic-con-2008.html' title='San Diego Comic Con 2008'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SNf9ySgaD7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zQmyXEm156A/s72-c/jennifer+autograph.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-3390854087098619559</id><published>2008-08-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:22:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effort In Spades</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from my 3 week holiday in Malaysia and damn hell i had so much fun,alot more fun then i actually anticipated and a lot more fun compared to my visit back in March 2007. I actually want to blog about the whole thing and Comic Con as well but right now i am feeling slightly nostalgic and Ive procrastinated this particular post and if i don't do it now i doubt ill ever do it. The following are the people i spent either the most time with,made the most effort and who kinda miss. Its in no particular order because i don't prioritize my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW524z9mkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hIgu2soCT00/s1600-h/Good+times+role+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW524z9mkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hIgu2soCT00/s320/Good+times+role+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239298094129846850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Tan aka Larry was one of the most totally reliable friends I had during my visit. I definitely had a kick ass time sleeping over and watching movies non stop.  He also helped give me a ride almost everywhere i needed to go and we spent so much time driving around as well that so many Fall Out Boy songs are stuck in my head(not that I mind of course). I totally had fun with all the late night mamaks that involved both of us laughing till our sides hurt and hanging out in places where i would disturb people who walk by. He helped show me what I miss out on while I was away which is what i really needed during this visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW7YbhHf-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dlhrkz6yc1Y/s1600-h/Me+and+Aaron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW7YbhHf-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dlhrkz6yc1Y/s320/Me+and+Aaron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239299769893355490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron,Totally had a blast just chilling at his apartment building from 12 all the way to 8 doing nothing but playing the Ps2 and watching DVDs. Not soon after wed go to the mamak downstairs near his place and talk nonsense about the shit that goes on in life. Very simple fun at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW8svQvcdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gfs_zop6i_4/s1600-h/Dammepool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW8svQvcdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gfs_zop6i_4/s320/Dammepool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239301218302390738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damian Ooi,While hanging out with him we found out about this new awesome game called "too spicy" in which we played almost every time we hung out. Its always cool hanging with Damian just playing Fooz ball and then pool and then Fooz ball again. Wed also usually hang out at Burger King and have super long conversations while enjoying the free refills. Unfortunately,he had to go to Australia and that gave us quite some limited time but it was still awesome while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW9u3_YQCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6XYnrVdionc/s1600-h/Me,Ben+jin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW9u3_YQCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6XYnrVdionc/s320/Me,Ben+jin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239302354516852770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Jin,the dude is like one of my oldest friends. I knew him since the days Pokemon were still in and in Ben's case it still is :P.I got to sleep over at his house once.During my stay he usually would take the effort to pick me up late at night and wed go chill somewhere and if not wed just park his car and talk about stuff the night away. Unfortunately neither of us have much stamina and by 5 wed already be to sleepy to really say anything but hey thats half the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW-2O3oUHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/jJq5aHznIYA/s1600-h/me,ida,pool2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW-2O3oUHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/jJq5aHznIYA/s320/me,ida,pool2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239303580429078642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahida Johan,the thing is i only got to see her twice while i was back because she was in Kelantan during the most of my visit. Despite that,Syahida is the kind of person who's not really into going out and chilling at places for hours doing nothing but talking.B ut she took the effort to come see me and it was in One Utama as well which is far from her house and for that i really appreciate the effort. Its fun hanging with Ida.J and she even dedicated a post about our group of friends from Sri Kdu. It was originally suppose to be about me visiting but became a dedication about me,Alex and other unimportant people...lol...those who haven't read it should check it out at her blog(click her name at the link section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLXBaeLO01I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2lFQBQx_2uQ/s1600-h/bandar-utama-and-one-utama-building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLXBaeLO01I/AAAAAAAAAcE/2lFQBQx_2uQ/s320/bandar-utama-and-one-utama-building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239306402036372306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Utama,All in all i spent most of time here in One Utama. The place holds so many memories for me both good and bad but definitely more good then bad. I grew up here and I feel comfortable and safe here. I never get bored of just hanging out with anybody doing anything from watching a movie to playing Daytona at the arcade. Thats about everybody on my mind right now and this post is kind of like my way of saying thanks for the good time. I think the next post will be about Comic Con so its within the proper time line and then ill blog about my trip back. Till then.Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-3390854087098619559?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/3390854087098619559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=3390854087098619559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3390854087098619559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3390854087098619559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/08/titans-together.html' title='Effort In Spades'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SLW524z9mkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hIgu2soCT00/s72-c/Good+times+role+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-2786993267691039564</id><published>2008-07-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:06.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior School Ball 2008</title><content type='html'>The Location was a good choice,it was at the pier or De'pier a restaurant above the ocean at the beach. This of course allows for an awesome view of the ocean which easily kicks the location of my high school prom. The Ball started at 8.30 roughly,i changed into what i wore just 20 minutes ahead and went straight there. The place was easy to find because i was familiar with the area. Like always,things didnt go to well or as planned. I brought my camera along to take some pictures and here are the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqTdBcnTpI/AAAAAAAAATU/YeQekvPvdoA/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqTdBcnTpI/AAAAAAAAATU/YeQekvPvdoA/s200/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218145245076082322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am saying what the hell is wrong with this thing,you cane even see my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqZmfxU-3I/AAAAAAAAATc/qMzDzP8UZe8/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqZmfxU-3I/AAAAAAAAATc/qMzDzP8UZe8/s200/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218152004904614770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am trying again,i spent quite some time on trying to fix it but soon decided to run with it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqZ4SYvI6I/AAAAAAAAATk/bsIH7taNmio/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqZ4SYvI6I/AAAAAAAAATk/bsIH7taNmio/s320/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218152310549455778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belive it or not there are people in this picture,eventually i got around to fixing the camera and did what i could from there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaXdrGi7I/AAAAAAAAATs/W__qv_Qd8F8/s1600-h/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaXdrGi7I/AAAAAAAAATs/W__qv_Qd8F8/s320/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218152846155221938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,Nick and Cleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaj_kYY7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9mIYA70riQc/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaj_kYY7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/9mIYA70riQc/s320/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218153061412266930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaxDZxXYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CyPb2fkQtVo/s1600-h/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqaxDZxXYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CyPb2fkQtVo/s320/DSC01579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218153285779807618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqgbe2sW_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZFOXLiYrYvw/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqgbe2sW_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZFOXLiYrYvw/s320/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218159512261516274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a lot more pics but most of them look really bad and the ones that are clear are pictures of the floor again. When it comes to me,camera's and prom at the same time the turn out is bad just like what happen back in 2007. Anyway,i did have fun at the ball,met a lot of interesting people and talked to some people i never bothered to say hi too before. It would have been better if i had a proper working camera but you cant win them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-2786993267691039564?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/2786993267691039564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=2786993267691039564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2786993267691039564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2786993267691039564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/07/senior-school-ball-2008.html' title='Senior School Ball 2008'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGqTdBcnTpI/AAAAAAAAATU/YeQekvPvdoA/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-3209058086050356751</id><published>2008-06-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:07.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Lost is wicked cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKwxQxEezI/AAAAAAAAATA/y4IPTbP6ecc/s1600-h/lost-season2-mynd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKwxQxEezI/AAAAAAAAATA/y4IPTbP6ecc/s320/lost-season2-mynd3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215925678809316146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some shows that are so cool they just have to be blogged about. When Lost first came out i wasn't really interested in it. I thought it was going to be one of those Bermuda triangle shows or something along the line of a previous show called Amazon but i was wrong. The show really is wicked cool,the characters actually develop from where they start to where they end and the fact that we learn a little more about them in another episode is cool too. Not to mention the whole island is a mystery thing that touches a persons curiosity leading them to watch more to find out. The show unlike most has me at the edge of my seat sometimes yelling out at the screen because thats just how awesome it is. The music is preety cool too,most shows that actually get there own music made and not used from another musician has got to be cool just like using Shirley Walker is JLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKs_vdl1jI/AAAAAAAAASg/sxmRhErgW80/s1600-h/through-the-looking-glass-parts-1-2-20070524015749140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKs_vdl1jI/AAAAAAAAASg/sxmRhErgW80/s320/through-the-looking-glass-parts-1-2-20070524015749140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215921529520772658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite character for now i would have to say is Desmond Hume.I guess i can relate to him being stuck on an Island and all he wants to do is get back to his true love Penny who we find out waits for him all this time which is sweet as she doesn't ditch him for some other guy despite promising always. If it aint Desmond Jin would have to be the runner up not just cause hes Asian but because he could forgive Sun for cheating on him with another man. I guess you could say i can relate to Jin's feelings as well. All in all Lost is a great show that actually develops along the way unlike stupid One Tree Hill but i can make it simple for you guys. When your watching television what would you rather see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKvZAoT7jI/AAAAAAAAASw/1VDsxgZrh3o/s1600-h/img_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKvZAoT7jI/AAAAAAAAASw/1VDsxgZrh3o/s320/img_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924162649124402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather see this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKvsolZHcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0O8dcvgVd6M/s1600-h/Othnatyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKvsolZHcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0O8dcvgVd6M/s320/Othnatyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924499791814082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this...HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.....nuff said,id like to thank a friend of mine for sending me this picture proving my point.This picture was so lame i keep laughing when i look at it including when i just uploaded it seconds ago. Besids all this something really awesome is going to happen to me,at least i hope so anyway. I might blog again about Lost and why its cool in more detailed way some other time...till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-3209058086050356751?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/3209058086050356751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=3209058086050356751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3209058086050356751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3209058086050356751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-lost-is-wicked-cool.html' title='Being Lost is wicked cool'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SGKwxQxEezI/AAAAAAAAATA/y4IPTbP6ecc/s72-c/lost-season2-mynd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-7227127423748542839</id><published>2008-06-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:32:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era</title><content type='html'>So my exams are finally over with,unfortunately even after my exams are over theres no time to rest because i still have a lot to do with the Global citizenship stuff and personal statements.Its during these times i wish i took something easy and simple like Mascom where all you do is easy as pie assignments.Anyway lets do a review of how each subject went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology:The first test i took,I have to say core studies 2 and 3 were easier to handle compare to core studies 1. Im not even sure about some of my answers for core studies 1 but i answered it in every other way possible so id hopefully get some marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature:The paper on Emma,Hamlet and Translations went pretty smoothly but im not to sure about Betjeman because i only practiced that kind of paper once and during the test i was rushing for time so the results to this would be unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics:I have to say Economics was the exam that i was worried about the most but during the exam i could answer every question including the one of Unit 3.However just because i could answer it doesn't mean it'll be right so i have my fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama:This turned out to be the one i had most difficulty with because the Ground plan i needed to draw turned out to be for a u unaturalistic or Surreal play. Due to time restraints i made some careless mistakes but I'm hoping they wont cause me to much marks. On the plus side everybody said it was difficult as well so its good to know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm glad its over with,next week I'm giving giving a presentation to the year 8's and i don't know how that will turn out either. At least i have 4 weeks left of this before i can get some much needed rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-7227127423748542839?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/7227127423748542839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=7227127423748542839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7227127423748542839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/7227127423748542839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-6320447256924766125</id><published>2008-05-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:07.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SDaw0NtcuFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kzT_dmAnVYY/s1600-h/192678-one-more-day_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SDaw0NtcuFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kzT_dmAnVYY/s320/192678-one-more-day_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203540830553159762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,so thats it for Peter Parker and Mary Jane,there not only not together anymore but their whole marriage history has been wiped out as well. Neither of them remembers ever being with each other and everything that they shared. I have to say though,Spidey's pretty lucky in the sense that hes torn apart from the one he loves but he doesn't remember anything so he doesn't have to go through all the pain others would go through even though usually its only one of the two and so our friendly neigberhood wall crawler is spared of all the pain. I wish Joe Quesada/Mephisto or whatever would do that to me because its honestly better to forget then to remember so Spiderman im sorry u and Mary Jane arent together anymore but im glad that at least u don't remember her. Heres to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wdaPSJDPOA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wdaPSJDPOA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most u guys wont understand the message hidden but thats the beauty of loving something that nobody else does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-6320447256924766125?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/6320447256924766125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=6320447256924766125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/6320447256924766125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/6320447256924766125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-day.html' title='One more day'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/SDaw0NtcuFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kzT_dmAnVYY/s72-c/192678-one-more-day_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-3038700281265845603</id><published>2008-04-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_ehfRGGMoI/AAAAAAAAALE/iLDQWLUjFrI/s1600-h/Most-sexyiest-Skrull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_ehfRGGMoI/AAAAAAAAALE/iLDQWLUjFrI/s320/Most-sexyiest-Skrull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185791054477406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why am i blogging about this?because im trying to help promote an increase in interest in graphic novels for the Malaysian population.Why is Elektra green?Whats with the pic?...its only Wizards cover to Marvel comic's next big story event called Secret Invasion. Whats Secret Invasion about? well its a long story,but heres the summary of it:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_eiKhGGMqI/AAAAAAAAALU/ry8lcdyY9UE/s1600-h/NewAvengers31pg28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_eiKhGGMqI/AAAAAAAAALU/ry8lcdyY9UE/s200/NewAvengers31pg28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185791797506749090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically,everyone finds out that Elektra(yes the character played by Jennifer Gardner) is a Skrull(shape shifting aliens). Because of this,everybody is wondering who else is a Skrull?,how did this happen and how long has this been going on? Marvel seems to have hit the jack pot idea with Secret Invasion because its led my eyes back to Marvel and away from DC's  Final Crisis. Marvel also came up with an official Trailer. Please take the time to watch the whole thing,it'll help u guys understand the story and pump u guys up before u watch the Iron Man movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PayAkDPBkCY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PayAkDPBkCY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everybody's trying to find the answer to all those questions. But the biggest question that all of them would ask them self is&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_emThGGMxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eamODHWBs7k/s1600-h/3011new_storyimage6711215_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_emThGGMxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eamODHWBs7k/s200/3011new_storyimage6711215_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185796350172082962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elXhGGMtI/AAAAAAAAALs/yB9BxWxjZZc/s1600-h/2672new_storyimage3606327_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elXhGGMtI/AAAAAAAAALs/yB9BxWxjZZc/s200/2672new_storyimage3606327_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185795319379931858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elchGGMuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wrbb9Efz_YY/s1600-h/2817new_storyimage4831838_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elchGGMuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Wrbb9Efz_YY/s200/2817new_storyimage4831838_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185795405279277794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elmxGGMvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LeLKDSHE5qc/s1600-h/Skrulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_elmxGGMvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LeLKDSHE5qc/s320/Skrulls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185795581372936946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-3038700281265845603?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/3038700281265845603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=3038700281265845603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3038700281265845603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3038700281265845603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/04/secret-invasion.html' title='Secret Invasion'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_ehfRGGMoI/AAAAAAAAALE/iLDQWLUjFrI/s72-c/Most-sexyiest-Skrull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-1549838552287955668</id><published>2008-04-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:11.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Holiday</title><content type='html'>This post is overdue and this is my second and a more detailed post,but i said i would blog and so i spent my 2 month summer holiday at the following places and more but i don't have some pictures at some places because they are currently unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIoBGGM4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uXp0xVIwZq4/s1600-h/02-rich-at-comic-con.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIoBGGM4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uXp0xVIwZq4/s320/02-rich-at-comic-con.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834085754745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comic con 2007...this place will be further detailed in another post due to its awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIhRGGM3I/AAAAAAAAANI/6TD9rgcTUSY/s1600-h/disney+land+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIhRGGM3I/AAAAAAAAANI/6TD9rgcTUSY/s320/disney+land+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185833969790628722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disney world was fun....mustve gone on every single ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJWBGGM9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_0aIFr1bie8/s1600-h/pirates+of+the+carribean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJWBGGM9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/_0aIFr1bie8/s320/pirates+of+the+carribean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834876028728274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my brothers on the pirates of the carribean ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fKrxGGM-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/X0RdqT1tgdQ/s1600-h/me+and+captain+america.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fKrxGGM-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/X0RdqT1tgdQ/s320/me+and+captain+america.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185836349202510818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to live every fan boy's dream which is to go to Orlando Marvell's  adventure island...this will be further detailed in another post as well.But the short story is that the place kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJCRGGM7I/AAAAAAAAANo/HFYJw_-lih8/s1600-h/joy+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJCRGGM7I/AAAAAAAAANo/HFYJw_-lih8/s320/joy+ride.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834536726311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the rides at  the Orlando Universal theme park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_OfmRGGMkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GV1y7tXLPMg/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_OfmRGGMkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GV1y7tXLPMg/s320/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184663075806392898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where we were living at while staying in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIxBGGM5I/AAAAAAAAANY/8lqltmxz9mU/s1600-h/emcorp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIxBGGM5I/AAAAAAAAANY/8lqltmxz9mU/s320/emcorp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834240373568402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me,my brothers and my cuzins at Emcorp disney if im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_OgIhGGMlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/W6ypT3iWKik/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_OgIhGGMlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/W6ypT3iWKik/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184663664216912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little guy's first time at Disney Land or Disney World....cant remember which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fI6xGGM6I/AAAAAAAAANg/WSY_69XyEU0/s1600-h/hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fI6xGGM6I/AAAAAAAAANg/WSY_69XyEU0/s320/hotel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834407877292962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us taking a time out at a hotel in  New Orleans. There was some major partying and shit goin on there which is also what the place is famous for. Evan saw a Bouncer kick the shit out of some guy who was trying to touch the "products",that shit was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJOBGGM8I/AAAAAAAAANw/8GFDkidlbCo/s1600-h/memphis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fJOBGGM8I/AAAAAAAAANw/8GFDkidlbCo/s320/memphis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185834738589774786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memphis,grace land....ya know,that place with Elvis...king of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack the pictures from San antonio and several other places that escape my mind at the moment. More post still to come "like u ppl give a damn"...i will continue to blog anyway...ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-1549838552287955668?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/1549838552287955668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=1549838552287955668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/1549838552287955668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/1549838552287955668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-holiday.html' title='Summer Holiday'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/R_fIoBGGM4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/uXp0xVIwZq4/s72-c/02-rich-at-comic-con.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-3669790390375066221</id><published>2007-07-27T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:17:30.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin to U.S</title><content type='html'>Ok everybody,im leaving for houston tomorrow....meaning i wont be online and all.......good bye everybody...know that, i will not miss any of you...at all...fare well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-3669790390375066221?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/3669790390375066221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=3669790390375066221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3669790390375066221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3669790390375066221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2007/07/goin-to-us.html' title='Goin to U.S'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-3375642396036710840</id><published>2007-07-11T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:11:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland Life</title><content type='html'>Its been so long i forgot how to do this,but i planned to blog about living in holland and so i shall proceed with it,overall moving and living here has been rough. Theres the dealing with the descrimination,the language difference and the missing everything in Malaysia part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVMaqjbOyI/AAAAAAAAABs/B5n8rHRW_8M/s1600-h/new+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVMaqjbOyI/AAAAAAAAABs/B5n8rHRW_8M/s320/new+home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086055375168027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new home, its about 3 floors high and is about a half hour drive from here to my college and 45 mins by train&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVOaajbO0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5CTjxCOYYSg/s1600-h/bsn+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVOaajbO0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5CTjxCOYYSg/s320/bsn+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086057569896315714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BSN for short,the new college that i now attend....if your wondering how i feel about my new college,i can explain in 3 words "I HATE IT"......it makes me miss KDU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVL4qjbOvI/AAAAAAAAABU/FsXSeUITkQs/s1600-h/bsn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVL4qjbOvI/AAAAAAAAABU/FsXSeUITkQs/s320/bsn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086054791052475122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but what student doesnt hate the school there at, i hv about a week left of school before the summer holidays where i will spend in houston...i will continue to blog till then....oh btw...I REALLY REALLY REALLY MISS SYIRA .....i wish i was there with here...or her here with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-3375642396036710840?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/3375642396036710840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=3375642396036710840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3375642396036710840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/3375642396036710840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2007/07/holland-life.html' title='Holland Life'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/RpVMaqjbOyI/AAAAAAAAABs/B5n8rHRW_8M/s72-c/new+home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-2570867433986553810</id><published>2007-03-17T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:41:13.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of captain america</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1Y7YATAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uiiJqYTnb9s/s1600-h/captainamerica25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034753863797762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1Y7YATAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uiiJqYTnb9s/s200/captainamerica25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you didnt already all know captain america is dead. After events in civil war wich put hero against hero the pro registration act (iron man's team) had won the war. The series ended with captain america beating iron man but later decided to surrender to authority's as steve rogers. The story would later be continued in captain america 25#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1SrYAS_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4uXHzdn5z90/s1600-h/cap25_page13_panel03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034646489615346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1SrYAS_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4uXHzdn5z90/s200/cap25_page13_panel03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Captain america who surrendered was placed under arrest and later sent to go to trail for crimes against the state for going against the superhuman registration act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1NrYAS-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CDg_K0sj2S8/s1600-h/Cap25_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034560590269410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1NrYAS-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CDg_K0sj2S8/s200/Cap25_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However,on the way to court captain america was unfortunately shot by a sniper in the shoulder. The shot was later folllowed by several other point blank shots toward his chest and lunges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1C7YAS9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DchXkzTJ3rY/s1600-h/Capdeath.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034375906675666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1C7YAS9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DchXkzTJ3rY/s320/Capdeath.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain america lay on the stairs on the federal court and counted to have recived in total 5 point blank (direct hit) shots and later died. Which is fucked up because evan 50 cent survived getting shot 9 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx067YAS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/M53PFUW8tLc/s1600-h/Cap25_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043034238467722178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx067YAS8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/M53PFUW8tLc/s320/Cap25_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; captain america was pulled away in an ambulance and announced officially dead later on. The death of captain america has left a big impact on the comic public as it has reaced main stream news &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQO9xk7bxNk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQO9xk7bxNk&lt;/a&gt; like CBBC and no other superhero's death has brought such big a deal since the death of superman( who was later revived years later). Captain americas death has will certainly lead to many things that are still unknown. Other links to this would be &lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/news/comicstories.392"&gt;http://www.marvel.com/news/comicstories.392&lt;/a&gt; among others. I know some ppl wont consider this a big deal,but i know some ppl who do and this is considered to be an early tribute from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-2570867433986553810?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/2570867433986553810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=2570867433986553810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2570867433986553810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/2570867433986553810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2007/03/death-of-captain-america.html' title='The death of captain america'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9llHwq-DGw/Rfx1Y7YATAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uiiJqYTnb9s/s72-c/captainamerica25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-117139848133698420</id><published>2007-02-13T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:25:31.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/110899/syira%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/734511/syira%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So,it started with us being friends,the kind who talk to a certain level the simple hi and bye. From there it went to being best friend to the level that u just cant stop talking to each other. From there the relationship grew&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/402621/me%20and%20syira%20forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/828532/me%20and%20syira%20forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/338288/syira%20and%20me%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/540749/syira%20and%20me%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/73708/me%20and%20syira%20%28white%20pic%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/246298/me%20and%20syira%20%28white%20pic%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/352264/me%20and%20syira%20living%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/760866/me%20and%20syira%20living%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then here,to a point that became so special in both individuals lives. Today is the first or second valentines day of us being together in our 1 year and 18 days realtionship. At times it can be rough ill admit,but like i said before i rather go through hard times with u then easy times without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/283902/syira...roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/528489/syira...roma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u for making my life so much better just by being in it, i honestly wish u were with me now so i wouldnt feel so alone here. But i guees we hv to except the fact of being torn apart for now. Happy valentines day syira mahmud,I love u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-117139848133698420?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/117139848133698420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=117139848133698420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/117139848133698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/117139848133698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentines day'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116698916002287066</id><published>2006-12-24T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:07:26.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>So as everybody know im leaving for holland on the 27th of december,as of that i had a going away party. I invited almost everybody i could think of and the gueest list strecth kinda long and out of it all only 3 ppl failed to come. The day started with syira driving me,shaz and alex around looking for stuff for my party. (thank you syira i really apreciate it). So it was 7.00 and things started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/127141/waiting%20outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/896665/waiting%20outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; evrybody was calling at the same time,the first to arrive were damian,syahida and nic. Su ann and alex were waiting outside to greet everybody. Thanks guys your the best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/412468/twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/279951/twister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sooooo by the time everybody got here,the party could finally start and everybody was eating and talking....quincy got really accited when she saw the twister mat and not soon after we played. Naturally i got my ass kicked and was the first person to give up....darn u guys are too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/312941/hangin%20outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/506919/hangin%20outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ofcourse there were those who were being anti sosial.......a few group of friends decided to stay outside and just talk and bitch about ppl.....hihihi...that was fun too. So like i was saying i invited evrybody i could think of to my party,i didnt forget anybody soo if i didnt i invited you and u think your close to me u must feel really bad for your self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/168170/me%20and%20ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/181990/me%20and%20ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/382011/me%20and%20quin%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/596937/me%20and%20quin%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and quincy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/416785/me%20and%20syahida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/789812/me%20and%20syahida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and syahida who left at 10.00..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/995719/derek%20me%20and%20kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/373906/derek%20me%20and%20kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Derek me and kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/695371/d.a.d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/47347/d.a.d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; darma,me and damian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/450300/bu%203%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/340319/bu%203%20gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the guys from bu 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/41666/tropicana%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/130489/tropicana%20gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the men from tropicana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/179275/edison%20farewell.%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/419384/edison%20farewell.%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; half of the edisons were all there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/36287/all%20together%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/552352/all%20together%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everybody all together..except for darma and syahida who left early and max who hadnt reached there yet.So the party dragged on untill 12.00 ish.....there was a bit of drama but that makes things awesome and things got a tad emotional when i had to say goodbye to everybody.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/998936/bear%20hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/955637/bear%20hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alex was being a great help that night,he stayed to help clean up all the way till 2.00.....gonna miss u and shaz alot larh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/518472/me%20and%20syira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/421639/me%20and%20syira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and ofcourse where would i be without syira mahmud...........i will definitely miss you and i really love you......Id like to thank everybody for coming...ill miss all u guys for sure... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116698916002287066?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116698916002287066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116698916002287066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116698916002287066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116698916002287066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-party-so-as-everybody-know-im.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116672773049011244</id><published>2006-12-21T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:08:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SriI Kdu Prom 2006</title><content type='html'>SOOO,finally i get to blog about my school prom,ive been waiting all this time for the pics and finally i get my chance,sooo that day me and syira tried to get to the hotel early but we were stuck in a losng 3 hour jam,thank god we still made it in time. Me and all the other comitee members all shared a room and got dressed for the prom that was about to start. We got into a late start because of all the jam and the party started at 8.00. Me and bro M.C alex tan intro everybody and we could all eat and hv fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/974446/dance%20floor%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/230456/dance%20floor%20one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the real party starter i would have to say would have been DISAGREE,they really got everybody to the dance floor,no early bands there could compare to them. When they started performing me,izzat,ben and ian were all on the dance floor having fun. Some ppl say they suxed,but ah well u cant win them all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/105175/slow%20dancingg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/895301/slow%20dancingg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soooo,naturally after fast dancing u hv ur slow dancing,so every couple was slow dancing that night and everybody looked awesome. All the guys look cool especially alex and w.x,all the girls looked awesome too especially my date syira....... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/173434/alsyir%20slow%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/940792/alsyir%20slow%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and where would i be without her,i got to slow dance with her many times that night but none was as magical as when we were dancing to the bruce springsteen song. It felt magical and it was awesome with all the couples on the dance floor...slow dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/894791/cutest%20couple%20nominess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/281886/cutest%20couple%20nominess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speaking of couples...there was a category for cutest couple for prom night,the nominees were me and syira,nadiya and wan xiong,khai ling and david,kim and amanda and chien junn. The winners would be decided by crowd vote and judges decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/550967/cutest%20couple%20winners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/372474/cutest%20couple%20winners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and in the end me and syira won best looking couple,but all the other couples did look really cute together. It was a hard competition.....othere categorys were prom king and prom queen which had a four way tie for prom queen and best dancer and best dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/560423/comitee%20members.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/298622/comitee%20members.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rest of the prom continued at the early past,with fast dancing first and slow dancing later....above are all the hard working members of the comitee.....it was fun working with u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/41963/with%20all%20the%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/313397/with%20all%20the%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; almost everybody was camwhoring that night,falshes here and there....it wouldbe impossible to not be in at least one pic that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/281759/bed%20in%20prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/569659/bed%20in%20prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo later after that, a few of us went out to lepak,we went to mcdonalds because we were starving and later slept over at syiras house. PROM NITE TOTTALY RAWKS but unfortunately i broke my camera...hopefully ill get to post more pics soon.....im gonna miss school life but heres to the next step............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116672773049011244?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116672773049011244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116672773049011244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116672773049011244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116672773049011244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/12/sri-kdu-prom-2006-sooofinally-i-get-to.html' title='SriI Kdu Prom 2006'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791154.post-116551175133364744</id><published>2006-12-07T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:16:23.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spm is Over</title><content type='html'>SPM is finally over,no more long papers,no more studying and no more boring subjects, my last paper ended today at 3.45. It felt as if a great burden has been lifted of my back. After the paper i followed syira home so she could change and soon later after that to other places to kill time before we met everyone at O.U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/380536/dinner%20after%20spm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/93939/dinner%20after%20spm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my friends celebrated the end of studying by having dinner at this place,although i cant remember the name of the place,i do remeber laughing my ass of half the time i was there. Among the ppl who were able to make it were me,syira,w.x,izzat,syahida,alex and su ann because sadly shaz couldnt make it. We spent our time yacking away about the old days and wasted our time away but ah well SPM IS OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/205215/pool%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/381398/pool%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later after that the lot of us went to play pool,it was a guy vs girl match. Me and izzat vs syira and su ann. We were both so fucking eager to start we placed the white ball at the same time,i meen chillllll,spm is over.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/897904/pool%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/899257/pool%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; izzat giving syira a run for her money is pool,but in the end me and izzat kicked there  asses, it was a good game though,i was just happy to be able to play pool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/423315/alex%20and%20me%20movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/777943/alex%20and%20me%20movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soon after we watcheda movie "the red kabaya". i hv absolutely nothing to say about the movie,i think our faces should speak for its self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/576799/after%20spm%20fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/624469/after%20spm%20fever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we later went walking around o.u while it was closing and soon after me syira and alex went to sleep over at syiras while wan xiong sent izzat and su ann home,it was an awesome day...hope to do it soon again.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116551175133364744?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116551175133364744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116551175133364744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116551175133364744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116551175133364744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/12/spm-is-over.html' title='Spm is Over'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116446497360160143</id><published>2006-11-25T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:13:18.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Soooo its my birthday today and i am now 17,not much to say though because its SPM week and shit,but i loooved my pre birthday though i went out with my perfect gilfriend syira mahmud and we went driving around. I also looooove the amazing gift she got me but i definitely love her more. (Thank you soooooo much)...Id also like to thank everybody who wish me part,ben jin,izzat,su ann,alex,syahida and everybody else except you wan xiong :P ..........joke. Thanks everybody sorry we couldnt go out today but well do all kinds of shit after SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/695300/me%20and%20syira%20(white%20pic).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/285922/me%20and%20syira%20%28white%20pic%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the best birthday present of all............thanks for everything...i love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116446497360160143?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116446497360160143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116446497360160143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116446497360160143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116446497360160143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116429394367141919</id><published>2006-11-23T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:18:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/1600/165516/1496165694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/986/3309/200/824247/1496165694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its over,SPM is over....well at least the brunt of it. Only 4 more papers left untill its official and then freedom for ALLL......the science paper was fucked up. Soooo no comment there but  after school Ian had extra tickets for the new james bond casino royale movie so me, him and izzat went to watch it after school. I had a fine time and for once in a long time it wasnt awkward. The movie was the best but i wont let out any spoilers......ALL I CAN SAY ITS THE BEST BOND MOVIE YET. Later went home and studied a bit...then i watched two more james bond movies on channel 42. The man with the golden gun and tomorrow never dies on my laptop. My birthday is this saturday and im going to hv to go to nadiyas house for lit class.....ah well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116429394367141919?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116429394367141919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116429394367141919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116429394367141919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116429394367141919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/11/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116274110271592962</id><published>2006-11-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:11:59.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Presents</title><content type='html'>So this coming 25th of november it will be my birthday,and yes im sure alot of ppl will forget. But anyway this year will be my last birthday in malaysia because me leaving so im gonna make the best of it and down there are the seven things i would like for my birthday and hoping for and it goes by what i want the most starting with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/Adidas%20Superstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/Adidas%20Superstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Addidas superstars but only these type and colour in particular, it use to be higher on my list untill i saw somebody were it as syahidas open house yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/officialxbox360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/officialxbox360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The xbox 360,who in there right mind wouldnt want it......im not really expecting to get it though,but i think the thought of it would be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/psp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A PSP,with all its large multi uses who wouldnt want it,but like the xbox 360 its just something that the thought of having it would be nice but i wouldnt really feel right receiving it as a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/new%20avengers%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/new%20avengers%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The secound graphic novel going for at RM51.00 ,now heres something that would be a great gift and with its price....sound preety fair to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/captain%20america%20disasembled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/captain%20america%20disasembled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the last issue of captain america,the end of the till civial war,going for a price of RM61.00...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/thor%20disasembled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/thor%20disasembled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last issue of the mighty thor,explaining how he died and containing important events leading to civil war,just something i gotta have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/syira%20and%20me%20room.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/syira%20and%20me%20room.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A day with syira mahmud,now theres no way i could put a price on this because just an hour with her is truly priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,thats all of it......its my last birthday here sooo im really hoping it beats last year ones but im not gonna hope to much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116274110271592962?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116274110271592962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116274110271592962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116274110271592962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116274110271592962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthdaypresents.html' title='Birthday Presents'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116238980237085578</id><published>2006-11-01T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:12:37.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Soooooo this is the last raya that im having in Malaysia....so the night before raya i went to that place to buy that stuff for raya. Every year id go to that place and buy that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/lemang.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/lemang.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that stuff.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/hari%20raya%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/hari%20raya%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day was raya morning and the following was spent with receiving glorious amount of money,receiving wishes and making apologies for all the fucking shit ive done in the past year which is alot alot of shit. Soooo thats preety much it and syira can drive already so no more cabs anymore....... yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116238980237085578?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116238980237085578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116238980237085578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116238980237085578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116238980237085578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116092414277218905</id><published>2006-10-15T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:14:02.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit Seminar</title><content type='html'>DAY 1: There was this lit seminar that i had to go for during the weekends. I got up early at 8.30 and shit i didnt get enough sleep and i got there thanks to nadiya and we met up with alex. Syira showed up later followed by syahida,su ann,kelly and then kim.  Syira was sure cranky (lack of sleep) and she wasnt the only one syahida was too. I hv a good feeling its got something to do with me and alex. But ah well,the seminar was boring so wasted 150 bucks. Didnt get to really meet new ppl but i got to see two girls kiss which was cool and there a few chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/lit%20seminar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/lit%20seminar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like i said the lit seminar was boring................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/DSC01281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/DSC01281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and kim were wearing the same thing but whats wierd is that i find it funny&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Same thing except without alex,nadiya,kelly. I went back early this time. Out of it all i made one friend named josh. Nice guy but i doubt ill see him again. Oh but i lost a friend too good old RM150 bucks. I hate wasting money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116092414277218905?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116092414277218905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116092414277218905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116092414277218905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116092414277218905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/10/lit-seminar-day-1-there-was-this-lit.html' title='Lit Seminar'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116066972160627266</id><published>2006-10-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:05:25.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex and Syahida`s birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is alex tan`s birthday and the lot of us alex,me,syira,su ann,shaz,nadiya and syahida all went out to celebrate and we decided to celebrate at O.U .So we all met  there at 6.45 and had dinner at TGI fridays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/alex%20b%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/alex%20b%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alex opening his birthday presents that cant be seen in the picture :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/dinner%20group%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/dinner%20group%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothings better than having dinner with your favorite people in the whole wide world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/alex%20pointing%20at%20syahida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/alex%20pointing%20at%20syahida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We evan did a thing for syahida as her birthday is coming soon so TGI fridays policy made them hv to stand on the chair and make a speech. But alex made syahida do her speech first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/alex%20speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/alex%20speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But unfortunately alex had to do his first and it went like "I hate you guys" and then he had to sing spongebob squarepants (no joke its really true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/syahida%20speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/syahida%20speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then it was syahidas turn and it went like "I hate you guys but thank you so much". She got of without the singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we walked around and hung out  late into the night untill we all had to go our seperate ways. Today was fun.  Happy birthday alex and happy birthday in advance syahida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116066972160627266?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116066972160627266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116066972160627266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116066972160627266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116066972160627266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/10/alex-birthday-and-syahidas-too.html' title='Alex and Syahida`s birthday'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-116023266930090148</id><published>2006-10-07T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:06:55.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/al%20and%20us%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/al%20and%20us%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday wan xiong called me and the others out to o.u before he left for china. So on the day we were suppose to go out i met up with wan xiong first at GSC while waiting for the others and i found out the only other person who could make it would be alex. We later met up with alex and we wen to cofee bean so W.X could talk to this guy about camera lens buisness and alex and waited for him there and when he was done he said to us ok guys i gtg,me and akex were like wtf then he said "i gtg for tuition,wait here and i might be back". That was kinda funny in a retarded way. So alex and me waited at O.U for him to come back and while waiting we also went to syiras house. We got back to O.U at 5.30 and met up with izzat and w.x and our dinner could only be described in one word AWKWARD. Later unlike normal ppl who would watch a movie,hang out and play pool they went grocery shopping ....oh my god there soooooo cool. Later izzat sent us all home and everybody was complimenting him about how cool he is just like at dinner. I knew it was going to be a disaster..........hv fun in china wan xiong dont die cuz thats the last thing i want to happen. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: very very very cranky maby ill go grocery shopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-116023266930090148?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/116023266930090148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=116023266930090148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116023266930090148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/116023266930090148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/10/awkward-outing.html' title='Awkward Outing'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115980026141829719</id><published>2006-10-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:14:47.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminars and Fail Outing</title><content type='html'>That sunday the plan was that i was suppose to be a day full of hangin out and having fun. I woke up that morning at 12.00. I was suppose to meet the FOF at 3.30 after there bm seminar so i went to O.U first and met up with my buddy Damian and unfortunately Darma couldnt make it. We hung out and what not until it was time to depart and then i bumped into wan xiong and his mum and after passing them did i only realize i forgot to ask wan xiong if he was going later. After that i  went to crystal crown hotel where the seminar was being held,there were alot of ppl there from my school. It was also there i found out that Shaz fainted soooo every single plan we had that day was cancelled. W.x couldnt make it  cuz it was at mv and su ann didnt evan bother as usual and alex left later after that. Ah well,its ok i dont mind driving all the way there for nothing. So it ended up with just me and syira going out again which isnt so bad unless you count the fact that i ended eating crap at dominos for dinner. This is why they deliver more,they sux at restaurants. Sooo i spent the day fasting only to eat cold crap at 7.30 when other ppl got there food at 7.00. Went home later aftet that. Honestly im not supprised this happend, i didnt plan it and  nobody bothered either AT least i got to hang out with damian and syira soo thank god that some ppl i can count on. Shaz get well soon,eat something and blah blah blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115980026141829719?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115980026141829719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115980026141829719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115980026141829719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115980026141829719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/10/seminars-and-fail-outing.html' title='Seminars and Fail Outing'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115867669271282240</id><published>2006-09-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:06:19.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Kdu Prom Tag Attacks</title><content type='html'>Soooo my school has this prom thing and the prom thing has a blog and the blog has a tagbox and the tagbox has a lot of DRAMA. I love drama,but the thing is getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth: Part please don't come for prom because you would have nobody to sit with then you'll end up bothering people who don't want you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth: Ken please don't come for prom because you are full of bull**** and nobody wants to see you there TRYING to get attention by 'shuffling'. SITM doesn't even know you exist. And go **** yourself please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.part-dyingtolive.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;part@bratz&lt;/a&gt;: I know it is you al.The Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth: Hahahahaha... Believe it or not, Part, I'm not Alwi. You're such an Indian fool. Alwi is actually trying to defend you from me. You'll never know who I am and you'll never know why I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syira: he's actually defending you and you're saying its him? bloody hell now I'M PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.part-dyingtolive.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;part@bratz&lt;/a&gt;: **** you al.use some onez name to cover up. You break my heart syira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth: Hahahahahaha... How can she break your heart if you were never together? Trying to steal her from Alwi again? You should just get your own girlfriend or better yet go **** yourself and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,i hv no idea how im involved. Im not the truth,it doesnt make sense. I got no motive and the time when the tag masages apear im not evan online yet. Fuck lah....Check the battle zone here at &lt;a href="http://www.srikduprom.blogspot.com"&gt;www.srikduprom.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115867669271282240?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115867669271282240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115867669271282240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115867669271282240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115867669271282240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/09/tag-attack.html' title='Sri Kdu Prom Tag Attacks'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115764104944521898</id><published>2006-09-07T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:08:41.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to Hell</title><content type='html'>Ah bloody hell, just yesterday i convinced my mum that i dont hv to go to school again. I told her  we dont study and its not a must to go anymore and it worked. But today she got like stupid fucking email that said i didnt go and that i hv too ,so fucking shit. Stupid sri kdu and its stupid email the parents shit.Ah well, on the bright my side i wouldnt really mind going back to school,as long as the ppl i care about the most come and as long as ppl i hate dont come but it always seems to be the opposite. What sux the most is there are some menipulative piece of fucking garbage that doesnt seem to know that there not wanted around and wont get a hint to get lost. Fuck it,is it not obvious enough ,does somebody hv to yell it at you to get lost. Sighness,i cant blame anyone in a way i brought this upon my self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115764104944521898?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115764104944521898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115764104944521898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115764104944521898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115764104944521898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/09/pffffffffft-shool-again.html' title='Returning to Hell'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115746502998097805</id><published>2006-09-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:15:24.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life Rules</title><content type='html'>Oh my god i hate going to school. I feel like being in sri kdu is like being in hell. Eveytime i go to school and come back i feel like killing my self. Last year was the best year of my fucking life. It was great,no doubt. But looking at it now i really hate that school. It feels like a waste and i shouldve gone back to Tropz while there was still time but its to late. Ukh,i look back and think what did i gain by being there meeting/befriending a fucking bypola emo loser who nobody seems to like,a homo posing as a metrosexual,a emo and american wannabee,a master of lies and bull shit and not to mention some of the 1st class bitches and bastards the world could ever have. I look back and i regret being there,theres not a single reason why i should evan be there in the first place. I hv much better friends out side of that school who arent emo and are actually cool  by at least human standards.  2 more mounths and i never have to see that place ever again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115746502998097805?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115746502998097805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115746502998097805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115746502998097805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115746502998097805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/09/hate-school-life.html' title='School Life Rules'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115686103019053608</id><published>2006-08-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:04:43.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday for Two</title><content type='html'>On the 25/8/06 it was syiras and wan xiongs birthday to celebrate. The day started and i needed to get back to my house first more money as i slept over the night before. After that i got back to syiras house just in time because wan xiong,su ann,shaz,alex and syira were already there. I called nadiya who told me she couldnt come because her cuzins visited and syahida who said she had a transport promblem but promised to come later. (rolls eyes). It was obvious they didnt wanna come and they shouldnt hv promised anything and give a good excuse at least. I felt bad for wan xiong as they were his two best friends. We later went to midvalley and had luch at chillis,it was fun bitching about ppl and everything else. Later we went around lepakking and soon decided to go back and during that time alex was already pisst and moody :( we took two cabs to get back to syiras house and it was a race to see who would win. We did ofcoures and when we got back alex went home terus and brought su ann with him (rolls eyes). We later had a water baloon fight and it was the bomb...:). Later shaz went back and me and wan xiong had dinner with syiras family. Overall i had fun,it was the best party ive been to yet. I hope they had fun too.......(there will be videos and better pics at wan xiongs blog at &lt;a href="http://www.drblogspot.blogspot.com"&gt;www.drblogspot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/sleep%20over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/sleep%20over.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sleeping over the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/dinner%20at%20chillis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/dinner%20at%20chillis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our dinner at chillis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/whats%20left%20of%20us.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/whats%20left%20of%20us.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the water ballon fight...it was FUN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115686103019053608?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115686103019053608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115686103019053608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115686103019053608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115686103019053608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-for-two.html' title='Birthday for Two'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115625960066665797</id><published>2006-08-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:04:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syiras Surprise Party</title><content type='html'>On the 21st/8/06 we threw a surprise party for syira. Among the ppl who were there su ann,shazana,nadiya,syahida,wan xiong,izzat and alex. Ive been planing it for 2 or 3 days and got all the close friends together.The day started with me going to school to meet nadiya,we discuss the plan and after school we went to O.U and bought the cake. O.U was the waiting point for everybody to gather before going to her house. The first ppl to get there were izzat and wan xiong and we had fun going around O.U and checking out threads and soon later alex arrived. We took two seperate cabs and got there by 5.30. I knew syira was outta the house as i had set up su ann and shazana as a diversion to stall her. We all waited in her sisters room and soon syahida came and we laughed alot until syira came back. We all kept quite and waited for her to go back to her room and then surprise. It was so funny and later on everybody(except a few) was playing with the whip cream. Later those who were left went to o.u and we watched a movie and went home late...it was a successfull and fun day and thank you everybody who helped me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/al%20and%20us%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/al%20and%20us%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/in%20jackets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/in%20jackets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For more pictures go to &lt;a href="http://www.drblogspot.blogspot.com"&gt;www.drblogspot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; /wan xiongs blog and or syiras for videos of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115625960066665797?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115625960066665797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115625960066665797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115625960066665797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115625960066665797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/suprise-surprise.html' title='Syiras Surprise Party'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115583179605031134</id><published>2006-08-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:55:55.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Trials</title><content type='html'>Trials are finally over,after all the procastinating and the pretending to study and zone out during classes i finnaly got a break,based on the occasion me and my friends decided to go to O.U. Alex,damian,wan xiong,ian and izzat. From school Izzat and ian followed me back to my place first so i could change. After that we all went to O.U and met up with alex and wan xiong. We hung out and ian had to go back at 3.oo so izzat sent him home(cuz izzats a kiss ass). Meanwhile i bumped into a few old school mates( just school mates) so did some cathing up and played pool with c.ken and he won but by one ball :P . I later cought up with alex and w.x at DOME and we bitch about ppl at our school. We later cought up with izzat and we had a rematch foozball with khai zein and charles and izzat and me won. Later we watched a movie,Rempit..and it was funny but didnt like the ending though and i wont say it cuz im not selfish to blog out the ending. Later we all split and i went to syiras house to spend celebrate. We had fun and theres no where else id rather be then with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/gotta%20love%20me%20more.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/gotta%20love%20me%20more.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pic we all liked /wan xiongs holding the camera(hes shy)   *313 ppl*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115583179605031134?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115583179605031134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115583179605031134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115583179605031134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115583179605031134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-trails.html' title='After Trials'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115530805548849026</id><published>2006-08-11T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:54:15.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>civil war and friends</title><content type='html'>CIVIL WAR AND FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,im gonna try something new and blog about comics/graphic novels,and if u dont like it dont read it.Theres this new thing done by marvel its called civil war.Civil war starts when a team of super heroes called the New warrious(a bunch of amuture super heroes) get in a fight with nitro and cause an explosion and the death of thousands of ppl.This causes the goverment to realese a superhuman registration act meaning all super heroes will hv to be demasked and work for the goverment.This causes disagreement between marvels finest superheroes who think the tradition should stick,others say there gonna be more liginimate. . Captain america goes against goverment wishes not to betray his friends.It later shows that Iron man sells him out and promises the ppl to take captain america down.At first i was with IRON MAN, he had a point the ppl shouldnt live in fear and i supported iron man full heartedly but reading the latest issue of amazing spidrman 334/civil war 2,i saw the amout of back stabbers who with the goverment. Because of that I WOULD LIKE TO SAY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/captain%20a%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/captain%20a%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/captain%20a%20me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/captain%20a%20me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/ANTI%20iron%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/ANTI%20iron%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anti iron man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/civil%20war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/civil%20war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??........CIVIL WAR IS INAVITABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115530805548849026?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115530805548849026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115530805548849026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115530805548849026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115530805548849026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/civil-war-and-friends.html' title='civil war and friends'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115487542040787068</id><published>2006-08-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:00:33.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Neutral</title><content type='html'>Today was another slow sunday,just love these days which are long and slow. I didnt do much,just sat around watching tv and stuff. Should hv been studying for tomorows sejarah test but fuck mr sara i dont really give a shit about my life anymore.However i stumbled into something interesting while online  &lt;a href="http://www.darmasucipto.blogspot.com"&gt;www.darmasucipto.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  . In it he said shit like he wants to kill my gang and stuff (note he said my gang :P) .However for what reason does he want to do this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: well he thinks im betraying him,when im not....im gonna stay neutral from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzat: izzat made fun of him,fair enough....izzat was just joking i meen cmon take a chill pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan xiong: because wan didnt borrow him his colour pencils...ok chill,its just colour pencils mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if he wants to kill alex,damian and part or not but he told me thats why he wants to kill the 3 ppl up there. AH fuck it,no biggie, this shit will pass soon enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115487542040787068?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115487542040787068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115487542040787068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115487542040787068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115487542040787068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/found-something.html' title='Staying Neutral'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115453117777642842</id><published>2006-08-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:01:31.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame School Day</title><content type='html'>Today was very few people came to school it was just the close friends. The people who came were like izzat,wan xiong,damian and darma. Yeah it was just them no girls and the class was very quite so today was cool. P.E was preety ok too Alwi ziyad namely me scored 3 goals in the game and we wouldve won but izzat and me gave dickens a chance because were kind ppl :P . Like everyday there cant not be drama.Darma was way bad moody today at me,izzat and wan xiong.Its understandable for him to be pisst at them but im not gonna take any sides.He says he wants to whack them or some shit so *sigh* im outta this shit. Mr G was being an ass as usual. Izzat and me made this joke to mr Sara to piss him off and it worked. He thinks were funny and were his favorite students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115453117777642842?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115453117777642842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115453117777642842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115453117777642842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115453117777642842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/08/lame-day-1.html' title='Lame School Day'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115427213774730150</id><published>2006-07-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:56:45.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Gone</title><content type='html'>Im not gonna blog about today,today was one of those slow sundays u chill and relax. Im gonna blog about yeterday. There all gone,my cuzins from sabah and miri hv already moved .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/200/them.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 from the right hv already moved back to sabah,they were here for only a week or two and we didnt really get to spend time.Usually theyd be the ones who bring me out clubbing,helping me when i need a ride and just chilling at night by driving around. Unfortunately we didnt get to do those things.My other cuzins Khalif and khalisa hv moved to america. They use to live infront of our house and would be seen quite often.The sence at the airport was gloomy when we sent them.There was that awkward silence it the car and i decided to break it by saying "shit now im not gonna get birthday money"(which would be about RM200 bucks).I spent the night at syiras,we watched love actually together and then talked about prom and stuff.Now the house feels empty and quite.Im really hoping for things to feel the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115427213774730150?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115427213774730150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115427213774730150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115427213774730150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115427213774730150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-gone.html' title='There Gone'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115392030751241633</id><published>2006-07-26T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:25:07.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 tag</title><content type='html'>Can you name 11 people you can thinkof right offthe top of your head? Don't read the questionsunderneath until you write the names of all 11people.This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No Cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syira&lt;br /&gt;2. Izzat&lt;br /&gt;3. Damian&lt;br /&gt;4. Su ann&lt;br /&gt;5. Alex&lt;br /&gt;6. Shaz&lt;br /&gt;7. Nadiya&lt;br /&gt;8. Wan Xiong&lt;br /&gt;9. Ben Jin&lt;br /&gt;10. Khalif&lt;br /&gt;11. Fariq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;- He's my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6?&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- That would be so cute.. a lot of people would die to see that happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you eve seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. A looong time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;- very very very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about number 11&lt;br /&gt;- gila bergangster.... i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 8?&lt;br /&gt;- through number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 5?&lt;br /&gt;- if i was blind and retarded and gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm gonna go with either white or black :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed they liked you?&lt;br /&gt;- tell her to keep the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9.&lt;br /&gt;- childhood friend but a burden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- with number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;- guy i bitch about other people with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 11?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess so.. if theres no where else for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;- yeap.. not surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;br /&gt;- unfortunately she's my neighbour :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about number 3?&lt;br /&gt;- loyal friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 10?&lt;br /&gt;- that his house is nearby centrepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite memory with 2?&lt;br /&gt;- when he missed a penalty shot and everybody blamed him for us losing. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115392030751241633?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115392030751241633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115392030751241633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115392030751241633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115392030751241633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/11-tag.html' title='11 tag'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115366836496076158</id><published>2006-07-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:26:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepakking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE END OF HANGIN OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever since the begining of this year there hast been a single weekend that i havent left the house to hang out. Its been fun,every friday,saturday or sunday me and m friends would go out to do alot a shit. like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;late night driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;playing pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/pool%20buddys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/pool%20buddys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chilling at restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;playing foozball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/foooz%20ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/foooz%20ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/1600/in%20the%20cinema.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/986/3309/320/in%20the%20cinema.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and watching a movie,but its come to an end well till after trails.I will no longer go lepakking until trails is over.will really be missing it,but ive made a promise and plan to stick to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115366836496076158?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115366836496076158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115366836496076158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115366836496076158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115366836496076158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/lepakking.html' title='Lepakking'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115340833045755727</id><published>2006-07-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:03:02.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look through me</title><content type='html'>We had a prom meeting today,and pointing out i dont think thigs are setteled yet. But mainly i was there too but i think i was hardly noticed.I shouted out,yelled and spoke up and everything but i think everybody looked through me and i could hear everything they were saying.The ppl they were bitching about and the things they were complaining and they didnt know i was behind them.I wonder if they evan counted my vote .Its like i dont exist. I know its no big deal and im such an attention seeker,sadly i just wished i was noticed more.Im so sick of being inviseble and overshadowwed :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115340833045755727?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115340833045755727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115340833045755727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115340833045755727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115340833045755727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-through-me.html' title='Look through me'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115305864965615575</id><published>2006-07-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:57:53.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overslept</title><content type='html'>Today was messed up,not terrible just messed up. I woke up at 12.00!!!!!!!!......i was suppose go to meet up with ben jin and go to BU3s carnival thingy.....but ah shit so not surprsingly spent the day at o.u hopping to take a cab there to go to BU3 but shit i was already late anyway so i decided to spend the day at syiras house,havent really spent time alone with her since our little tragedy and i miss it more than anybody knows.I called and she wasnt there she went out for luch..........sigh......so i went back home and fell asleep.Soon later woke up and went online and hear i am know,my SPM is so screwd but fuck it but i really gotta get ahold of my self for my own fucking good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115305864965615575?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115305864965615575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115305864965615575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115305864965615575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115305864965615575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/overslept.html' title='Overslept'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115271565204756051</id><published>2006-07-12T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:47:32.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad ppl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-Nothings sadder than a fat middle aged man making stupid jokes like some stupid dumb fuck. Some stupid dumb piece of shit who looks like he got kicked out of the army for smoking to much weed and now taking it out on his studenst,and always having mood swings and always shouting just because u didnt get to play with ur self in the morning with ur tiny dick. Seriously theres nothing sadder than a pist off ex army bastard who has nine kids. Half those liitle punks probally aitn yours dude,fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cant u see none of us like you,the whole class hates you more than they hate me,its obvious u dont because u keep on insisting on coming into our class just to put us to sleep.Weve all made it very clear we hate you.Juts because a few students amde u stay dont make the rest of us suffer.I made u cry and agan ask what the hell r u doing here..........well what r u doig here.Ur killing us ....slowly with ur boringness.Put ur self to sleep permanently&lt;br /&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/30791154-115271565204756051?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115271565204756051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115271565204756051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115271565204756051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115271565204756051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-ppl.html' title='Bad ppl'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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-30791154.post-115228492851820040</id><published>2006-07-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:16:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first post</title><content type='html'>The first post and the beggining of something new,i have decided to move because god.........my old blog was outta date and probally nobody will read the shit i hv to say about them here....because do i got alot of shit to say about everybody.A truckload of crap about to be spilled out by a stupid,punk ass,overdramatic and master emo boy. And if i got nothing left to write ill bull shit but knowing me i cause drama upon my self.....but nobodys perfect and we defifnitely dont live in anything but a perfect world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30791154-115228492851820040?l=al-darkcave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/feeds/115228492851820040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30791154&amp;postID=115228492851820040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115228492851820040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30791154/posts/default/115228492851820040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://al-darkcave.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-post.html' title='the first post'/><author><name>Alwi Ziyad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14536076900456349228</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>
