<?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-6089727857181211080</id><updated>2011-11-10T18:01:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Of Motion</title><subtitle type='html'>All That He Was.. Just A Tragedy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-6897009656753591197</id><published>2009-06-24T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:39:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SkMKnrbTppI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2l63JQImSKs/s1600-h/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SkMKnrbTppI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2l63JQImSKs/s400/broken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351132459034715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kata, bila kita bercerita, menulis, melukis atau hasilkan karya or benda2 yang seakan dengannya, ia boleh bantu kita lupakan masalah, buang bebanan, hilangkan sakit, rasa selesa, semuanya berkemungkinan dalam sekelip mata. Tapi aku tak pasti ianya boleh bantu baiki sesuatu yang dah rosak. Barang rosak. Kereta rosak. Hubungan yang rosak. Jiwa rosak. Hati yang rosak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang rosak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya aku cuba menafikan hubungan aku dan dia bagaikan hampir ke penghujungnya. kaca yang dulunya mudah dicantumkan bila pecah, tapi skrng seolah2 setiap serpihan bagai hilang satu persatu. Kata 'maaf' yang selalunya bagaikan penawar paling hebat, kini seolah2 hilang kuasanya. Aku cuba menunding jari pada dia, pada orang lain, bahwa ini bukan salah aku. Tapi ianya memang &amp;amp; sentiasa adalah salah aku. Aku akui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubungan aku dan dia telah rosak. Hubungan aku dan Pencipta juga semakin rosak. Katanya aku x pernah berubah. Aku masih seorang lelaki yang banyak kekurangan yang aku cuba ubah dan akhirnya.. aku masih tak pernah berubah. Dan dia memang benar. Aku sentiasa dan tak akan berubah bagi dia. All my faces are alibi, and this is not the man i hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop  tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;And I am here still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Though  I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin'on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hanging on to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, I'll be ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing..&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;that's still beating..&lt;br /&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holdin'on,&lt;br /&gt;Im still holdin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holdin'on to you&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-6897009656753591197?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6897009656753591197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=6897009656753591197&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6897009656753591197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6897009656753591197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SkMKnrbTppI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2l63JQImSKs/s72-c/broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-4880290462902880763</id><published>2009-03-14T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:08:08.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyZS2LhiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/obGIDAF4PVA/s1600-h/matausm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyZS2LhiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/obGIDAF4PVA/s400/matausm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106701783369250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pada 11 Mac bersamaan hari Rabu haritu, aku keluar dengan seorang sedara and kawan aku pegi menonton WATCHMEN. Filem yang menarik sebab karakteristik superhero nya tak klise. Tapi banyak review cakap cerita tu kurang memuaskan especially fanboys even ia dah kutip banyak keuntungan. Aku x tau nk komen apa since aku x penah baca novel graphic/comic dia and bukan fanboys pun. So bagi aku crita tu dah agak menarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok aku bukan nak cerita pasal WATCHMEN. Sebelum kami sampai ke destinasi nak tengok WATCHMEN, kami singgah kejap dekat USM (Universiti Sains Malaysia) Penang yang berhampiran, sebab kawan aku study situ and diorang ada event, umm more like an event of student final project course design (sorry aku rojak skit bahasa aku). And dia dah invite aku 2 3 bulan sebelum tu, kalau tak pegi kecik hati pulak. Lagipun kalau nak pegi hari lain, macam biasa la, malas nak drive keluar balik pulau, so alang2. Terus terang aku katakan, aku totally impress dengan keja diorang. Teramat impress. Bukan tak penah pegi tengak event U lain yang tunjuk final project. Cuma yang ni memang buat aku rasa, WOW.. tak sangka student USM bleh buat tahap macam ni. Ye la, nama pun USM, nampak keja2 bekenaan sains ja la. Keja2 diorang dari software/courseware, CD package, product design sampai la ke fine art. Semua aku kagum and teruja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aku start masuk, aku dah di impress dengan technology salji yang aku dah lupa nama apa, then dengan project 3d ala hologram en Nurul Anwar, telan air liur aku. Brader ni memang tahap dewa la keja dia. Rasanya terbaik yang aku suka among all. Then dengan courseware/software, cd package web, pastu torchlight censor yang pakai LED.. semua nya best. Projek filem pendek pun best, siap ada panggung seram mini. Product design... urghhh.. nk ja aku beli smua hasil keja diorang. Seriously diorang dah beat furniture IKEA. Aku nak list satu2 memang tak terlist yang mana best. Semua best la. And bahagian fine art pun, pergh, dah macam pegi RANTAi event. Brand, clothline pastu design2 untuk campaign HIV and others, semua semat. Aku tertarik dengan satu keja student ni which is booth last sebelum aku keluar. Dia buat some sort of campaign pasal penyakit yang baru ditemui yang similiar to Leukemia. Too bad aku tak dapat belek keja2 dia, sempat sembang kejap ja. Hope ada source yang aku bleh reach dia. Yes aku berminat dengan kerja dia, bukan owner projek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Overall, memang tak rugi aku singgah jenguk event ni. Sayangnya, aku terkejar masa sebab nk turn tengok wayang pulak. So tak puas tengok, plus.. aku tak bawak camera !!! T-T. And lagi 1, rasa sayang sebab event ni just run seminggu. Pastu diorang tak buat advertise sangat. Rugi sebab keja2 and product diorang is seriously worth watching. So next year, kalau di invite lagi, aku nak p lagi. And hoping furniture2 yang diorang buat ada jual kat market, aku nak sangatttt. And for all student yang involve, yer guys did a very good job. I really mean it. And thanks to AME sebab invite aku in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P/S : Ame, Tolong simpan tees aku and hoping bleh reach the girl who did the disease project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-4880290462902880763?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4880290462902880763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=4880290462902880763&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4880290462902880763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4880290462902880763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaleidoscope.html' title='Kaleidoscope'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyZS2LhiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/obGIDAF4PVA/s72-c/matausm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-5305407430147371900</id><published>2009-03-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:07:04.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall Of Great Saiyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyIGLcf5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keAXkwOp_RE/s1600-h/dragonball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyIGLcf5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keAXkwOp_RE/s400/dragonball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106406325125010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time aku kecik, aku ikut kak aku pegi beli majalah REMAJA and DINAMIK. Ntah apa mimpi dia time tu, dia nak blanja aku buku or komik. Then pilih punya pilih, aku tertarik dengan komik under ComicHouse yang ada gambar budak baju oren ada ekor dengan naga. And start dari era tu la, aku gila dengan komik ciptaan Akira Toriyama yang di panggil DRAGONBALL. (Mutiara Naga edisi melayu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aku jatuh cinta dengan Goku and kerekter2 dalam crita tu, and jalan crita dia, kuasa2..ishh.. kalau zaman tu.. memang terbaik. No wonder ia terkenal di seluuuruhh dunia (guna intonasi Naqiu dalam iklan filem Boboi The Movie). Dan aku percaya, semua diehard fanz berharap dapat tengok cerita ni beraksi sebagai filem. Dan ada orang yang prihatin, decide nak buat dragonball. Berita baik kat semua die hard fanz di seluuruuhh dunia (sekali lagi). Maka terhasil lah... DRAGONBALL EVOLUTION.. yang sangatttttt.............. SUCKS !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mac 15. Impian waktu kecil aku and semua die hard fanz musnah sekelip mata dalam sejam setengah camtu. No offence, worst comic adaptation film ever untuk 2 3 tahun ni. tak dapat digambarkan betapa kecewanya aku dengan filem ni (sampai aku prefer letak pic dragonball tanpa watak kat atas). Memang sangat kecewa sampai menyumpah2 keluar panggung. Eh tak, time tengok pun dah menyumpah2 dalam hati. Sebab this is dragonball.. bukan sang wira. salah satu saga komik yang terbaik. Malangnya, filem ni rosakkannya dengan sekelip mata. Despite dari effect yang tak nafi Hollywood yang otai buat.. selain dari tu.. semua aku consider.. NEGATIVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Character takdak lansung yang similiar even aku agak tertarik dengan chi chi versi hot chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Semua character boring especially GOKUUU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Actor Goku tak reti blakon, part emo tak pandai nk feel and part2 lain lagi. Masalahnya Justin Chatwin belakon dgn baik dalam War of the world dan invisible. Jadi Goku = Super Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Goku = p kolej, betumbuk dgn bullies, pastu suka flirt. What the heck. Setahu aku, Goku buta cinta, and 1+1 pun tak tau jawapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Kurin and Pilaf xde. padahal watak penting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Red Ribbon x dak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Yamcha x tau bertumbuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Bulma dah macam Lara Croft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Roshi x cukup pervert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- dragonball di cipta oleh para2 monk tahap dewa. Bukan Namekian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Kerekter Pikor dah macam villian star trek. pastu dialog sikit plus peranan lemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Naga dragonball pendek and x bleh cakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Oozaru (jelmaan king kong Goku) buruk and size tahap wrestler big show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Fight last boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Kamehameha final amatlah.. thats it?...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Conclusion dia : Sampah x 8 !!!!. Sapa yang sayang duit, jangan tgk wayang. Beli la dvd. Kalau x nak merana macam aku. Aku harap, semoga ada orang lain yang nak buat remake filem ni and buat lebih better dengan tak tukar banyak benda penting and tak sepatutnya. Semua fanboys mengharap sesangat. Because we care. Even Goku care. Kerana Dragonball ada 7 biji semuanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-5305407430147371900?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5305407430147371900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=5305407430147371900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5305407430147371900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5305407430147371900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fall-of-great-saiyan.html' title='The Fall Of Great Saiyan'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SbvyIGLcf5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/keAXkwOp_RE/s72-c/dragonball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2994341355472880365</id><published>2009-02-04T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:53:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYp-d9oj-wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dlHjQstlFJQ/s1600-h/rumahtok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYp-d9oj-wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dlHjQstlFJQ/s400/rumahtok.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299186964780808962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Ni gambar mak masa kat Singapore. Yang ni pulak kat Melaka". Ada la dalam 20 keping gambar percutian mak aku yang dia jarang tunjuk. Cuma lepas tengok cerita melancong kat channel oasis smalam, terus tergerak hati nak cari balik gambar2 percutian lama beliau. Rupanya dah banyak tempat dia p melancong. Aku ja yang tersadai kat sini. (Aku cuma teringin nak p Jepun. Yes, Jepun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dalam bungkusan plastik yang penuh dengan album mini and  foto2 x tersusun tu, ada satu album mini lama yang agak dah berkulat. And ada satu gambar ni yang buat aku rasa.. sebak sangat bila tengok. Sebijik rumah yang dh bertahun lamanya aku x tengok. Aku belek setiap inci gambar tu sambil terngiang2 kenangan aku merajuk sebab tak dapat coklat, lari belakang rumah sebab x mau mandi,  tingkat atas rumah yang aku cukup takut nak naik sebab ada rasa seram semacam and gambar besar Tun Abdul Razak yang time tu aku rasa seram gila tgk gambar tu, tidur dekat bilik yang sampai sekarang aku still boleh ingat bau cadar, selimut and papan dinding bilik tu. Dan paling aku tak boleh lupa, laman depan rumah yang lapang di mana aku habiskan masa kecilku mengasah bakat yang aku ada sekarang. ya, sebuah canvas lukisan paling besar dalam sejarah hidup aku. And aku pasti dah beratus coretan dari gambar rama2 sampai la satu pasukan khas flashman yang pose x ubah macam orang-orang (time tu la, blum pro). Jadi, boleh dikatakan ni salah satu titik permulaan bakat yang Allah anugerahkan untuk aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dan skarang ni, rumah tu dah tak ada (dirobohkan kerana masalah tanah). Penghuni tetap rumah tu pun dah tak ada. Dan aku amat rindukan insan itu yang aku cukup kagum dengan segala-galanya tentang dia. Kami semua rindukan dia. Yang tinggal cuma kenangan yang aku tak akan ganti walau dengan harta dunia. Penghuni dan rumah usang yang nampak rapuh tu akan aku dan a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bdul rashid abdul raman&lt;/span&gt; akan kenangkan sampai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt; keluarkannya dari ingatan kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tok.. kami teramat rindukan tok. Semoga roh tok ditempatkan bersama orang2 yang beriman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-2994341355472880365?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2994341355472880365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2994341355472880365&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2994341355472880365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2994341355472880365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYp-d9oj-wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dlHjQstlFJQ/s72-c/rumahtok.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-5502029288135737844</id><published>2009-02-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:04:14.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me The Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYXVk4GMUFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/riMTvLopzKg/s1600-h/gal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYXVk4GMUFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/riMTvLopzKg/s400/gal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297875366181621842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baki wang anda : RM70. Yes, aku paling tak gemar bila resit keluar dari ATM pas draw duit berada bawah kadar RM100. menandakan aku amat sengkek, takleh beli komik, and takleh singgah 7-11 beli coklat or other addicted junk food. Lagi satu fenomena yg tak gemar adalah time menerima text messege dari telecomunication sompany berbunyi : Tempoh kredit anda hampir tamat. Tapi tak lagi. Sebab sekarang text msg tu akan diganti dangan benda yang lebih menyakitkan hati. Bil talipon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Berbalik pada isu duit yang hampir hilang dari simpanan. Aku agak gusar sebab gaji bulan ni tak masuk. Macam mana nak cover bil this and that, insuran etc. Keja yang aku normally buat x masuk lansung bulan ni. Tapi aku ada amik job komik yang.. urghh.. tertekan nk buat. Sebab masa. And aku brani jamin, tak akan siap mid februari. Dgn status aku yang malas, pressure sana sini, and yes paling ketara, duit takdak. Komitmen lari terus. So buat rakan2 yang dihargai, jangan la jadi macam aku yang 24/7 malas. Tunggu treasure chest jatuh depan mata. Pastu nak kaya dengan cara mudah. Hargailah kerja yang korang buat sekarang. Dan yang paling penting, buat adik2 yang dibelai manja, jangan lah jadi freelancer kalau mental and jasad tak prepare secukupnya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youre guys might end up stick yourself on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-5502029288135737844?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5502029288135737844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=5502029288135737844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5502029288135737844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5502029288135737844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-me-money.html' title='Show Me The Money'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SYXVk4GMUFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/riMTvLopzKg/s72-c/gal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2198276916389059028</id><published>2009-01-04T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:23:41.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SWGmmhpwRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cISbDFYIIP4/s1600-h/2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SWGmmhpwRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cISbDFYIIP4/s400/2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287690618308412562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2009. Um.. aku sbnarnya x tau nk taip apa since benda ni probably ada kat separuh personal blog kat muka bumi ni. And kalau aku nk tulis benda yang biasa pun.. probably akan sama dgn separuh lagi isi kandungan blog untuk posting '2009'. Ambik petikan dari blog '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunchbox&lt;/span&gt;' : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2009..soalan klasik tiap tahun, apa azam ko tahun nie ?&lt;/span&gt; So aku skip soalan tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku just nak wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salam Maal Hijrah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru&lt;/span&gt; kat semua penduduk muka bumi. Terutama orang islam dan sahabat handai yang berjuang untuk terus hidup dalam dunia yang penuh fasha dan mungkar ni, cewah. Moga tahun 2009 ni akan beri lebih banyak makna pada tahun2 lalu and merubah kita menjadi buruk kepada baik. Baik kepada lebih baik. Dan bersyukur la sebab diizinkan Allah untuk terus bernafas, berpijak di bumi Nya, berdegup jantung sehingga ke hari ini. Dan menghargai hidup ini dengan lebih baik. Ish apsal ucapan aku dah bunyi lain ni. Arghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selamat datang 2009. Selamat tinggal 2008. Kirim salam kat 2007 dan tahun2 yang dah pergi menghilang di arus masa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-2198276916389059028?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2198276916389059028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2198276916389059028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2198276916389059028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2198276916389059028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SWGmmhpwRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cISbDFYIIP4/s72-c/2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-5577938364822479227</id><published>2008-12-27T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:01:33.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SVXuZtLHVrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iyhBQ6JxOvk/s1600-h/tag1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SVXuZtLHVrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iyhBQ6JxOvk/s400/tag1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284391863179499186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 5 Ciri Wanita/Lelaki Idaman Anda :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) setia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) bertudung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) rajin masak/mengemas/memandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) jaga diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 5 Wanita/Lelaki Yang Tak Pernah Anda Minati Sepanjang Hidup :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) Malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) kuat merajuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) biadap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) Pengotor (sorry stan, pow jawapan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) degil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. 5 Perasaan Anda Sekiranya Keluar Dengan Orang Yang Minati :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) gembira &lt;-- jawapan punya la tipikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) speechless and redundant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) agak segan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) tak dak hala tuju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) Takut (pow jawapan stan lagi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. 5 Tempat Istimewa Yang Ingin Dilawati Bersama Pasangan Anda :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a)  tanah suci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b)  jepun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c)  alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d)  paris/london&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e)  syurga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. 5 Barangan/Sesuatu Istimewa Yang Akan Anda Hadiahkan Kepada Dia :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) ciuman (bila dah sah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) cincin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) tudung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) baju kurung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) diri sendiri yang tak ada nilai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Tajuk Lagu Yang Akan Anda Nyanyikan Untuk Pasangan Anda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) sempurna - andra and the backbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) glory of love - peter cefera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) its your love - gils ofarim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) ruang rindu - letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) lagu kita - aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Rakan Yang Anda Tag Dan Mahu Mereka Buat tag ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a) stan (dah buat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b) Shooke (dah buat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c) madd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;d) jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e) acit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s : first time di tag. out of date nya aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-5577938364822479227?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5577938364822479227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=5577938364822479227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5577938364822479227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5577938364822479227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-tag.html' title='First TAG'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SVXuZtLHVrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iyhBQ6JxOvk/s72-c/tag1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-3996432460859647004</id><published>2008-11-02T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:41:49.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3VymjiJVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aQX_N-SeXbs/s1600-h/monsterz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3VymjiJVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aQX_N-SeXbs/s400/monsterz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264098604785739090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One time in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you were there by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I  needed you there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I didn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I am a  monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I'm a disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, it's getting colder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I  won't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I say goodbye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the  hidden tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you kept crying for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I want you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you  can't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How you believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I am a monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I'm a  disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, it's getting colder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I won't go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I say  goodbye, goodbye, goodbye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I am a monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I'm a  disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside, I'm still a monster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I won't go this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I  won't go this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im sorry. Ive made a mistake, but im too ego and stupid to admitted. Yet im avoiding you like im not supposed to. Im sorry. For the way i am. For the monster ive become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-3996432460859647004?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3996432460859647004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=3996432460859647004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/3996432460859647004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/3996432460859647004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/monster.html' title='Monster'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3VymjiJVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aQX_N-SeXbs/s72-c/monsterz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-6575199037294910462</id><published>2008-11-02T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:02:51.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3O6iQk0OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qQiR4gEHov0/s1600-h/doors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3O6iQk0OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qQiR4gEHov0/s400/doors.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264091044490039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aku buat lagi. malas update. kali ni lagi teruk. berbulan2. Bila aku start open notepad, jadi numb. Tak tau nk tulis apa. (Because writing isnt my expertise. Yes it is). Jadi bila nak mula balik, mula la banyak benda yang aku dh miss untuk luahkan. Nk mula first paragraph pun jadi kelam seolah-olah lidah kelu. Tapi bila ramai yang mengherdik, 'ada blog tapi tak update.. apa kejadahnya'. So here i am. Back from nowhere memaksa2 diri menulis. Aku takde spesific tajuk untuk diletakkan. So nk cover balik apa yg dah jadi macam tak penting je. So takyah la kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Selalunya aku memang takdak idea memandangkan ni bukan proper blog yang ada certain topic utk di bincang or cerita kat umum. Lebih kepada kertas conteng yang takdak hala tuju and sekadar kuis2 guna pensil kemudian masuk tong sampah. Blog ni pun macam ni la agaknya. Tapi kekadang tu terasa bersemangat jugak bila tgk blog kawan2 yang berapi menge'post' topik tetiap mingu, tiap2 hari pun ada, yang sebulan skali pun ada, tp better la dr aku yang dh mcm nak cukup setahun. But bila nak start karang, habis blank. So mcm ni la jadinya blog aku. Labah2 buat komuniti. So untuk rakan2 blog yang rajin update cam stan, shooke, jenny, jiji (btw, tahniah kerana bakal bergelar ibu), teruskan la update blog2 kalian yang sejujurnya menjadi tatapan aku setiap hari bila open pc n sblum buat keja (siyes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So boiz and galz, slalu2 la buat topik2 hangat kasik aku membara nk update jugak. (membaraaaaa!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-6575199037294910462?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6575199037294910462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=6575199037294910462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6575199037294910462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6575199037294910462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/wake-dead.html' title='Wake The Dead'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3O6iQk0OI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qQiR4gEHov0/s72-c/doors.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-8056170515085197705</id><published>2008-04-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind The Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R_T3fbU78GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KWDDyupkViA/s1600-h/e870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R_T3fbU78GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KWDDyupkViA/s400/e870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185041190293860450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tanggal 29hb, aku kehilangan salah satu benda berharga yang aku baru cadang nk tukar baru. bukan bidadari idaman, tapi henset yang aku kumpul duit gaji selama 3 bulan untuk beli. Samsung E870 aku hilang di telan orang ramai. Tapi yang amat menyedihkan aku, bukanlah si henset itu seniri, tetapi phonebook aku yg dipenuhi nombo2 sahabat2 handai yang antaranya mustahil aku dpt peroleh lagi. Dengan kecewa aku menyumpah seranah mereka yang jumpai henset aku tp takde sifat budiman nak pulangkan balik (even dh yakin, henset kalau jilang, 100% x akan dpt balik). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jadi, tamatlah riwayat henset aku yang berjasa selama hampir 3 tahun lebih. Kepada yang menjumpainya, moga2 anda akan merana kerna aku dah menyumpah henset tu seperti mana sumpahnya spare part little bast*rd james dean yang membunuh setiap orang yang memilikinya. Ok, time untuk kumpul duit balik, new henset !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Henset hilang pun nak cerita kat orang. Poyo punya sly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-8056170515085197705?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8056170515085197705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=8056170515085197705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/8056170515085197705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/8056170515085197705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/04/nevermind-phone-call.html' title='Nevermind The Phone Call'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R_T3fbU78GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KWDDyupkViA/s72-c/e870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-4311462437931893389</id><published>2008-02-20T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:08.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind Me To Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7xk-OVCxWI/AAAAAAAAACo/-qWy-LBl7Wo/s1600-h/remindmiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7xk-OVCxWI/AAAAAAAAACo/-qWy-LBl7Wo/s400/remindmiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117492475512162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu sembunyi bukan perkara yang sepatutnya aku buat sekarang. tapi aku masih kalah dengan ego aku sebagai lelaki. Aku tewas dengan diri jahil aku yang terlalu memilih, terlalu meminta. Aku menyesal dengan tindakan aku. Aku terlalu kejam dengan apa yang aku selalu buat. Aku masih malu untuk munculkan diri. Aku teramatlah sedih dengan apa yang telah terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diam aku bersuara, 'maafkan aku atas segalanya'. Dalam hampa aku berbisik, 'maafkan aku kerna terlalu meminta'. Dalam gelap aku menangis, 'maafkan aku yang terlalu banyak kelemahannya. Dalam sunyi aku merayu, 'maafkan aku kerna terlalu menyintaimu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu rindukan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling you there by my side&lt;br /&gt;And I miss holding you close in the  night&lt;br /&gt;I miss things that we used to do&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m  sure there are moments when you start to think about me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure there  are moments when you start to think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking the  things that I’ve said&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve seen the reason that you may have left&lt;br /&gt;I hear  songs that remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure there are moments  when you start to think about me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure there are moments when you  start to think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know i still miss you&lt;br /&gt;so im sure you  miss me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-4311462437931893389?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4311462437931893389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=4311462437931893389&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4311462437931893389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4311462437931893389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/02/remind-me-to-miss-you.html' title='Remind Me To Miss You'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7xk-OVCxWI/AAAAAAAAACo/-qWy-LBl7Wo/s72-c/remindmiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-1276475197001570214</id><published>2008-02-13T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:08.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me To Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7MWFuVCxVI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Wg6NRQuNb8/s1600-h/bringmelife.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7MWFuVCxVI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Wg6NRQuNb8/s400/bringmelife.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166497485115540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Kamon sly.. bila ko nak update blog ko nih'&lt;/span&gt;. Itu la antara puluhan komen yang aku dapat semenjak kali terakhir aku post sesuatu kat blog aku. Aku bukan penulis yang baik. Bukan jugak orang yang gemar menulis. Dan pastinya bukan jenis orang yang pandai cari cerita untuk buat topik. Aku tak tahu apa untuk di tulis. Aku takde idea nk mencoret apa. Walhal setiap hari aku check blog aku. Untuk tengok kalau ia ter update seniri agaknya. AKu mengharapkan satu penulisan yang boleh di terima orang. AKu mencari cerita yang aku boleh kongsi untuk semua dan bukan sekadar cerita yang tak ada nilai untuk orang lain ketahui. Aku mencari cara menulis sesuatu yang lain dari cerita hidup aku yang penuh masalah ni. Tapi aku x jumpa semua tu. Jadi aku minta maaf buat kawan2 yang rasakan aku masih menjaja cerita yang tiada harga and basi untuk kalian. Ini saja yang aku ada. Buat masa ni. Mungkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hidup aku.. masih macam tahun lepas. Masih seorang yang malas. Masih seorang yang ingin kesenangan dunia tanpa usaha. Masih punya impian yang tinggi. Dan masih mencari diri sendiri yang hilang atau mungkin tak pernah dijumpai. Ibu ayah dah mulai pertikai kerjaya aku. Aku mula dihimpit antara menjadi biasa dan luar biasa. Aku cuba untuk terus di tapak mencari rezeki aku yang sekarang ni. Moga2 apa yang aku usahakan x sia-sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hidup kita tak pernah sempurna. Impian dan kehendak tak akan datang tanpa usaha. Dan aku tahu tentang tu tapi masih di telekuk diri aku yang masih lena. Dan aku juga cuba untuk jadi orang yang lebih baik dari diri aku sebelum ni. Aku mahu lebih usaha. Aku nak bangun dari diri lama aku. Aku nak cari matlamat hidup aku. Aku nak keluarga bangga dengan aku. Begitu jugak dengan si dia yang aku cuba elak sejak akhir2 ni. Maafkan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tentang kesihatan, aku tanak cerita pasal tu. Mungkin kelak. Maafkan aku sebab tak dapat post gambar2 Rantai07 tahun lepas. Dan aku akan usaha untuk kerap update blog ni utk mereka yang tak jemu betandang ke laman muka blog aku yang semakin tampak hambarnya ni. Hidup ni terlalu indah. Cuma ada sedikit kesukaran untuk kita genggam perkara yang kita mahu. Bangunkan aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but it's complicated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we barely make it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;there are miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;miracles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-1276475197001570214?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1276475197001570214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=1276475197001570214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1276475197001570214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1276475197001570214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2008/02/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring Me To Life'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R7MWFuVCxVI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Wg6NRQuNb8/s72-c/bringmelife.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-4960777959129702876</id><published>2007-12-05T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:08.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im no Workaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R1asfNz7ivI/AAAAAAAAACY/yIN-VU0k0l0/s1600-h/worky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R1asfNz7ivI/AAAAAAAAACY/yIN-VU0k0l0/s400/worky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140485676973394674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni adalah minggu yang agak perit. Aku terpaksa siapkan 2 kerja untuk 2 group yang aku join. Gravyz untuk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comic Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;, and 84cube untuk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rantai&lt;/span&gt;. So kelam kabut sket. So far aku rasa aku still boleh manage. But work2 yang dh siap.. kualiti amatlah tahi skali. Betul la kata orang, buat keja last minit, hasil pun macam sampah. Tapi ni lah keja yang aku buat. Lukis dan men design. Walaupun aku rasa, word design dah makin fade away dari kebolehan aku. Bila aku mula nak buat design, aku tak dapat fikir apa pun. Rasanya aku betul2 semakin hilang kebolehan mendesign ni. Apa yang Tuhan beri akan Dia ambil balik bila kita tak pandai hargai pemberianNya. BUt aku harap dia tak ambik kebolehan melukis aku kerna tu ja benda yang aku boleh buat skrang untuk cari makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, aku akan ke KL. 2 Event. So harap semua berjalan lancar and dapat spent sket masa dengan kawan2 (indeed, aku jadi x siuman sebab takde member kat sini, sampai ikan pun aku bantai ajak sembang). Aku rindu kalian. Aku rindu sembang tentang masa lalu. Aku rindu minum milo ais sama2. Aku rindu nk karaoke (ye la tu). Aku rindu segala-galanya tentang kawan. InsyaAllah kalau ada rezeki, aku sumbat gambar2 event pas aku balik nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Currently listening back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Work'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-4960777959129702876?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4960777959129702876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=4960777959129702876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4960777959129702876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4960777959129702876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-no-workaholic.html' title='Im no Workaholic'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R1asfNz7ivI/AAAAAAAAACY/yIN-VU0k0l0/s72-c/worky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-7059214056954790631</id><published>2007-11-25T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:09.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R0lo3zkS7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sRJnvSBKZ2M/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R0lo3zkS7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sRJnvSBKZ2M/s400/tunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136752157937298690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As days goes by.. its been a while. Tatkala aku menyemak semula tarikh terakhir aku update blog ni.. terasa amat jauh skali. Jarak masa untuk aku mula menabur kata-kata semula di sini. Aku hilang antara masa itu dan ini.. 1 dan 2.. titik pertama dan titik terakhir.. dan di antara jarak masa itu jugak aku hilang dlm diri. Hilang dari semua. Hilang dari kebenaran. Aku jatuh ke bawah. Ke alam kegelapan yang aku cuba tidur untuk tidak bergerak dan berfikir apa-apa. Setelah beban jatuh ke bahu bertalu-talu seolah2 mengejek 'mampukah kamu menanggung aku?. Mampukah aku?. Dan pada waktu itu juga aku tenggelam dalam gelap dan hindari diri dari mata dunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kini aku mula dapat membuka mata. Merangkak mencari cahaya untuk keluar dari gelap. Melalui terowong sunyi yang hanya ditemani cahaya kecil yang tak pernah jemu menjemput aku bangun semula. Kini aku mula stabilkan hidup aku. Beban dunia diri, cinta, kerja, dan hidup. Aku cuba untuk harunginya sekali lagi. Demi mereka yang tak pernah jemu memanggil nama aku, memimpin aku, menghulur tangan buat aku. Kepada rakan-rakan dan mereka yang aku hargai dan sayangi, maafkan aku kerna hilang dari mata kamu semua, aku akan cuba untuk terus merangkak, menghargai kamu semua semula.. menghargai masa yang ada.. menghargai si dia yang aku tak pernah jemu mencintai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...melalui terowong gelap dan sunyi.. aku cuba mencari semula diriku yang telah hilang di mamah waktu dan cinta duniawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I set out alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Crawl through the tunnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My eyes can hardly see the  other side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No longer cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Or feeling in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I realize that I am  just alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So let it shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cause we are, the light in the  tunnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;We are the living and dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;See how we are, alone in the  world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;We are the light in the tunnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That's all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Tunnel' by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The USED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-7059214056954790631?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7059214056954790631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=7059214056954790631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/7059214056954790631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/7059214056954790631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/11/tunnel.html' title='Tunnel'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/R0lo3zkS7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sRJnvSBKZ2M/s72-c/tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-5284475138589786430</id><published>2007-10-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:09.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebelum Cahaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RwE8joDmXYI/AAAAAAAAACI/YNVYC8YNpYY/s1600-h/hikari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RwE8joDmXYI/AAAAAAAAACI/YNVYC8YNpYY/s400/hikari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116437234415197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kita menutup mata. kita bangga dengan apa yang kita ada. Kita lupakan DIA yang ciptakan kita. Beri nyawa.. pinjamkan jasad.. Kita lali dengan duniawi. Kita rela biarkan diri ditenggelami gelap. Kita jauhkan diri dengan cahaya.. dan juga DIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Semalam.. Tuhan tunjukkan aku kekuasaanNya. Tuhan buatkan aku nampak tentang kesedaran.. tentang agama.. tentang keinsafan.. tentang kembali kepada yang benar. Seorang kenalan aku yang aku anggap sahabat.. minta aku untuk tunjukkan dia smula jalan yg benar. Minta aku bawa dia semula ke jalan yang diredhai. Aku gembira tatkala si dia yang selama ni sibuk dengan hal duniawi, meminta sedikit jasa utk bawa dia pulang ke arah yang benar. Aku bantu sedaya mampu memandangkan aku akui diri aku jugak tak pernah sentiasa ingati DIA.. tak pernah cukup untuk bergelar hambaNYA. Namun aku bersyukur.. Tuhan buka hati beliau (si sahabat) utk kembali menyeru seruanNYA. Dan sekaligus mengingatkan aku tentang terus menunaikan perintah.. dan terus kagumi kekuasaan dan keagunganNYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Moga dia (si sahabat) akan terus berada dijalan ini buat selamanya.. terus sujud untuk NYA.. terus kekal ibadahnya.. terus lebih dampingi diri kepada NYA.. terus menjadi hambaNYA yang sebenar. Moga pintu hatinya (si sahabat) terus terbuka untuk Tuhan yang Maha Esa. Moga TUhan jugak membuka pintu hati ku.. untuk terus beribadah padaNYA.. dan mengizinkan hati ini menerima nya (si tercinta) semula..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingatkan engkau kepada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embun pagi bersahaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang menemanimu sebelum cahaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ingatkan engkau kepada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angin yang berhembus mesra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang kan membelaimu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinta&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-5284475138589786430?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5284475138589786430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=5284475138589786430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5284475138589786430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/5284475138589786430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/10/sebelum-cahaya.html' title='Sebelum Cahaya'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RwE8joDmXYI/AAAAAAAAACI/YNVYC8YNpYY/s72-c/hikari.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2165496489857642367</id><published>2007-09-07T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:09.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RuFSWw5OjxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DZTNnure90I/s1600-h/clocktower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RuFSWw5OjxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DZTNnure90I/s400/clocktower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107454003450384146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause it makes me feel like only want to listen to you for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; I hate the way you ride with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause it made me think im the only luckiest man alive when u hug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it makes me weak and melt in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate your lame cellphone sound, and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause it really made me feel that youre around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even thou i never understand what the 'hate' word means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause you really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause it seriously hurt so much, especially from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;youre the only one who capable to do that both all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thats when i feel the most emptiness moment in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Originally from '10 Things I Hate About You' movie but ive made some edit to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &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/6089727857181211080-2165496489857642367?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2165496489857642367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2165496489857642367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2165496489857642367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2165496489857642367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RuFSWw5OjxI/AAAAAAAAACA/DZTNnure90I/s72-c/clocktower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2618134810533373278</id><published>2007-09-05T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt60hQ5OjwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uwojcI4Nkj8/s1600-h/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt60hQ5OjwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uwojcI4Nkj8/s400/wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106717511048400642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1hb September 2007. Terikatlah sudah hubungan suami isteri buat Muhd Jamal sahabat sehidup sematiku.. bersama wanita pilihannya.. Siti Khadijah. Akhirnya, setelah bertembung dengan berbagai2 dugaan dan halangan ribut dalam hubungan, mereka berjaya akhirinya dengan baik. Alhamdulillah. Agak sedih sbnarnya bila sahabat baik yg sama2 berendam lumpur, di denda mak ayah sebab balik lewat, dan lain2 memori yang x dilupakan.. akan menjadi org lain kelak. Tak dapat karaoke skali.. tak dapat mandi sungai skali.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tapi.. aku juga penuh gembira tak terkata.. sebab dia berjaya tawan hati si dia, yang paling dia mahukan dalam hidupnya. Jadi, tahniah buat kamu Madd. Moga kamu masih orang yang sama dan kekal selamanya. Jaga si dia dengan baik kerna dia adalah separuh hidup kamu sekarang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Madd :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aku mmg terharu hang dapat mai, sampai 3 malam lak tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku :&lt;/span&gt; theres a dark time of my life.. where i need a smile and a hand to pull me back up again.. as i struggle to see how im drowning into the darkness of pain.. as im about to give up on evrything.. thats when i saw u.. sit beside me.. smiling with a lot of hope.. offered your friendship hands that make me alive and stand again.. so if u tell me what i did to u 3 days ago.. it cant compare how much u did to my life that time and all the rest of my life..a thousand thank u still wont repay what u have done so much in my entire life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-2618134810533373278?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2618134810533373278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2618134810533373278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2618134810533373278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2618134810533373278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-best-friend-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend Wedding'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt60hQ5OjwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uwojcI4Nkj8/s72-c/wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-4740668168834833901</id><published>2007-09-05T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Ingin Pulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt6zzg5OjvI/AAAAAAAAABw/NSpoqlz9kGA/s1600-h/highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt6zzg5OjvI/AAAAAAAAABw/NSpoqlz9kGA/s400/highway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106716725069385458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kemanapun aku pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bayang - bayangmu mengejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bersembunyi dimanapun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selalu engkau temukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku merasa letih dan ingin sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ku tanya pada siapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tak ada yang menjawab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sebab semua peristiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanya di rongga dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pergulatan yang panjang dalam kesunyian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku mencari jawapan di laut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kuseret langkah menyusuri pantai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku merasa mendengar suara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Menutupi jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Menghentikan petualangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kemanapun aku pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selalu ku bawa - bawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perasaan yang bersalah datang menghantuiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Masih mungkinkah pintumu ku buka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dengan kunci yang pernah kupatahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lihatlah aku terkapar dan luka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dengarkanlah jeritan dari dalam jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku ingin pulang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku harus pulang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-4740668168834833901?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4740668168834833901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=4740668168834833901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4740668168834833901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4740668168834833901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/09/aku-ingin-pulang.html' title='Aku Ingin Pulang'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rt6zzg5OjvI/AAAAAAAAABw/NSpoqlz9kGA/s72-c/highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-1325561741135279960</id><published>2007-08-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D'oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8O79fAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/d28nbKYVCi0/s1600-h/simpson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8O79fAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/d28nbKYVCi0/s400/simpson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097809726486376146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Org kunin? tu la antara persoalan pertama masa aku kenal Simpsons. Dan sejak tu..aku mula layan kerenah keluarga kulit kuning ni. And tanpa sedar2.. siri dia dah mencapai 18 musim dengan kuantiti 400 episod. Banyak tu. Matt Groening mmg dewa habis buat crita katun lawak. Tengok je contoh crita Futuruma yg lawak tahap adabi tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok bebaru ni, dunia filem dilanda The Simpsons Movie yg berjaya kalahkan pirate of carribean 3 dan spiderman 3 di awal minggu. And ia mmg menakjubkan. Di kala semua studio animasi terkenal sibuk bikin animasi 3D.. diorang still state dgn style 2D (ada gak sket2 3D cell shading). And overall.. memang bunuh diri punya lawak. makan kurang hajar and makin serius. Rasanya just beberapa minit ja jiwa aku tenang dr gelak. Yang lain penuh ngan humor yg mmg sakit perut nak gelak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bayangkan.. belum lagi habis gelak satu lawak tu.. dah datang lawak lain. Sampai kan starting waktu logo 20th century tu pn dh di bantainya lawak. Dan ia.. aku amatlah puas hati, even tension gila tengok aksi bodoh n tingkah laku Homer yg tak penah2 nak berubah. jadi.. bagi mereka yg minat gila crita ni.. pegi la tgk. Utk yg tension ngan life pon.. pi la tgk jugak. Sbb 100% klua panggung puas hati. Touche' !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-1325561741135279960?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1325561741135279960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=1325561741135279960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1325561741135279960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1325561741135279960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/08/doh.html' title='D&apos;oh!'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8O79fAbtI/AAAAAAAAABo/d28nbKYVCi0/s72-c/simpson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-1580104527606448892</id><published>2007-08-12T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Pokopen !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8KS9fAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFHFdXzKjcg/s1600-h/pokopen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8KS9fAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFHFdXzKjcg/s400/pokopen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097804624065228482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.. lately aku teramatlah busy dgn keja. Campur aduk pkara2 life lagi. So mcm yg sebelum ni.. dh tulis punya lama.. but baru nak post. Aku jadi malas nak bukak and post.. knapa tah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Topik kali ni tak ada apa sngt. Cuma nak tayang figure baru. Aku beli awal bulan lepas. 100 lebih kat Toy's R Us. First time tgk sarjan keroro naik mobile suit dia.. aku dh teruja nak beli.. then bila dah ada duit.. dah habis dijual, camtu la selalu. Then tetiba masa jenguk2 Toy's R Us aritu.. ada plak jual satu set. Rembat terus. Nak beli satu2 memang nangis aa.. bkn nangis price.. tp lokasi. Jadi itulah dia. Kawaii (cute) tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-1580104527606448892?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1580104527606448892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=1580104527606448892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1580104527606448892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1580104527606448892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/08/die-pokopen.html' title='Die Pokopen !!'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rr8KS9fAbsI/AAAAAAAAABg/eFHFdXzKjcg/s72-c/pokopen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2151322204740758878</id><published>2007-07-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Lived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rp9h2iJU1mI/AAAAAAAAABY/a9RcVfAvaa0/s1600-h/potter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rp9h2iJU1mI/AAAAAAAAABY/a9RcVfAvaa0/s400/potter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088893693458699874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbnarnya dh tulis lama. Tapi sebab malas nak post, ngan mood aku tunggang langgang, mm.. cincai la ek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scar head. Pertama kali aku kenal budak ni, waktu tu aku, emm ntah la tak ingat. But aku stat tringin nak baca and ambil tahu tentang dia bila aku baca review2 yang katakan cerita dia memang best bangat. Dan bermula la haritu aku kenali dia dan dunia magiknya, Harry David Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Order Of The Pheonix. Memandangkan adik aku amatlah gilakan skali HP, maka aku trpaksa beli 2 tiket seminggu awal n pada tayang pertama. Dan sememangnya semakin lama, crita dia semakin gelap. Dari cerita warna warni yang menggembirakan, sampailah ke tahap penuh emosi and kegelapan. Aku gak baca bnyk review peminat yang katakan cerita kali ni amat tahi skali antara semua trilogy nya yang telah dibikin sebelum ni. But bagi aku, ok ja. Semua plot penting berjaya dimuatkan, even banyak scene2 dalam buku yang aku harap ada tapi takdak. But so far. Crita dia ok. Banyak tertumpu pada Harry dengan emosi dia yang semakin dewasa n cuba sesuaikan dengan keadaan yang kini dah semakin hampir dengan peperangan sebenar dalam dunia magik n sekaligus berkait dengan keamanan dunia nyata. Tak banyak sangat cerita2 pasal persahabatan Harry n 2 member kamcin dia. Maybe pengarah nk focus kepada apa yang lebih penting kot. Semakin banyak kematian. Menyaksikan kematian org kesayangan Harry lagi kematian orang penting pada siri seterusnya. Dan part terakhir tika perlawanan Death Eater ngan Phoenix Army, mmg perlawanan sihir terbaik aku pernah tengok. ( Kalau nak banding dengan Covenant ngan Charmed la) Dan pada org2 yang komen crita ni tak best, fikir la balik. bukan senang pengarah nk muatkan novel 300 helai (aku agak2 ja, malas nk p check balik) ke dalam 2 jam filem. Apa-apa pun, sebagai die hard fanz Harry Potter, aku ok ja dengan semua yang ada. Hahaha. Apa-apa pun, kepada peminat setia, kita nantikanlah novel terakhir 'And The Deathly Hollow' yg bakal release pada hujung Julai ni. Dan Satu ayat dari petikan article yang aku baca, perkataan yang semua orang menanti jawapan sebenarnya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Aku dah bunuh dia" Kata J.K Rowling sambil menangis pada si suami selepas tamat penulisan buku terakhir Harry Potter And The Deathly Hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Fight Last yang memang layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Semua pelakon adalah orang yang sama. Pengarah memang teliti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Setiap pelakon semakin menampakkan ke professional an dalam bidang lakonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tak Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Banyak scene best yang tadak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Banyak part yang diubahsuai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Kejap sangat, huhu.. tak puas tengok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-2151322204740758878?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2151322204740758878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2151322204740758878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2151322204740758878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2151322204740758878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/07/boy-who-lived.html' title='The Boy Who Lived'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rp9h2iJU1mI/AAAAAAAAABY/a9RcVfAvaa0/s72-c/potter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-2649804460442492867</id><published>2007-07-08T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RpHfmlqAOTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gAwrSuz2ofI/s1600-h/drownalmost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RpHfmlqAOTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gAwrSuz2ofI/s400/drownalmost.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085091308314310962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa cinta harus datang dengan kecewa, sedih, sakit dan macam-macam lagi perkara yang memeritkan. Bukan niat aku untuk menjaja kesedihan aku atau kisah cinta karat aku. Aku hanya rasa senang hati bila dapat tulis macam ni (walaupun x sesenang mana pun).  Jadi pada mereka yang malas nak baca luahan hati busuk dari orang macam aku ni, stop je stakat ni. Then pegi bukak tv layan Janji Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ja brapa minggu aku dapat ketengan dari dia. Memaafkan dan dimaafi. Tapi itulah, Sentiasa dipenuhi hitam dari putih.  Belum sempat aku kecapi kegembiraan bercinta, aku di uji lagi dengan dugaan yang begitu memeritkan. Tambahannya apabila aku mempercayainya. Dan dia tidak berpegang pada kata-katanya. Aku tewas. Aku marah. Aku sakit. Aku sedih. Dan sekali lagi aku menjadi manusia yang hilang arah. Aku x dapat terima apa yang dah jadi. Dan dia memilih kehidupan yang aku tak terima. I trusted her. But she always make it hard to be faithful. Aku hampir mempersoalkan, adakah dia untuk aku? adakah  aku layak untuk dia?&lt;br /&gt;1 minit aku melihat kegembiraannya dan yang lain hanya kesedihan. Adakah masih aku adalah untuknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah letih. Aku dah seperti hampir ke penghujungnya. Mempertahankan hubungan yang penuh dengan kesedihan berbanding kegembiraan. Aku yang menyakiti. Aku seperti tak sanggup melihat dia menangis lagi. Moga masih ada harapan kelak. Buat masa ini, sedingin hati aku, seperit jiwa aku, aku terus diam membisu. Melawan perasaan kecewa, dan bermati-matian mengharungi duka aku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulepas semua yang kuinginkan&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan kuulangi&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan jika kau kusayangi&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila kumenanti&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah engkau coba mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah ku disini&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah jika aku bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah tuk menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takkan lelah aku menanti&lt;br /&gt;Takkan hilang cintaku ini&lt;br /&gt;Hingga saat kau tak kembali&lt;br /&gt;Kan kukenang di hati saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau telah tinggalkan hati yang terdalam&lt;br /&gt;Hingga tiada cinta yang tersisa&lt;br /&gt;Di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Listening back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang Terdalam&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peterpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-2649804460442492867?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2649804460442492867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=2649804460442492867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2649804460442492867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/2649804460442492867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/07/pieces-mended.html' title='Pushing Me Away'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RpHfmlqAOTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gAwrSuz2ofI/s72-c/drownalmost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-4432256634521521191</id><published>2007-06-28T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Meets The Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPgklqAOSI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gju4vAq90sc/s1600-h/trans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPgklqAOSI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gju4vAq90sc/s400/trans.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081151723792251170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar ja suara Peter Cullen(Voice over utk Optimus Prime) pada permulaan crita, aku dh mula tak boleh duduk diam. Dan 15 - 20 minit utama, penonton dah di sajikan dengan aksi perang yang melampau2, (mmg feveret pengarah Michael Bay letup2). Cuma perangnya di sertakan dengan robot. Setelah penantian  selama berabad, bagi kami yang membesar pada tahun 80-an.. akhirnya, dia muncul gak. Filem yang amatlah diharapkan oleh peminat untuk ke layar perak sebagai filem sebenar. Transformers. Itu namanya. Familiar tak bagi yang bukan fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih ingat pertama kali aku kenal mesin bernyawa yang boleh transformasi ni. Teruja tak payah cakap la. Treler tukar jadi robot. Time tu kira Transformers dengan Go-Bot ja yang buat robot transformasi kenderaan. Tapi Transformers lebih menyerlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filem ni, emm.. apa yang nk di komen, penuh aksi, komedi, soundtrack best, macam2 la. Tapi aku still rasa lack kat something. Feel transformer tu cam kurang. But Still worth watching. CGI diorang memang betul2 mengagumkan. Tengok waktu diorang transformasi dlm keadaan cepat. Kagum. Salah satu scene yang buat aku kagum, waktu pertama kali logo Autobots muncul kat stering kereta BumbleBee, satu pawagam teruja. Especially Fans yang betul2 nk tengok Transformers ke layar perak. Dengan Peter Cullen, suara asal Optimus Prime sanggup gunakan suara dia lagi untuk filem ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senang cakap, untuk fans transformers, korang suka ke tidak perubahan robot or apa2 dalam filem ni, tengok je. Kalau rasa diri tu diehard fans. Arghh.. korang semua pegi tengok ja la. Jangan komplen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autobots !!!.. Transform and roll out !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Listen back to old song - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The touch'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stan Bush&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Transformers Theme'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Transformers Animation Movie Soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-4432256634521521191?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4432256634521521191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=4432256634521521191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4432256634521521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/4432256634521521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More Than Meets The Eye'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPgklqAOSI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gju4vAq90sc/s72-c/trans.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-1267728939795712015</id><published>2007-06-28T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:10.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPSyFqAORI/AAAAAAAAABA/dCmWHWoFGUc/s1600-h/sorry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPSyFqAORI/AAAAAAAAABA/dCmWHWoFGUc/s400/sorry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081136562557696274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i that selfish? can i be selfish? im asking her over and over again. As i told her whats really inside me.. she forgive me. And i can see a couple of tears drop from her eyes. I realize, shes touched. So am i. After what happen a couple days before, as i treat her like what im not supposed to, im glad were finally can see each other through eyes and eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize what kind of jerk i am. I made her cry. I hurt her. I always hurt her. Make me realize, am i really the guy who's destined to be with her? am i really capable for her? Is she deserve a worst guy like i am?. Then i start to fully realize how lucky i am. She chose me. She never give up on me, even sometimes i tried to make her hate me so he can realize what kind of person i really am. She always said she dont understand me and how she tried to. But what i really understand, she already know who i am. What kind of person i am. Thats when she makes the choice. She chose me. Over million people out there. God please make her mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Current listening :- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Before It's Too Late'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-1267728939795712015?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1267728939795712015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=1267728939795712015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1267728939795712015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/1267728939795712015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/RoPSyFqAORI/AAAAAAAAABA/dCmWHWoFGUc/s72-c/sorry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-677812662126659384</id><published>2007-06-22T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:11.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rnu8vCQ3hSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2CitVnWf-cg/s1600-h/ourlove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rnu8vCQ3hSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2CitVnWf-cg/s400/ourlove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078860521037858082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;She had an earthquake on her mind&lt;br /&gt;I almost heard her cry out as I left her far behind&lt;br /&gt;and knew the world was crashing down around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sink now to the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that we are more&lt;br /&gt;But I've made this mess, I built this fire&lt;br /&gt;Are you still mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to go because I am all yours&lt;br /&gt;So please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an earthquake on her mind&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the kind that would bury us alive&lt;br /&gt;By putting all this weight on us forever&lt;br /&gt;I lie here on the ocean floor,&lt;br /&gt;broken castle by the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I made this mess, I built this fire&lt;br /&gt;Are you still mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to go because I am all yours&lt;br /&gt;So please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me save us&lt;br /&gt;I've slaughtered us, I've murdered our love&lt;br /&gt;I can taste it,&lt;br /&gt;This blood in my mouth, this knife in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Have I murdered our love?&lt;br /&gt;Have I murdered our love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, yeah please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to go because I am all yours&lt;br /&gt;So please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby, I'm not alright when you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm not alright when you go&lt;br /&gt;Please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;I never want you to go because I am all yours&lt;br /&gt;So please be all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be all mine, mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ Current Listening : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Earthquake'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheUsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lyric by TheUsed from the song Earthquake&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-677812662126659384?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/677812662126659384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=677812662126659384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/677812662126659384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/677812662126659384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/06/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rnu8vCQ3hSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2CitVnWf-cg/s72-c/ourlove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-6892382226546368214</id><published>2007-06-21T10:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:11.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rn6J6SQ3hTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u5lSqiHANKA/s1600-h/scare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rn6J6SQ3hTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u5lSqiHANKA/s400/scare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079649064148501810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad to begin my space with unhappy story. I like to keep it all alone cause its too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; of me to tell anyone. But i decide to tell and say how scare i am so people will know what a weak man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone i love was hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;. But as a man of her.. i should  comfort her at the time she's really in pain and needed me. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; scared, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; scared to know how painful she is and not there to avoid the thing that happen and even take her pain away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; speechless, I cant think at all even a single kind of image. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; started to sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and undependable. Hoping people to know how weak and chicken i am to face the truth. I know it sounds like a lame kind of thing, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; who i am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As she struggling the pain and feel more pain because of my lame act, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; drowning with my own 'too-worried' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt; and my own kind of pain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry for wasting your time to read this rubbish story with a deadly crap grammar from a deadly lame guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;+ Current Listening Song : '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;home'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kill is the song title by 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-6892382226546368214?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6892382226546368214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=6892382226546368214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6892382226546368214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/6892382226546368214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/06/kill_21.html' title='The Kill'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rn6J6SQ3hTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u5lSqiHANKA/s72-c/scare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089727857181211080.post-7625038840035592633</id><published>2007-06-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:59:11.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rni89yQ3hQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9067FhKi7tw/s1600-h/note1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rni89yQ3hQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9067FhKi7tw/s400/note1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078016349510796546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blog. Tu la namanya. 2 3 tahun dulu.. aku kenal benda ni yang menjalar kat Malaysia. Mungkin dh lama wujud..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aku ja yang tau benda ni 2 3 tahun lepas..kuno)&lt;/span&gt;. Dan dalam masa 2 3 tahun tu jugak.. aku belek banyak blog dari luahan hati.. sampai la ke isu semasa. Dan tak dinafikan aku suka certain blog yg menyampaikan info dan kata-kata hati yang betul2 buat aku terima msg tu. Hingga satu hari tu.. kawan2 aku minta aku buatkan blog memandangkan diorang cakap aku bagus dalam penulisan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bagus hapa..)&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi aku terpaksa refuse sebab aku akui yang aku tak ada bakat lansung dalam menulis. Cerpen darjah 6 pun aku tak penah dapat atas 75. Di sertakan juga dengan topik dan perkara yang aku tak tahu nk sumbat dalam blog ni. Tapi setelah aku disogok dengan milo ais sebanyak 2 cawan, aku pun cuba buka blog aku seniri yang aku tak pasti bila akan berakhir. So here i am.. maaf kalau penulisan aku tak bagus, tah apa2, tak ada sistematik dan lain2 lagi keburukan pada waktu ini dan hari2 yang bakal mendatang. Aku hanya ingin mencari sedikit ruang di dunia blog ni. Sila beri tunjuk ajar. Tegur mana silap dan terima kasih kepada yang sudi beri laluan untuk aku menulis tentang diri aku or mungkin apa yang aku ingin tulis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuba mencari angin lain di kala rakan2 cubies aku tengah rancak bermain fotopages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Current Listening Song : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Smother Me'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chapter One is the song title by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6089727857181211080-7625038840035592633?l=poetryofmotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7625038840035592633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089727857181211080&amp;postID=7625038840035592633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/7625038840035592633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089727857181211080/posts/default/7625038840035592633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofmotion.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-has-only-begun.html' title='Chapter One'/><author><name>[sly](^_^)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905089675724408928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/SQ3PcXv5KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mkMX-ZtkNAI/S220/aku.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxRaoN0uDbE/Rni89yQ3hQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9067FhKi7tw/s72-c/note1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
