<?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-23904063</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:53:45.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letzte Ausfahrt: Leben</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-165296003278363403</id><published>2008-10-13T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:10:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The October Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SPKuGgz6h_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0Y-m7LNebtU/s1600-h/Oktoberfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SPKuGgz6h_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0Y-m7LNebtU/s400/Oktoberfest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455142004918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;babes of oktoberfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well my exams are virtually over. I guess everything was okay except for Additional Mathematics which was a total killer I swear. Out of all the people I asked, only Julian said he'd think he'd pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I think I will pass, but I don't think I will get an A1." I was like WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! I'm looking to just pass and you're looking for an A1? Yeah well some people are like that. Surprisingly Chemistry was okay but you know, what the fuck. Surprisingly Malay was okay, but what the fuck. Surprisingly Elementary Mathematics was a killer which is like WHAT THE FUCK!!! E Math is my niche. I don't know.. We must insult the setter Ha ha hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I'm gonna set up a ***** community. So far I have 3-4 takers! Another one or two more would be good :) It's gonna be so fun. I'm looking forward to the holidays cos I can pretty much do whatever I want. Namely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watch Liverpool matches with friends. (I really wanna try it)&lt;br /&gt;2) Go out with friends, girls and guys.&lt;br /&gt;3) DIANA!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Go out with family (I'm close to my family, siblings and cousinszxzxz)&lt;br /&gt;5) Buy stuff, loads loads loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;6) *****!! Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I got nothing else, see you fully on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I WANNA GO FOR OKTOBERFEST!!!!! AND HALLOWEEN. ANY TAKERS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-165296003278363403?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/165296003278363403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=165296003278363403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/165296003278363403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/165296003278363403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-well-my-exams-are-virtually-over.html' title='The October Feast'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SPKuGgz6h_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0Y-m7LNebtU/s72-c/Oktoberfest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7291779692269504657</id><published>2008-10-03T18:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:58:53.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Breasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SOYLzXQMmpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0jyq09kd258/s1600-h/minettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SOYLzXQMmpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0jyq09kd258/s400/minettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252898992417446546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so dead; it needs some fricking weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Lutfan’s been MIA. Does anyone know why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s been smoking up with his baby cousin somewhere in Scandinavia and having a ball of a time getting his ass tattooed by this red headed European chick. Whatever he said about exams, HAHA are you kidding me?  That’s all bullshit! He’s trying to avoid the thousands of girls waiting at his doorstep. So ladies, please, if you’re not Sarah Jessica Parker, I suggest you walk away. Oh but if you’re an Indian mom, I guess that could work too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan, THIS is why you should never trust me with your password :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SOYK-eDvZPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AMTAC9sbY1E/s1600-h/Unknown.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SOYK-eDvZPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/AMTAC9sbY1E/s320/Unknown.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252898083711182066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Bullshitting Buddy Who Has Quite An Imagination :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7291779692269504657?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7291779692269504657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7291779692269504657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7291779692269504657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7291779692269504657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-your-breasts.html' title='Love Your Breasts'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SOYLzXQMmpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0jyq09kd258/s72-c/minettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1769293370686535427</id><published>2008-09-24T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:34:33.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five-Year Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNpP4gQp4xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WjK6hXCquEA/s1600-h/Reina+Torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNpP4gQp4xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WjK6hXCquEA/s400/Reina+Torres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249596147804791570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess that since it's been 4 days since I last updated, I've been okay. I had quite a stressing week academically. I mean with the mock exams and Practicals and whatever the fuck not. But I got through them I guess. I'm just awaiting the 22 days to fucking pass, so I can finally be a free person. Free as a bird. If I were to be a bird, I'd be a Liverbird, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna study History and then read my book and then watch some Dane Cook! Haha he's really good I swear. He's a stand Up comedian and he concentrates more on real life situations which he feels are points of humour. I think it's really creative and innovative and what not so you should all watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment ago blogger was like screwing up it said something about spyware and whatever the fuck. Anyway well, yesterday my mom bought loads of new furniture for my room. Loads being a TV console, a Book Shelf and a CD Rack. I dunno why a CD rack though I don't have many CDs. Though I'm gonna go into the habit of getting new CDs but for now I've got different priorities with me notes. My money's still green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I guess I better get back to evil moustached men. Hitler wasn't particularly evil, maybe just TOO avengeful and a little looney. But he was a good speaker nevertheless. Go YouTube him and feel INSPIRED (if you're a public speaker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Russia with Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1769293370686535427?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1769293370686535427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1769293370686535427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1769293370686535427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1769293370686535427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-i-guess-that-since-its-been-4-days.html' title='The Five-Year Plans'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNpP4gQp4xI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WjK6hXCquEA/s72-c/Reina+Torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1307778506929652432</id><published>2008-09-21T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:49:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Wanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNZC08bSaHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/K1m3IfQXBGw/s1600-h/Carragher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNZC08bSaHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/K1m3IfQXBGw/s400/Carragher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248455893088102514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Carragher Autobiography arrived yesterday! I have read parts of it it's really really funny. I think I've never read something so interesting about someone's life before. Oh well if you're a Kopite you should really read it. If you aren't one you should read it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging so much because I haven't been online so much because I'm being a good boy and doing other more important stuff such as checking on MORE important people and doing work. Which reminds me, LUTFAN DO YOUR FUCKING HISTORY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played poker on Friday and I lost 2 fucking buy-ins! That's 20 bucks mind you. I had REALLY REALLY bad luck ever since Akmal stole my pot. He beat my straight. I wonder what I went in so much for on a straight. And Akmal, if you ever read this. I DID NOT SEE THE THREE CLUBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a huge feast over at me place with everyone coming over and such but what the fuck. It wasn't THAT huge. To me at least. Then Khalis slept over and we went out at 1 to eat. And then we called some overseas associates for the business we are doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright pretty much sums up my week. Oh I fail to comment on the fucking disappointing draw yesterday. APPARENTLY, it's cool to attack for 85 minutes. Take corners for 5 minutes and not score. But it's okay, I'm still proud of my club &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1307778506929652432?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1307778506929652432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1307778506929652432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1307778506929652432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1307778506929652432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-wanes.html' title='The Week Wanes'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNZC08bSaHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/K1m3IfQXBGw/s72-c/Carragher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7435969326205063323</id><published>2008-09-18T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:56:16.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mundane Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNJdnwWcXFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gj2teVD9zH4/s1600-h/Daniel+Agger+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNJdnwWcXFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gj2teVD9zH4/s400/Daniel+Agger+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247359453415365714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Didn't go to school&lt;br /&gt;       : Watched Rounders (film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Liverpool won Marseille 2-1 (Stayed up to watch. Managed 2 hours of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;         : Celebrated Luqman's birthday (Bought him Ferragamo cologne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Came home fucking moody and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounders is a really really good movie about Texas Holdem Poker, fans of poker should watch that movie it's really really good. I like Teddy KGB, he's a really good character. Maybe I should put a video of him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaT2pBiS-JI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Luqman's birthday, it was really fun and I enjoyed it. I guess I enjoy all birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the clip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7435969326205063323?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7435969326205063323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7435969326205063323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7435969326205063323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7435969326205063323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='The Mundane Updates'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SNJdnwWcXFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Gj2teVD9zH4/s72-c/Daniel+Agger+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1568393724064860932</id><published>2008-09-15T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:10:24.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SM5su-qbyBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a3gWYbtOaFM/s1600-h/Mascherano+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SM5su-qbyBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a3gWYbtOaFM/s400/Mascherano+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246250170283968530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think poker is the new thing in now, I'm like always playing it. I won like $40000 playing on Farcebook in one sitting, haha, it might've been luck. Yeah and I played on Saturday and won $16 bucks. Which is quite a feat actually considering it's my first time playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Marseille match tommorow and I need to watch it but I don't know cos I'm feeling abit sick, maybe I will and maybe I won't. It all depends on my immunity HAHA. To be honest, I need this year to be over really quickly because it's been really unproductive in terms of academics and I really hate it when that happens. I have had some events, some I totally don't want to be reminded of, some I really want to be reminded of for the rest of my life. I guess that's how life is, with it's ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I wanna do is read and read and read. I might desert my computer life, which isn't really a big deal, but I may. Cos all I wanna do is read. You know that sometimes in life, you wanna say something bad about someone but you just can't? Well, I'm not going through that because I don't have anything bad to say about anyone, because the people I know are all really nice. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss alot of people, and I will always be sad Diana ditched all of us without any notice whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1568393724064860932?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1568393724064860932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1568393724064860932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1568393724064860932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1568393724064860932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/royal-flush.html' title='The Royal Flush'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SM5su-qbyBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a3gWYbtOaFM/s72-c/Mascherano+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-750206900189515144</id><published>2008-09-14T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:02:12.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool 2 - 1 Man You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyX3puz9kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SSMFDRyYgSQ/s1600-h/Keane+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyX3puz9kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SSMFDRyYgSQ/s400/Keane+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245734648330581570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Keane and Berbatov, mates? Nah. Liverpool had possibly the worst start in this match up, conceding a lousy goal. Mascherano was at fault for not tracking Tevez down, if Mascherano had tracked him, it would have been a goal, for sure. But the fans weren't disheartnened by this, singing You'll Never Walk Alone and other Kop chants with the pride of merseyside. Soon after, we were gifted a goal by Wes Brown. I know the sour, sulky, sore mancs will say, oh if not for the own goal, it would have been a draw. If not for Wes Brown bla bla bla. Thing is, Riera was just behind Wes Brown, the goal was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyY_1vQXwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d16MJQEUTCk/s1600-h/Riera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyY_1vQXwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d16MJQEUTCk/s400/Riera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245735888504250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this, it seemed Man You were playing for the draw, but everyone in Anfield knew it was meant to be Liverpool's win. And true enough, Mascherano redeemed himself by dribbling past a few defenders. Although he was taken out, he was followed up by Kuijt who laid off a decent cross to his fellow countrymen, Ryan Babel who slotted it over the defenders head. Liverpool then led from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyamrR_uTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fzZbwt1iVMM/s1600-h/Rafael+Benitez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyamrR_uTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fzZbwt1iVMM/s400/Rafael+Benitez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245737655223695666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuijt had two chances on goal which were saved by Van der Shit. Nevertheless, WE WON! FUCK OFF YOU MANCS, WE WON. FAIR AND SQUARE AFTER 5 SEASONS, WE WON. Yer pieces of shite, garlic breath tossers! After 5 focking years of doing me ead in WE FINALLY DID IT. COME ON YOU REDS, we'll kill them once again at Old Tramp-fort when we have Torres and Gerrard back, PLUS new players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest Kopite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-750206900189515144?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/750206900189515144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=750206900189515144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/750206900189515144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/750206900189515144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/liverpool-2-1-man-you.html' title='Liverpool 2 - 1 Man You'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMyX3puz9kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SSMFDRyYgSQ/s72-c/Keane+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-6098124231559647625</id><published>2008-09-11T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:54:38.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Cat's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMki63fCxbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hRt62R8wM2I/s1600-h/Goodfellas+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMki63fCxbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hRt62R8wM2I/s400/Goodfellas+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244761635771565490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well it was really eventful! Haha not necessarily in a good way but yeah. I don't know I guess it was a good experience, but I definitely won't piss my teachers off anymore because I know it's not nice. Haha, it's okay. I think I won't let me decide my future bread and butter NOW. If you don't understand what I'm talking about ASK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung out with Yi Wei and Shuvod, like usual. Talked alot of cock. Talked talked talked. Yeah well, the normal school day I  mean how interesting can school get? The next time someone says OH MY GOODNESS SCHOOL WAS SUCH A BLAST. I will seriously question if he or she is high on weed. If he is, please donate some to needy children in Africa. One brick of weed can save a child's life in Africa. Please donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well Nadiah is a typical bullshitter, I like talking to her though today was the only day I could cos today is her weekend, yeah it's weird down there. Beats me, why. It just happens when the guvnor says, oh I wanna be unique. I wanna go out with Nazreen really soon to just talk cock and sing song or something but we don't have anyone to bring with us and stuff or something. I really like meeting me friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well then Dinie came over, I guess he's a really cool, sweet guy. Quite outspoken it's cool to meet people like this. Well you know I like having people over at me home I try to be a hospitable host and shit I guess. But I really like the presence of people who are friendly. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go study or read or something, because that's what I live to do, be a slave (not for reading, reading is nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from Russia, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-6098124231559647625?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6098124231559647625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=6098124231559647625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6098124231559647625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6098124231559647625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-cats-song.html' title='Blue Cat&apos;s Song'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMki63fCxbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/hRt62R8wM2I/s72-c/Goodfellas+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5699520152368356327</id><published>2008-09-10T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:29:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The D-Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMfcXuipI5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FfGqpBKZN4w/s1600-h/Ace+Frehley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMfcXuipI5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FfGqpBKZN4w/s400/Ace+Frehley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244402591284667282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as per usual. Felt sick in the morning but after recess (I didn't eat) I felt better. During recess I went to talk to Yi Wei. Cos he's really nice to talk to I guess. Talk to Shuvod too but today he went to play soccer during recess, surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I hate talking about school. I love talking about.. The Sopranos. It's a really good series, if you're patient, then I feel you've found your new love. It's really really good. And like the humour involved in the series is really dry but really funny. Ha, it's about organized crime though, I don't know if many like organized crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this book called Catcher in the Rye, I haven't finished it but I'm supposing it's about a different kind of guy who's about my age. Dorra says he reminds her of me. Well, I've got to find out then. I hope Diana could return soon. I hope Fatin could finish Os now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's pretty much it, I don't wanna stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5699520152368356327?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5699520152368356327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5699520152368356327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5699520152368356327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5699520152368356327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/d-girl.html' title='The D-Girl'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMfcXuipI5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FfGqpBKZN4w/s72-c/Ace+Frehley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3581065413684467136</id><published>2008-09-09T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:28:32.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZ1xdX8IdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sp0E2W5yX-o/s1600-h/Donnie+Darko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZ1xdX8IdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sp0E2W5yX-o/s400/Donnie+Darko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244008308678599122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a documentary about how they made the atomic bomb. I guess it was okay cool I guess. But the aftermath was.. unjust I guess. At least they didn't use it on Nazi Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing my friends alot lately, namely Nadiah and Diana. I wish I could just have no school but still be REALLY smart or something. So I can just take the Os without any school or something. I don't know life with school is really uneventful. I think I wanna go out on saturday but I don't know. I guess I live too in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is Liverpool vs ManU. I'm pretty sure the 'injuries' of Liverpool are just mind games Rafa is playing or something. Yesterday I watched the 2005 UCL final and I swear I was so touched by everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a non-football-ey note, I wanna watch more psychological thrillers. So far the best was Donnie Darko, I really liked it. It was really my type of movie you know, pretty abstract. I suggest to everyone to watch it because it's really really good and like they have really cute quirks. Like, 'Why don't you just go suck a fuck?' 'How exactly do I suck a fuck?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I really loved the bunny from the movie it was really symbolic and.. freaky. I hope Volbeat come up with a new album like really really soon. Ha, just, my mom was telling me about how I used to be such an exemplary son and stuff. How my music was so innocent and stuff, you know, the usual things parents say to their kids. Haha! Well I guess I love my music too much to do any of that but like I guess I'll try to be a good boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that's really been bugging me is the lighting in this house. If somebody agrees with me please tell me. I HATE WHITE LIGHTS. And this house is full of those. I love yellow lights. They give a good ambience to the place. Okay I know it's random but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get Carra's autobiography so badly. It's like titled 18 years of failure, just the title makes me sad. He's such a humble lad, I have so much respect for him. A copy costs 30 dollars on Amazon, I think I'm getting two. One for meself and one for Mengli. If I can! Unless it comes out in Singapore then I guess Amazon would be totally unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to study Social fucking Studies now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gott mit uns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3581065413684467136?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3581065413684467136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3581065413684467136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3581065413684467136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3581065413684467136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-girl.html' title='About a Girl'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZ1xdX8IdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sp0E2W5yX-o/s72-c/Donnie+Darko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4276608887884742729</id><published>2008-09-08T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:03:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybellene I Hofteholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZJ0tPrkYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fPjUXiZgun4/s1600-h/Agger+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZJ0tPrkYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fPjUXiZgun4/s400/Agger+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243959985966911874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't blog yesterday because my damn whole day was busy as hell. Ariff and Khalis and all came over to feast. It was good I guess we had Indian cuisine. Ha, well it happens. I guess it was really really good considering the setting, the food and the mood. I take note of this shit, sorry. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we watched Young and Dangerous which is this Hong Kong organized crime show. I mean by now everyone should know how much I am into organized crime. Talking about organized crime, season 3 of the Sopranos, HERE I COME (again). Ha, it's a fucking good series for the patient type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I guess I'm sorry for not talking to Nadiah, Nazreen or Dorra for the past few days eh. I don't know I just didn't feel myself, to be honest, no matter how bland my holidays were, it felt really good to be away from school. My school is like really filthy. I don't know like it's so humid and drony and whatever the fuck it just breaks my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I'll get back to you all really, I promise. Mengli has been online so I've been talking to her quite a bit! I mean it's not a bad thing I keep in touch with my only staunch liverpool fan friend! Besides Timotty of course. Haha! Nah all my friends are nice. I treasure them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing, Shuvod just found out a very very sneaky secret about blogs. Hahaha, funny. Don't worry I'm sure people do the same thing. Oh and our code word is Blastoise now RIGHT HAHAHAHAHA. I swear I agree with the name Blastoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay folks, GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from the Soviet Union,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4276608887884742729?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4276608887884742729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4276608887884742729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4276608887884742729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4276608887884742729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybellene-i-hofteholder.html' title='Maybellene I Hofteholder'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMZJ0tPrkYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fPjUXiZgun4/s72-c/Agger+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-445447202401396283</id><published>2008-09-07T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:28:10.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul Half-time Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMOepR-0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HrFeTubPeUc/s1600-h/Dudek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMOepR-0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HrFeTubPeUc/s400/Dudek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243208823228097762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AC Milan had just produced a spell-binding 45 minutes of football to leave Liverpool trailing by three goals to nil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All hopes of winning a fifth European Cup had seemingly been extinguished as Carragher and his team-mates walked into the dressing room for Rafa Benitez's half-time team talk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here, in an exclusive extract from Carra: My Autobiography, Carragher talks for the first time about what exactly went on during that mythical 15 minutes and how Benitez's inspirational intervention helped change the course of football history.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;People ask what was going through my mind in those moments before half-time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I walked towards the dressing room, I was suffering from a depressing combination of despondency and humiliation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to lift my head up and glimpse the faces in the crowd, or the banners and red jerseys scattered around the Ataturk.&lt;br /&gt;I looked towards the floor and saw nothing but endless dejection. My dreams had turned to dust.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking about the game any more. My thoughts were with my family and friends. I was so sorry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Daft, seemingly trivial ideas scattered themselves across my mind, such as 'What will everyone at home be saying about this?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The thought of going home a laughing stock disturbed me. It would have felt like the whole city, the whole country, even the whole world was taking the mickey out of us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was a sense of shame to go with my sorrow. The Liverpool fans had taken over the stadium and there was nothing we could do to make amends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I almost began to regret reaching the final. All defeating Juve and Chelsea had achieved, it seemed, was to allow AC Milan to outclass us and possibly secure the greatest ever margin of victory in a European Cup final.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They'd beaten Barcelona and Steaua Bucharest 4-0 in the 1994 and 1989 finals, and now I feared we'd create history for the wrong reasons, at the receiving end of a record defeat, by five or six. Keeping it at 3-0 and at the very least restoring some respectability was all that mattered to me now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing was said by the players as we returned to the dressing room. A mythical 15 minutes in the Liverpool legend was upon us, but it didn't feel that way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The trickiest test in such circumstances is ensuring you don't give up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It would have been easy for us to accept our ambitions were in tatters, that nine months of toil were going to end in catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally we were all over the place, but I knew it wasn't in my nature to accept this fate. No matter how bad it was, we were going to have to face up to our responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was at least one sane head in the room prepared to restore our battered spirits.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In that Ataturk dressing room Rafa Benitez cemented his place in Anfield folklore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My admiration for his handling of the situation is unlimited. Rafa's conduct rarely changed, regardless of the circumstances. His calm demeanour was never required more than now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Privately, he must have felt the same as us. He too couldn't have failed to think about his family, or what the people of Spain would be making of his side's battering.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here he was, still struggling with his English, trying to instruct us to achieve the impossible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Good luck," I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He showed few signs of emotion as he explained his changes, but the speed with which he made a series of tactical switches showed how sharp he still was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First, he told Traore to get into the shower. That was the polite code for telling a player he's being subbed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Djibril Cisse was told he'd be coming on to play on the right side and was already getting kitted out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As Djimi removed his shirt, an argument was brewing between Steve Finnan and our physio Dave Galley. Finnan had damaged a groin and Dave told Rafa he thought he should be subbed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finn was distraught and pleaded to stay on. Rafa wouldn't budge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We've only two subs left because we've already lost Kewell with an injury," he explained. "I can't afford to make two now, and if you stay on I've lost my last sub."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Traore was told to put his kit back on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, as if struck by a moment of clarity, Benitez made an abrupt decision.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Hamann will replace Finnan and we'll play 3-5-2," he explained, displaying an assured conviction in his voice which, temporarily at least, gave me confidence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Pirlo is running the game from midfield, so I want Luis and Stevie to play around him and outnumber them in the middle so he can't pass the ball."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The swiftness of this decision confirmed to me he may have considered this formation earlier. The same set-up had worked in Turin, although that had been a purely defensive strategy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"OK," part of me was thinking, "forty-five minutes too late, but we got there in the end." Given the circumstances, it was still a brave move.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With both Cisse and Hamann now preparing to come on, there was only one problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Rafa, I think we've 12 players out there now."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Djibril would have to wait a while longer for his introduction.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we emerged from our desolate dressing room, I wasn't encouraged by the look of steely determination on the face of Maldini as he led his side back out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There were claims after the match of premature celebrations in the Milan camp at half-time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was upset on their behalf by that pack of lies. Traore gave an interview after the game suggesting the Italians were cocky at 3-0, but I think he was naive in his answers and it was twirled into a fairy story by the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It simply didn't happen. Milan were far too professional for that. There was no way their captain, with all his experience, was going to allow anyone in his dressing room to take victory for granted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing I saw suggested Milan were already popping champagne. I have too much respect for them even to suggest it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Even if they did, privately, believe they had both hands on the cup, who could blame them?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I headed back into the arena, I was sure Milan were going to win, so were the forty thousand Scousers in Istanbul, so why shouldn't they have believed it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could hear "You'll Never Walk Alone" in the distance, and as I exited the tunnel it grew louder. It wasn't the usual version of our anthem, though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are different moments when The Kop summons Gerry Marsden's classic. Before every home game it's a deafening rallying cry, as if to inspire us to perform and frighten our opponents into submission.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we're winning in the closing stages of a huge match, it will be sung again, this time in celebration.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But there are other occasions the words of the song have greater meaning, and at half-time in Istanbul the fans were singing it in sympathy more than belief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was a slow, sad sound to it, almost as if it was being sung as a hymn. The fans were certainly praying on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To me, it was the supporters' way of saying, "We're still proud of what you've done, we're still with you, so don't let your heads drop."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was probably a hint of a warning in there too, as the walk back to my position felt like a guilt trip: "Don't let us down any more than you already have."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our coach Alex Miller's final instructions at half time were for us to "score a goal for those fans".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was the mindset we had. Get one and pride might be restored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story brought me to tears. Extracted from Carragher's autobiography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-445447202401396283?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/445447202401396283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=445447202401396283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/445447202401396283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/445447202401396283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/istanbul-half-time-talk.html' title='Istanbul Half-time Talk'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMOepR-0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HrFeTubPeUc/s72-c/Dudek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-6141548207349083253</id><published>2008-09-05T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:28:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the Mancs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMFPWaWXg2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKuwWdWRS9A/s1600-h/Daniel+Agger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMFPWaWXg2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKuwWdWRS9A/s400/Daniel+Agger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242558687684821858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I still have another Daniel Agger photo. I swear he is my idol. I mean he's been MIA alot so I kind of forgot about my love for him but I swear once he's back I'm printing Agger/5 on my jersey. I mean he's such a ball player and with him Liverpool progress ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Carragher--Skrtel--Agger(!)--Dossena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;-----------Gerrard--Mascherano---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;------------------Keane----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kuijt----------------------------Riera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------Torres---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa Benitez, please read my blog and put this formation. I'm telling you, Skrtel and Agger is the best partnershit EVER. This formation will win us the league. This formation will not fail you! Use this against the mancs and the mancs will DIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less football-ey note, Nadiah just ditched me for food. Ha, okay I'm gonna conspire to get Luqman's birthday present. I just realized my SA is prolly like in 3 weeks or so, and everything is okay I guess except for fucking Humanities! I hate Social Studies I mean who the fuck wants to learn about the guvnor's weird fantasies about Singaporean's having alot of sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have GOT to meet Nadiah the next time she comes. Really, can you just like steal a jet plane?! Okay well I know what we're gonna do you bullshitter. We're gonna bullshit bullshit and bullshit. Then we'll do weed like the one I gave you to buka with. Did you get it?! I hope you did, please share with your whole family and friends please thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry Volbeat. At my wedding Volbeat and Kiss are gonna be playing I swear I swear I swear. Today I did chemistry so most of my day was full of chemistry and shit. And I mean like when you are not able to eat or drink, you can't do anything. I can't play hockey. I can't go out. I can't invite friends over. Practically can't do anything. Oh besides playing hockey on the computer. Which is okay too I guess. But like my team is above the salary cap or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very pensive day I just sat down and thought.. why don't I have nice hair? Want thing I always wanted was hair that I could like touch and feel happy instantly. Yeah I also thought, why aren't I Agger's height?! He's like 189 apparently and I am 173, I think. That's a 16 cm difference, which fucking sucks. I need to start eating Aggers' for breakfast. Okay maybe not.. Skrtels' would suffice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your average Kopite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-6141548207349083253?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6141548207349083253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=6141548207349083253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6141548207349083253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6141548207349083253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/kill-mancs.html' title='Kill the Mancs'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SMFPWaWXg2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nKuwWdWRS9A/s72-c/Daniel+Agger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5863279858597492185</id><published>2008-09-04T11:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:47:21.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Gangsters &amp; Cadillac Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL9ize4DFtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V9iItRORzU8/s1600-h/Daniel+Agger+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL9ize4DFtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V9iItRORzU8/s400/Daniel+Agger+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242017127883544274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well my biological clock is weird. This is what it does to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sleep at 12, I will wake up at 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;If I sleep at 6, I will wake up at 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! Makes sense doesn't it?! Okay well yesterday was okay I guess. I didn't go out with any friends, which is fucking sad. But I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watch Kill Bill&lt;br /&gt;2) Do some work&lt;br /&gt;3) Try to tidy my room (which is a huge task)&lt;br /&gt;4) Break fast, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;5) Plan to buy a TV cabinet for my room.&lt;br /&gt;6) Get Volbeat's new album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill was fucking good. I love Quentin Tarantino movies. And they have this fixation for Katanas. I love Katanas, so much work and detail is put into it's construction. So much tradition and stuff. Which I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the work I did is quite little. But done anyway. I need to do more work, preferably today I will do some fucking Humans, god save me I hate SS. I love history I fucking hate SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the thing about my room is it's relatively big. But we have these HUGE FUCKING cupboards which are like 0.8m X 2m and that leaves us a fair bit of space but I could do without those two mutated demented demons from hell. And like my room is always messed up and I always try to clean it cos I fucking hate mess. But it ends up messy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about fasting is it's hard, but the reward is good. Like everyday we have this huge feast with like at least two dishes. And then we have desert and loads of junk. And like coming from a relatively huge family it's fun bonding during break fast and shit so yeah. I like fasting. On Saturday apparently there's a mega huge feast some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well remember how I said my room was messy? Well yeah we have this like chest we put our TV on and it's a fucking ANCIENT chest and the thing is right, it's fucking ugly, but we have no choice. But it's okay Luqman found this nice 300 dollar cabinet. Oh but who is gonna buy it according to him? The innocent 15 year old brother. Reliable eh. HAHAHA nevermind he's still my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL9jMForP2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/S4njEt3uuvo/s1600-h/Guitar+Gangsters+%26+Cadillac+Blood+album+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL9jMForP2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/S4njEt3uuvo/s320/Guitar+Gangsters+%26+Cadillac+Blood+album+art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242017550604910434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLBEAT! Volbeat's new album is gooooooood. I haven't really gotten the hang of it but I CAN listen to it and that's a good thing because I can't usually listen to new music that easily. Right now I love like 4 songs on first listen and that's really good. But I wouldn't say this album is better than Rock the Rebel // Metal the Devil because the previous album ROCKED LIKE FUCK! Three cheers for the devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are like me are nowhere to be found in Singapore, fuckkk. I should probably just remain single forever right. To be honest all I want in life is.. Liverpool. Hahaha, mainly. If I had 5 billion dollars I'll buy Liverpool. Okay I need my friends too I guess. EVERYone is MIA-ing, I can't stand it. Fatin is sad, that is sad. People, just be happy really. If you can't, I'll give you my X, first hit's free. Then if not I'll give you some Peyote or ganja. Since I grow copious amounts of ganga in my backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Russia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool girl with short JET BLACK hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5863279858597492185?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5863279858597492185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5863279858597492185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5863279858597492185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5863279858597492185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/guitar-gangsters-cadillac-blood_04.html' title='Guitar Gangsters &amp; Cadillac Blood'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL9ize4DFtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V9iItRORzU8/s72-c/Daniel+Agger+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-9179621840656749668</id><published>2008-09-03T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:31:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stomach Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL5ZUaM5bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aqpFM93z0FE/s1600-h/Die+Krupps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL5ZUaM5bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aqpFM93z0FE/s400/Die+Krupps.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241725223471508626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well today's another day. I'm guessing it is and I'm not dead, because I see my maid. I don't expect to see my maid in the afterlife, because she's my maid. And there's no labour in the afterlife. So I'm still alive. Can you imagine if I'm dead? Would you pricks be happy?! HAHAHA, well I'm joking. I love everyone, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another day where I slept for 16 hours. Isn't that great? Haha yesterday Akmal came over and me and Luqman were talking to him for like a long time, I only slept at like 1 or 2. Yeah well I always have weird dreams which I shall NOT talk about here. Anyway, I have been trying to not go out. Since like I'm fasting and I have to do A Maths. HAHAHAHA. Oh well. And Humans, FUCK I suck at Humans. Sometimes I feel I don't hate Humans, I just hate the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, anybody else who reads this and has a massive hatred for him, WELL YES! Okay well I love everyone. HAHA, I try. Okay well Khalis and Fatin are SUPPOSED to come over on Friday, I hope they do, they ALWAYS cancel on me. I wanted like Shuvod and Yi Wei to come over too but I realized that I'm fasting HA HA HA HA. If you read this, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday I watched Lock, Stock &amp; Two Smoking Barrels, god it's funny as fuck! I'm watching Kill Bill today, whoever wants to watch just come over, and we can watch together, HAHAHA. Yes well, Jia Ning is spoiling me over Artemis Fowl now, I wanna listen. BYE LOVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Russia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-9179621840656749668?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/9179621840656749668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=9179621840656749668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/9179621840656749668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/9179621840656749668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/stomach-speaks.html' title='The Stomach Speaks'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SL5ZUaM5bJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aqpFM93z0FE/s72-c/Die+Krupps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4917974029090718763</id><published>2008-09-01T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:24:12.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Escape: Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLu0rDkiotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IpUeUjwSmWM/s1600-h/Tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLu0rDkiotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IpUeUjwSmWM/s400/Tony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240981243161649874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well today is the first day I'm fasting. Yesterday was the match against Aston Villa and fuck, we played like shit. Torres and Gerrard not there, it seemed like as if Keane and Mascherano were the ones we were depending on and EVEN then, they played too deep and we weren't progressing. I mean Rafa, you wanna play some idiot French youngster who is BOUMSONG'S cousin upfront ALONE? You're weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well so we drew and that's fucking bad. Still top of the table though, with Chelsea. Yup okay fuck that. Okay so today I'm fasting. And to people who don't fast, it might come as a surprise but I think we're so fucking used to this that even if like the best food from the hottest woman were in front of us, we won't be hungry? I don't know. Okay well now I'm just thinking about the hot female cooks on Discovery Travel and Living. I only know like one but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 today. I slept after the match which ended at 1. That means.. 15 hours of sleep. Still doesn't beat my 17 hours of sleep but 15 hours is still long. Haha, well at least I didn't have to live life as a schnook going to school at 630 and feeling hungry in class, HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I miss certain aspects of school I guess. It's just that school's a fucking hassle I can't be bothered. Oh yes and went I went for BayBeats on Friday I saw my malay teacher. But it was bad enough that I was wearing all black. I didn't realize all the emo screamo shitz that were gonna be around. So technically I looked like one of them. Except I hate emo music cos it makes me sad. I LOVE METAL. Cos it makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay friends, please do something to make me happy today, since I don't have food and I don't have my customary, usual whore fucking me today. Okay? WHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of angst,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: TRY GOOGLE-ING MANICOTT SO MANY SOPRANOS PICTURES COME OUT HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4917974029090718763?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4917974029090718763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4917974029090718763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4917974029090718763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4917974029090718763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-escape-life.html' title='Last Escape: Life'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLu0rDkiotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IpUeUjwSmWM/s72-c/Tony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8927138217852375079</id><published>2008-08-31T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:22:05.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlzisOD6aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PL85RMsCD6g/s1600-h/Selma+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlzisOD6aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PL85RMsCD6g/s400/Selma+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346681245165986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN, NADIAH! I know you secretly want me to excessively pour my heart out for you on your birthday, well GUESS WHAT. Okay! Okay well I don't know if pour your heart out is the phrase but.. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg (I know it irritates you but you being irritated makes me happy) HAHA, well okay do you remember when we were like primary 5. And you were like, hello Lutfan do you know who I am, I think people in your class know who I am. Then I was like HUH who are youuuuu?! But then we eventually got along well and stuff and I hate reminiscing, but this seems appropriate. Yeah then a year after that we all did that horrid piece of shit PSLE (Piece of Shit Like Exams) and guess what, SHE BEAT ME. Then she went to SCGS and then had to move. I swear if you didn't move I think I would go out with you every week. Cos I like going out with my friends every week. But you're in some obscure country drinking boooooooze everyday and fucking arab guys, not thinking about me :( well, at least you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like after 15 years of living, we're still friends! Haha, cheers. I'm very happy you lived for 15 years. Like I know I died at 11 years. But then I still talk to you because whilst my soul was on it's way to the other world, it decided to come back and possess my body to talk to you again an again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're so lucky you're having a good birthday, because not everyone does! And I wanna get you something but you're in Saudi and that's hard. Maybe if I do I'll Fed-ex it to you but it will arrive sometime in December because Saudi is on a different planet. Haha, well okay, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this post is bullshit then well, CONGRATULATIONS, because we're both bullshitters and I love talking to you. Hahaha, HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From love with Russia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8927138217852375079?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8927138217852375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8927138217852375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8927138217852375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8927138217852375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-is-fifteen.html' title='She is Fifteen!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlzisOD6aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PL85RMsCD6g/s72-c/Selma+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-731404474338358542</id><published>2008-08-30T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:28:25.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fatigue Wears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlm_X8N9YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/onf4Y5-UE2I/s1600-h/Skrtel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlm_X8N9YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/onf4Y5-UE2I/s400/Skrtel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240332880366663042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIAH KHALIL! I SMSED YOU AT 1 AM SAUDI TIME. SORRY COS I SET MY ALARM AT 5 BUT WOKE UP AT 6, THE WORLD AND LIFE IS UNFAIR, WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Baybeats yesterday. I met Desmond and well, his friend there. Then, he used me as a photo boy. I hate you man. Please don't hurt me anymore, my heart is broken into a million pieces! Haha, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I only watched two bands yesterday, like some fucking PeekShow and FORCE VOMIT! Force Vomit was awesome, damn hyped up and up beat. The crowed was overpopulated by mats though. Mats who kept fainting due to all their moshing and crowd surfing or something. The other band was pants, not worth talking about. Oh, I saw my malay teacher at the first show, but she was like with her boyfriend or something so I didn't go up to her, just said HELLOOOOOOOOO (not exactly), from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well then afterwards I went to Simpang Bedok to eat and stuff and then like it was 11 but it felt like fucking 2. So I was like sleepy already, and I was like FUCK! how am I gonna stay awake till 5 to SMS Nadiah?! But in the end I tried to alarm myself to wake up anyway. Yeah then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slept for 13 hours. 13 hours is not so bad, once, I slept for 17 hours. But it was good overall, my dreams were good. And mind you I don't ever have erotic dreams, just weird ones. But the weird ones are cool though, they give me a sense of.. whatever the fuck. You don't have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna upload photos of yesterday because I'm a secretive, low profile person. YOU WILL NEVER SEE MY FACE BECAUSE I LIVE IN COMMUNIST SOVIET UNION. HA! Go suck a fuck, stalkers. I wanna wanna watch Donnie Darko again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah had a good birthday and I feel fucking happy for her, and jealous, cos I'm not a girl and like guys don't give a shit to do nice things for other guys on their birthdays cos utlimately, we are all douche silos. But Nadiah had a good birthday, and I'm really really happy for her because her happiness, is my happiness. And her pain, is my happiness, but I don't tell her because wait she will cut herself to make me happy :) then if she dies, I will be sad because there's no more happiness. So it's paradoxical, but I'd rather not think about it. Point is, she's happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, sleepy. I wanna talk to Nadiah and Nazreen and like other people, but I'm so fucking sleepy, I could fucking pay someone to keep my eyes open. OH and I watched Momento today, it was good. I love psychological thrillers. Okay, Nadiah better not kill me her window is blinking and I'm not doing anything about it. I'm coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From U.S.S.R. with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir Suckmeov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-731404474338358542?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/731404474338358542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=731404474338358542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/731404474338358542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/731404474338358542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/fatigue-wears.html' title='The Fatigue Wears'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLlm_X8N9YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/onf4Y5-UE2I/s72-c/Skrtel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1756507756719498969</id><published>2008-08-28T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:22:16.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary Cunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLbCoKJYatI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bJvQVjHZpRI/s1600-h/Domi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLbCoKJYatI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bJvQVjHZpRI/s400/Domi.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239589211666410194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to Nadiah Khalil's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I napped in the evening and woke up but I'm still so fucking sleepy. But at least I got the cologne I wanted thanks Shafia and Mother. Hahaha, you all know how much I love scents. Okay fuck, Diana is back to her normal self and to be honest, I'm very very very very very^infinity happy for her. Welcome back, Diana! May I talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions League draw is in 50 minutes, I hope Liverpool get good opponents. Fucking righteous football channel didn't telecast the match, those fuckers. I woke up for nothing. Well anyway, Liverpool won 1-0. And honestly, I'm disappointed that we are THAT inefficient. Mengli's MIA, where are youuuu, Mengli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go, I haven't bathed. Another thing, there's one ultimate cunt in school I want to never ever see again. And mind you, it's not a student. It's inhumane. Very unjust and unfair, favouritist fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my sincere love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The picture with the Rainbow, Nadiah Khalil chose! And I know it's gay, but she wanted it. Ha, ha, ha, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1756507756719498969?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1756507756719498969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1756507756719498969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1756507756719498969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1756507756719498969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/revolutionary-cunts.html' title='Revolutionary Cunts'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLbCoKJYatI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bJvQVjHZpRI/s72-c/Domi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-487188327845011475</id><published>2008-08-26T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:56:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilty Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLQLc6w4WEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LNpi-xa5ZXg/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLQLc6w4WEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LNpi-xa5ZXg/s400/Rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238824857977247810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what's mine is mine. Ho ho ho, everyone's so sad and shit. Like Diana is sad, and I can't do anything about it but just wait for her to be okay. God fuck, I just want this week to be over, then we all can just sit and look at our asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a tattoo on my ass that said Punk Rock. Okay actually that's rumoured to be what Till Lindemann has on his ass and I want that too. So like when I have sex my partner can just look at my ass and wonder what the fuck I mean. And be confused then I can savour the moment to laugh at her. Obviously, I'm not that mean I'll probably just get something that won't confuse people. Like.. hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is our UCL qualifier. Sad thing I've not seen Mengli online often, I wanna wanna talk about Liverpool alot alot alot because whenever I talk about Liverpool I'm in another world altogether. Haha, I hope to watch the match tomorrow, it's at 3 am, I guess I will watch it with Mengli. As in together. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fucking swear Cold Spray doesn't make me high it just makes me fucking sleepy. Like talk about inhalant abuse? This cold spray thing is the thing you spray on your muscles so you don't have cramps? Yeah well inhaling it just makes me fucking sleepy, not high. The only thing that can make me high is Nadiah's bullshitting. HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay babes, I wanna go sleep then dream that I'm running around a field. Then wake up sweating like fuck then realize it's fucking stupid cos I wasn't actually running around? Ha, it happens you readers don't lie I know you dirty shitters have done things like this before, HAHAHA it happens, don't worry. Like I know that I have the tendency to air drum while I'm sleeping cos I'm dreaming I'm drumming. HA, an insight, you lucky bastards. OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-487188327845011475?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/487188327845011475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=487188327845011475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/487188327845011475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/487188327845011475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/guilty-conscience.html' title='The Guilty Conscience'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLQLc6w4WEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LNpi-xa5ZXg/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3760174848062392620</id><published>2008-08-25T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:28:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Wanders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKlTat94rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t7wJ2mapioc/s1600-h/Goodfellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKlTat94rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t7wJ2mapioc/s400/Goodfellas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238431069593526962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what my preferred sport really is. I guess I really like contact sports. Ha, well maybe I'm just not meant to find out. I don't know, I guess I'm wondering because today I played floorball. And it was fun. Hahahaha, I got my results back, well most of them. What I would say is I guess there's room for improvement, I guess my results are okay! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't realized all my close friends are getting a little sad, which saddens me. I wish everyone was just happy and alive and enthusiastic. Maybe this is why they give us drugs. Hahaha talking about drugs, today there was like some talk about drugs in school and they talked about all these oh whatever the fuck don't do this don't do that bullshit and you know what annoyed me the most? They left out cocaine. I'm like, hello, isn't cocaine a drug?! Okay since it's not here, can I abuse it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha well, I guess Mondays are always full of shit. It's not a bad thing but it's not as fun as Fridays and Saturdays. Fridays when I like go out with Shafia and Luqman and whoever else is free, Saturday being matchday! Haha, well I guess I just love Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love is drumming. So far I've perfected my Reise, Reise and Mein Herz Brennt and Stirb Nicht vor Mir and Beautiful Ones and She. I'm gonna start learning Keine Lust and of course, Blackened. It was a bet between me and Luqman, if I can play Blackened, he'll give me 200 dollars. Ho ho ho ho. OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine, please be happy and shit sunflowers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3760174848062392620?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3760174848062392620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3760174848062392620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3760174848062392620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3760174848062392620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-wanders.html' title='The Mind Wanders'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKlTat94rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t7wJ2mapioc/s72-c/Goodfellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4716825011771694093</id><published>2008-08-25T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:10:43.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKhOU4IKuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bJhVHhg1o_Y/s1600-h/White+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKhOU4IKuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bJhVHhg1o_Y/s400/White+Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238426584079674082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be sad, these things happen. I've not seen you sad in a very long time and to see you sad now makes me sad. We all go through shit once in a while and to be honest, I know you'll make through it. Just give it time and all will ease. Hahaha, I'm here for you and you know that. Take care of your heart. I like seeing you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4716825011771694093?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4716825011771694093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4716825011771694093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4716825011771694093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4716825011771694093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/blood-relations.html' title='The Blood Relations'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLKhOU4IKuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bJhVHhg1o_Y/s72-c/White+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2074990073368086096</id><published>2008-08-24T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:52:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog man Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLFZWhp1GSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gs9XfL3F6so/s1600-h/Keane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLFZWhp1GSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gs9XfL3F6so/s400/Keane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238066085134407970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days to Nadiah Khalil's birthday! Happy birthday in advance, bullshitter! Go make your blog, and I will have more blogs to read up! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well dear Dorra is not feeling tip top, aww don't be sad! I wish you were happy and I wish that you forever were as enthusiastic as rainbows. Haha! Don't be sad, it's not worth it. Life's too short for that crap! In life, you and I should just bloody smoke weed and listen to our own unique music maaaaaaaan. Be happy, dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I try to make my friends happy. I try, omg you know I'm fucking reminiscing. Listening to Volbeat. It reminds me of last year in December. It kind of makes me sad, but I guess in life we go through shit. Sometimes we don't know when things disguise themselves as shit. But they just do, because the whole world is a sewer full of cunning, conniving cunts! But we just live with it, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha just now I chat with Farah. I guess she's okay, she's still bubbly I guess. She's always been bubbly, why why why do people always leave why why why. Just like Nadiah, why why why. Huh. Anyway, you two better create your blog quick, then I can create affiliations with you two. HAHAHA, well not like as if I don't already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more staunch Liverpool fan friends. Like so far, I only have two STAUNCH ones, not staunch. They are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mengli!&lt;br /&gt;2) Timottyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha it's fun talking to these people about Liverpool. Can talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk for 7 hours talk for 9 hours about Liverpool and still not get bored. You know why, because Liverpool is what our lives revolve around. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be radical. I wanna be awake. The fucking medicine makes me sleepy as fuck! Hahaha, okay I wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Nacht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2074990073368086096?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2074990073368086096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2074990073368086096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2074990073368086096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2074990073368086096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-man-star_24.html' title='Dog man Star!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLFZWhp1GSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gs9XfL3F6so/s72-c/Keane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5892357746569509950</id><published>2008-08-24T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:11:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchday Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLA2wRlMZWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/itrVEpI29eM/s1600-h/Torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLA2wRlMZWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/itrVEpI29eM/s400/Torres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746569612911970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS SIMPLY ORGASMIC, NO I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SEX WITH SARAH JESSICA PARKER! BUT LIVERPOOL VS MIDDLESBROUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly, Mido scored this goal although Liverpool had been dominating. And I was like fuck, not again. Then out of nowhere Carra popped a shot, which went in! I was ecstatic after that, orgasmic even. Oh my god, Carragher, I'm gonna name my son after you. Congratulations, 5 goals in about 500 games! You are a true player :) I love you, please donate some of your sperm to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, in the 94th minute, Alonso pops a ball into the 6 yard area, Keane lays it off for Gerrard and, YES, Guess it! He half volleys it and it lands in the top corner! I swear me and my bro were shouting like hell, it was simply the happiest day of my current life. In my next, I will have gay marriage with Jamie Carragher and affair with Steven Gerrard. But for now, it's 6 points in the bag for Liverpool F.C.! I love you, please marry me in afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Carragher and Gerrard, if I were queen of England, I knight you two GBE. I love you two, I will die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen of England (God save me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5892357746569509950?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5892357746569509950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5892357746569509950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5892357746569509950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5892357746569509950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/matchday-two.html' title='Matchday Two!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SLA2wRlMZWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/itrVEpI29eM/s72-c/Torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3306825996343243345</id><published>2008-08-23T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:49:43.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fünf Millionen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK_5NaRlR0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5KbcfMQKllA/s1600-h/Mascherano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK_5NaRlR0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5KbcfMQKllA/s400/Mascherano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237678900441859906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm pissed cos my maid didn't cook anything interesting, AGAIN. And then when I ask her to fry me some egg or something, WHICH IS RELATIVELY easy right!, she says no, you eat so many eggs. I mean it's my life, if I wanna swim in cholesterol give me the fucking option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well on a lighter note, Mengli came back from HK! That means now I have my only other staunch Kopite friend to talk to again, yay! Hahaha which reminds me today is Liverpool vs Middlesbrough, time for Keane and Torres to shine! Haha, don't forget to watch Mengli! We shall forever be by Liverpool's side, because Liverpool has always been beside ours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yesterday my muscles started to ache like fuck, I swear today I couldn't even move when I woke up. I couldn't even go down the fucking stairs to eat me lunch. Okay well I did eventually go down, and guess what? FOOD I DON'T LIKE! Ha, so well my mom bought me those spray on stuff (thanks, Mengli for the tip!) and surprisingly, it is effective! Like I can walk. Except like when I spray my thighs I feel burning in my balls, but who cares. And I mean of course it's effective I just didn't expect it to kick in so fast. Hahaha maybe it's just a Placebo, well who gives a fuck, it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay Mascherano won gold! I'm so damn proud of him, he's a god. You know I always feel like Liverpool is religion. Since I follow her religiously. Like I wake up for matches which are at 3 am in the morning, despite there being school like 2 hours after that! I've never strayed to other clubs. I love Liverpool, Liverpool has never ever let me down, even if we lose. I know we're the only club that doesn't cheat and dive. Fuck the others, I love Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About love, Love needs more substance nowadays. People should have more soul, more commitment. Anything without that cannot be considered love. Okay well I see Diana's window flashing, but I'm not responding cos I'm blogging! And like she's gonna sue me for telling her Lieblich is darling. When it actually means lovely. But I use lovely as a noun what! Talk cock only, that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna be a good Kopite and worship the Gaffer now, from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth (Be happy, cugine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3306825996343243345?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3306825996343243345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3306825996343243345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3306825996343243345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3306825996343243345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/fnf-millionen.html' title='Fünf Millionen!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK_5NaRlR0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/5KbcfMQKllA/s72-c/Mascherano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4017557742569658249</id><published>2008-08-21T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:28:08.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK1fPsUbnsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IiRWXINxnXw/s1600-h/Ovechkin!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK1fPsUbnsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IiRWXINxnXw/s400/Ovechkin!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236946664901287618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Desmond, Storm Large is in Singapore! She bloody sang Anything, Anything on Rockstar, and sang it well. God I love that song it just makes me happy. I don't know I kind of feel like I disappointed myself. I will get over it though. Oh yes, Haha, I just thought about something that would make me happy. Okay well it was my results that was worrying me. But it's generally okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to like Dorra or Nazreen in two days. Well that's sad, I think I shall talk to them. I don't know, they somehow make me feel less empty. Today I found out that my tongue is fucking sensitive to everything. Sour stuff, and spicy stuff. Like I finally plucked courage to eat the stuff Luqman always wanted me to eat, and FUCK it was hot. I swear I was tearing. Okay apparently THAT's not even hot as compared to some other thing they tested on 'I didn't know that'. Some brits just have so much time, and still earn money from it. This is what a capitalist society does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna get KMFDM's other album. I don't know I think it's Angst. But it has like A Drug Against War in it and I guess I really like that song. Hahaha, today I saw Diana on webcam, but little girl had to talk on the phone with her friend, awww. Truth is your face looks longer on webcam. Grr, you know what, I want you to come over NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored today so I trimmed parts of my hair. Well it doesn't feel as bad as last time. I guess if Mdm Nabilah cut my hair ugly enough I'd shave it all off. Because she's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; I think she's very capable of that. Alright, sciences, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T FAIL ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for DrumFest. Maybe my mom will buy me tickets but I really don't want to push her cos I'm a good, filial son HOHO, yeah then I'm scared that if I ask her she'll be upset cos I don't know the value of the dollar that kind of stuff. Oh well, it's all for the better, so I'll just listen. Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A GOOD BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Russia with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4017557742569658249?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4017557742569658249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4017557742569658249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4017557742569658249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4017557742569658249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruel-intentions.html' title='The Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SK1fPsUbnsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IiRWXINxnXw/s72-c/Ovechkin!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2810366174284950218</id><published>2008-08-20T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:34:30.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Platinum Spires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKwBLOehzeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P1KjMax9jPU/s1600-h/Melfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKwBLOehzeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P1KjMax9jPU/s400/Melfi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236561759101373922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha guess what! I got me computer back. That means I got all my music back. With my music back, I am like happier. Cos music is my life and my music helps me take out my anger and whatever the fuck. Depends really. Like when I listen to Mein Herz Brennt I feel like crying, though it's a really hard song. When I listen to New Generation I feel like I'm in love. When I listen to Reise, Reise I wanna fuck everything and EVERY THING IN MY PATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hahaha just now I was drumming. But this time I did through the amplifier cos I left my headphones in my brother's car. Yeah well I was playing and just simple jamming. Like just playing to the grooves in my innovative mind HAHAHA. Yeah anyway, when I went down my father was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lutfan, was that you who was drumming?" Then I was like oh no shit I'm sure he knows now that I bought an amplifier without his consent. HAHA, but instead he was like, why are you so good? I thought it was Luqman playing. Oh I get it, it was a recording. I'm like NO, FUCK, it was me! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well Mdm Nabilah has a knack for always wanting to cut my hair in class. Well the thing is I'm fucking ticklish and she's an unskilled barber. So I giggle like a fucking girl when she cuts my hair. Oh well, if it makes her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels neater now. Jamie, (that's my cat, named after the Greatest Jamie Carragher) found a new sleeping spot. Which is like in the TV room in front of the TV and he camouflages so well into the couch I always don't see him until I sit down. But he never wakes up cos he's a fucking heavy sleeper. Just like me. WWIII can come and go and I would still think it's a dream. Well, at least Germany won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it Russia. Hmm hard to tell, considering it's fucking hypothetical. Alright, my maid didn't cook what I wanted today and she thinks now that she didn't listen to me I'm like fucking livid, but actually I'm not. I just don't wanna eat whatever the fuck else she cooked. But I'll eat anyway, cos I think of the foodless in Africa. You know the ones with fucking kwashiokor and with like bones sticking out of their malnutritioned bodies. Yeah that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes talking about that, I fucking lost weight. This on the contrary, is a fucking bad thing. Cos with my weight, I have more mass (okay if Mr Liang reads this I think he will fail my physics) and with more mass, I can kill more people when I hip check them, or slide them, or rugby tackle them. BUT, I fucking lost 5 kg so now I'm like 67? Who the fuck on earth is 67? Like what the fuck it's not even a substantial value. Gilded cunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine now I'm gonna eat what my maid cooked. Cos I can feel my tummy rumbling like Till Lindemann's voice on a Marshall Amplifier. Oooh, fuck that's sexy. Not as sexy as.. LORRAINE BRACCO. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and just now I was watching synchronised swimming. I know it's gay but the ladies are so fucking good. They can fucking do all that, and I can't thread water. Yes, Luqman laugh. Yes, world laugh. But at least I can skate! NYAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, cyborgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail Seth (HAPPY, DIANA?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2810366174284950218?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2810366174284950218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2810366174284950218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2810366174284950218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2810366174284950218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/platinum-spires.html' title='The Platinum Spires'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKwBLOehzeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P1KjMax9jPU/s72-c/Melfi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-6191883054552915463</id><published>2008-08-19T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:04:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKqBV56uNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xxIRqPeNLZ8/s1600-h/Pikey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKqBV56uNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xxIRqPeNLZ8/s400/Pikey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236139730095978034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have effectively just ended my CAs. HA, in your face, studies. Well, okay it seems that Mdm Nabilah finds it fun to make it a ritual to let the whole class cut my hair. Hahahaha, well if it makes her happy. Well, yes, and Shuvod cut a whole chunk. Well, if it makes him happy. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to come over on a normal day you'd see me in my robe listening to loud music. Probably headbanging. You know why? Because I like. Headbanging is so calming, I just can't stand it. I think I'm getting back my english results tomorrow, well fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that in your trousers?&lt;br /&gt;It's me belt, Turkish&lt;br /&gt;There's a gun hanging in your trousers.&lt;br /&gt;It's for protection.&lt;br /&gt;Protection from what? Zee Germans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Snatch. What an awesome show. Okay well I think it's time I get new shoes. I also really want to go skating with Syakir and Nazreen. Okay, we'll have to see how that goes, alright. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen, be happy. Things don't always go the way we want them to. This kind of things happen and we eventually get over them. Be patient :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO, I am father christmas. Without the beard and the beer belly! Say hello to a free Lutfan Mikail, I'm free as a flightless bird. But they can't fly. At least they still can run about aimlessly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-6191883054552915463?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6191883054552915463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=6191883054552915463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6191883054552915463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6191883054552915463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-i-have-effectively-just-ended-my.html' title='The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKqBV56uNjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xxIRqPeNLZ8/s72-c/Pikey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5018346737320522317</id><published>2008-08-18T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:34:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take drugs just to find you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKlrFSA2hHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v6egKoyNwvY/s1600-h/Les.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKlrFSA2hHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v6egKoyNwvY/s400/Les.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235833780273841266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to feel how it feels to have no sensation or movement in your limbs, a FUCKING throbbing headache and at the same time, feel dizzy? Sprint 800 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. Tomorrow is Bio. Now, little children. I'm the voice from your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Rammstein's new album. 30th November come now. I have decided that I am once again in love with Rammstein. Their hardness and ability to make me headbang makes me love them so much. Dear Rammstein, please come to Singapore and sodomize each other here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday is Liverpool vs M'boro. It's time for Liverpool's Keane to shine in front of the Kop. We've got a song for you, Robbie! Fatin, please cheer up. It sucks having you all mezzo-mort. It's not good being stressed. It won't help you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yesterday were Marissa &amp; Shaakir Mir's birthdays I think. Happy birthday you two twins, may you two prosper in life. And hopefully you two had a smashing birthday! All the best in your future endeavours. Take care, don't worry, be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has too many babies. Maybe it's because people like having sex in December before their children go back to school. Parents, please have some variety. November is good too! Or October. October was when I was conceived. Probably around Shafia's birthday. Haha oops, Shafia, I guess I was your birthday present from our parents when you were 6. When you were young. You barely even looked like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My heart still ponders,&lt;br /&gt;and my head in daze.&lt;br /&gt;My soul still wonders,&lt;br /&gt;why I love that gaze."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5018346737320522317?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5018346737320522317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5018346737320522317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5018346737320522317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5018346737320522317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-want-to-feel-how-it-feels-to.html' title='I take drugs just to find you'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKlrFSA2hHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v6egKoyNwvY/s72-c/Les.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-945013474213974203</id><published>2008-08-17T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:25:34.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a weird thing to show you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKfEGgWspPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vQ_IKs0fjgY/s1600-h/White+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKfEGgWspPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vQ_IKs0fjgY/s400/White+Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235368707884885234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an eventful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to fetch me puck&lt;br /&gt;2) Gathering&lt;br /&gt;3) Sunderland vs Liverpool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to Kallang and did stuff. It was really fun. Haha well at least I had fun, I wanna do it again and again. I wish I fucking had a helicopter and like go anywhere whenever the fuck I want in like 5 minutes. Then ice skating wouldn't be so hassle-ous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then there was the gathering. It was like any other gathering of ours. Lots of food lots of people. Lots of cake lots of noise. Haha, but Khalis &amp; I &amp; like maybe Fatin and Ilyas did the usual. Nothing. But that's the spirit right! Doing nothing TOGETHER, is bonding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Liverpool won Sunderland, LIVERPOOL LIVERPOOOOOOOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His armband proved he was a red,&lt;br /&gt;Torres Torres!&lt;br /&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone it said, &lt;br /&gt;Torres Torres!&lt;br /&gt;We bought the lad from sunny Spain&lt;br /&gt;He gets the ball he scores again, &lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO TORRES LIVERPOOL'S NUMBER NINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he scored a fucking spectacular goal. Torres, please give me your sperm so my children can become good in soccer and Kop gods! Haha! Well long awaited start of season didn't disappoint, god I'm so happy now every weekend night I've got something to do. I can't wait for next week, it might be the gathering of Kopites! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is Diana &amp; I's 15 points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2) Movies&lt;br /&gt;3) Card &amp; Board Games&lt;br /&gt;4) Pranks&lt;br /&gt;5) Sushi&lt;br /&gt;6) Shopping&lt;br /&gt;7) Ice Skating&lt;br /&gt;8) Gossiping&lt;br /&gt;9) Sleeping over&lt;br /&gt;10) Late night walks&lt;br /&gt;11) Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;12) Illegal Squash&lt;br /&gt;13) Bowling&lt;br /&gt;14) Beach&lt;br /&gt;15) Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Diana, I wrote it down. Please come down quick, we shall have fun together with the rest. Have fun fun fucking alot of fun and get lost in our own happiness and not worry about other shit and be psychedelic psychedelic psychede..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my name is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-945013474213974203?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/945013474213974203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=945013474213974203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/945013474213974203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/945013474213974203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-weird-thing-to-show-you.html' title='I&apos;ve got a weird thing to show you'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKfEGgWspPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vQ_IKs0fjgY/s72-c/White+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3213051569335002058</id><published>2008-08-16T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:22:31.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wollt Ihr das Bett in Flammen Sehen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKWtQpgJgKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/25Wn8lDx1NE/s1600-h/KMFDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKWtQpgJgKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/25Wn8lDx1NE/s400/KMFDM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234780643418276002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this is fucking hilarious. On liverpoolfc.tv there was a poll titled 'Who do you think is most likely to get relegated this season?' and these are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hull - 277 votes&lt;br /&gt;2. Stoke - 178 votes&lt;br /&gt;3. Manchester United - 146 votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA it made me laugh. Yeah well. Today was the usual Friday time with me siblings. We ordered Italian food! (HAHA) not cappicola and like manicott or whatever HAHAHA. Yeah anyway then we played our games. I wish we had pictures but we didn't take any, awww. Hahaha well, well. It was fun. I won't say who lost or won. But note (to Shafia and Shafaa): LEARN POKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I won 3000 chips yesterday playing poker. I hope I don't become a degenerate-fucking-gambler like Eric Scatino's dad. Okay, none of you would know. Well anyway, I have a busy day tomorrow! I hope it goes well, pray for me my young padawans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wanna wash my face. I wanna wanna my face to be squeaky clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love KMFDM. I love Die Krupps. God, bring them to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan Mikail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3213051569335002058?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3213051569335002058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3213051569335002058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3213051569335002058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3213051569335002058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/wollt-ihr-das-bett-in-flammen-sehen.html' title='Wollt Ihr das Bett in Flammen Sehen?'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKWtQpgJgKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/25Wn8lDx1NE/s72-c/KMFDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8209734204914851213</id><published>2008-08-15T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:35:32.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Milf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKVp_beGkUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qOiUVlzHQ6Y/s1600-h/Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKVp_beGkUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qOiUVlzHQ6Y/s400/Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234706680314761538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I rememebr the time when my brother wore a Got Milf? shirt and my dad innocently asked, Luqman, what's Milf? Hahahahahaha! But my brother wittingly said Moro Islamic Liberation Front. So he got saved. And my dad was okay with that shirt from that day. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my CA week is virtually over, except I've got Bio on tuesday. Which is okay, considering it is Bio. Haha, I might have forgotten my SI units for Physics, so fuck! Hahaha but I like Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go out today with Fatin and Khalis but those two CANCELED ON ME. Okay, not much. More of postponed it to tomorrow. Well, fuck it. Ha! One thing you shouldn't do is skate after you just woken up. For balance is affected like fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm really confused about what's going on. But I know I really did not do anything. Or did I? Hahaha, life's unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What occurred just went,&lt;br /&gt;Shell shocked I was.&lt;br /&gt;Train of thought bent,&lt;br /&gt;The trust in you I lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8209734204914851213?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8209734204914851213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8209734204914851213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8209734204914851213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8209734204914851213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-milf.html' title='Got Milf?'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKVp_beGkUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qOiUVlzHQ6Y/s72-c/Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7230035307636471134</id><published>2008-08-14T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:45:23.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Common Uniques</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKRDpO14L4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BHnCLn9Ylm4/s1600-h/Apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKRDpO14L4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BHnCLn9Ylm4/s400/Apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234383042549133186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay apparently in the common society, there is such thing as usual, weird people. That's what I don't get. Aren't weird people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;homogeneous?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, it's really weird. It's really weird about weird people. Sometimes I don't think I'm weird. I just think I'm being myself. And most people I know act themselves but the ones who don't, I don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely don't have anything against them but I just don't get it. Why? Haha, it's not a big deal so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Fiona Apple's rendition of Across the Universe. This is better than the Beatles' version, I feel. Beats me, it just is more psychedelic and hypnotic. Hahaha, to those of you who are fans of The Beatles or Fiona Apple, you'd definitely know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we can't just all live together. Why is there so much fighting and whatever the fuck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say, HAHA, I admire Adolf Hitler. Okay, most of you think he did many bad things and to some extent, yes I agree. But the way he speaks is just so inspiring, I am inspired. He's up there with the good speakers. THAT, is his legacy. Not the 6 million jews he killed. (Blogger underlined jews red, HAHAHA RACIST FUCKS!) And no, Dorra, I do not 'swing' the other way. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today was Desmond's birthday. Shy boy didn't want anything. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Demson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go kill the sheep I count now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, humankind (Fiona Apple is goodlooking).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7230035307636471134?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7230035307636471134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7230035307636471134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7230035307636471134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7230035307636471134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/common-uniques.html' title='The Common Uniques'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKRDpO14L4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BHnCLn9Ylm4/s72-c/Apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1297036859517639782</id><published>2008-08-14T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:59:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I taste when we kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKPz_dG7WDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IuSpUTdCUQk/s1600-h/Cruz+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKPz_dG7WDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IuSpUTdCUQk/s400/Cruz+sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234295463405639730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I have jet black hair&lt;br /&gt;2)I taste when I kiss&lt;br /&gt;3)I bathe 23 times a week&lt;br /&gt;4)Lesbians are hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADIAH KHALIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her when I was 11. Hahaha what a bubbly girl. Here you get your feature, bullshitter! HA, Okay I PROMISE you I'll meet you the next time you come back. I swear on my hair. ALL my hair ;) Cheers, to my only friend I can talk to at 5 am in the morning. To my friend I can bullshit about on &amp; on &amp; on. Okay, I will stop stalking your German/Scandinavian/Arab friends. HAHA, to US :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In my bed I lay curled,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are constant bliss.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling stays unbottled,&lt;br /&gt;I taste when I kiss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1297036859517639782?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1297036859517639782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1297036859517639782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1297036859517639782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1297036859517639782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-taste-when-we-kiss.html' title='I taste when we kiss'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKPz_dG7WDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IuSpUTdCUQk/s72-c/Cruz+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3636146103864712763</id><published>2008-08-13T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:21:11.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was made for lovin' you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKLs7wKxSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/16Kc09Xpf28/s1600-h/Bobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKLs7wKxSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/16Kc09Xpf28/s400/Bobo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234006228244449378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got chemistry tomorrow and I've been studying. I hope that I do really well, I don't know, I just do. I really hope I get through this week in time for Saturday! When I'll be watching my ultimate love play against Sunderland. And I'd get to see Keane and Torres succeed! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well this is Christiane Herbold. I think this is her. Don't you just see how beautiful she is? I mean everything. Haha, it's almost like she was made for me to think so or something. Okay, obviously not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when the clouds sleep&lt;br /&gt;can you see us in the sky&lt;br /&gt;we are afraid and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang that. Of course it was in German when she sang it. God I just really hope I do well tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Mole Concept&lt;br /&gt;2)Redox Reactions&lt;br /&gt;3)Air&lt;br /&gt;4)Ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, my lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan Mikail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3636146103864712763?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3636146103864712763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3636146103864712763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3636146103864712763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3636146103864712763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/kann-mann-uns-am-himmel-sehen.html' title='I was made for lovin&apos; you'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKLs7wKxSGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/16Kc09Xpf28/s72-c/Bobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5047453897233773408</id><published>2008-08-13T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:03:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKKUw3mFl5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3giLtZe9xM/s1600-h/Edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKKUw3mFl5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3giLtZe9xM/s400/Edward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233909284236269458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Irish people. Hahaha maybe it's just Artemis Fowl. Okay wait I love Brian O'Driscoll, O'Gara, Bono. Okay they're all guys. Fuck, okay, I'll show you the German girls I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Christiane Herbold&lt;br /&gt;2) Marta Jandova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I swear they're so goodlooking I wanna wanna eat their faces. I cannot, repeat, CANNOT live with mess I get fucking annoyed I swear. FUCKING annoyed. Hahaha you know what I realized? When I type fuck they don't underline it red. That means, blogger expects me to say fuck. Fuck, what am I saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was SS, well SS kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS: Schutzstaffel! They killed bad people, and that's the only good SS I know. Whatever else can go kill themselves. Ha, tomorrow's chemistry and I need to study. I've got me notes, thank god. Okay, to be honest the smell of good food is distracting me. So my writing is rather.. anachronistic? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hungry as fuck. Auf wiedersehen, my dear people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The face surreal&lt;br /&gt;The lips have moved&lt;br /&gt;This disbelief I feel,&lt;br /&gt;My face can't prove."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5047453897233773408?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5047453897233773408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5047453897233773408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5047453897233773408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5047453897233773408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-irish-people.html' title='Superficial scars'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKKUw3mFl5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3giLtZe9xM/s72-c/Edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-1921048741328762976</id><published>2008-08-12T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:59:24.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream wicked dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKF7FVgKpkI/AAAAAAAAADs/KfgZ4kdXXZg/s1600-h/Gaelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKF7FVgKpkI/AAAAAAAAADs/KfgZ4kdXXZg/s400/Gaelic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233599573582849602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, SS isn't particularly the easiest thing for me now. If I get through tomorrow without any permanent indelible psychological scars or whatever the fuck, then yay. Ha, okay I shall be optimist, I CAN DO IT. Okay well, Cuntwhore might not think so. Who cares anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I do actually have wicked dreams. But I love my dreams but I know they are wicked. I know nothing of that sort could ever happen unless time progresses. I don't know it's such a frail, fragile topic with no basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Fatin, you'll get yours you just got to wait. It's just that Diana is so sad I feel sad for her okay well. Ha, I love Irish people. Like okay them Catholics did Irish sports like Hurling. My text book failed to mention GAELIC FOOTBALL? Like the coolest sport ever? It's like Rugby plus football plus Australian Rules. Funny, but very me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing on the hair&lt;br /&gt;The weeks we had barely five&lt;br /&gt;As I try to block the glare&lt;br /&gt;I know my last escape is life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-1921048741328762976?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1921048741328762976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=1921048741328762976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1921048741328762976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/1921048741328762976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dream-wicked-dreams.html' title='I dream wicked dreams.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SKF7FVgKpkI/AAAAAAAAADs/KfgZ4kdXXZg/s72-c/Gaelic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-247006834864725621</id><published>2008-08-11T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:54:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_-T_r2OdI/AAAAAAAAADk/7luaFr97WzY/s1600-h/KMFDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_-T_r2OdI/AAAAAAAAADk/7luaFr97WzY/s400/KMFDM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180911494117842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who would rather be caring than fun.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who appreciates music that wasn't produced for money.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who thinks seeking popularity is childish.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who knows life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who appreciates poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who loves coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who likes nature.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who appreciates my senses.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of guy who tries to be low-profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my sense of smell the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like Industrial music the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like acquiring tastes the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like girls who be themselves, the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like Liverpool F.C. the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like crazy love, the most.&lt;br /&gt;I like my tongue the most as my favourite part of my body&lt;br /&gt;I like Italians most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Scottish.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I am an audiophile.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with scent.&lt;br /&gt;I am 50% cough syrup, 50% steel.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT that kind of guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-247006834864725621?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/247006834864725621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=247006834864725621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/247006834864725621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/247006834864725621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_-T_r2OdI/AAAAAAAAADk/7luaFr97WzY/s72-c/KMFDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8015601219004650309</id><published>2008-08-11T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:39:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cugine; Diana Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_ehRPSx7I/AAAAAAAAADc/nttX61tAyRQ/s1600-h/WeissenRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_ehRPSx7I/AAAAAAAAADc/nttX61tAyRQ/s400/WeissenRose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233145955172403122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she's feeling very down so I wanna attempt to make her happier by blogging. I try to make people happy. I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, well she lives in Australia and I've never really got the chance to talk to her until recently when we got to know each other really well. And she's a rather happy girl I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm awaiting the next time she's meeting us Singaporeans, I don't know when that is but I'm waiting. Hahaha don't be so sad, things will get better eventually. All bad things die off eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, just be strong and it will all be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha whoever invented cousins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8015601219004650309?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8015601219004650309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8015601219004650309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8015601219004650309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8015601219004650309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/cugine-diana-seth.html' title='Cugine; Diana Seth'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ_ehRPSx7I/AAAAAAAAADc/nttX61tAyRQ/s72-c/WeissenRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7325659835935502792</id><published>2008-08-11T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:30:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neues Album 2008 von Rammstein!</title><content type='html'>Produktinformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio CD (30. November 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Label: Universal Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay from this I'm assuming the new album is coming out on the 30th of November. That's still a long way to go I want my Rammstein NOW. Well okay, whoever is a Rammstein fan and is reading this well I guess this is news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, no one really listens to Rammstein in Singapore, right? Singaporeans only listen to gay music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7325659835935502792?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7325659835935502792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7325659835935502792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7325659835935502792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7325659835935502792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/neues-album-2008-von-rammstein.html' title='Neues Album 2008 von Rammstein!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2050385001698798991</id><published>2008-08-11T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:39:29.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you've lost your love, I saw her yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ-0ap4tNEI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZouhydbhQv4/s1600-h/SheLovesYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ-0ap4tNEI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZouhydbhQv4/s400/SheLovesYou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233099662041101378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The thing with love is there are no buts or ifs,&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of if you do or if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for this week to be gone. Let bygones be bygones, whatever the fuck. I got to do SS so badly. The thing is, I don't wanna learn about how Sri Lankans killed each other. Okay, Irish people are nice, so I'll study Ireland. HA, yay, Robbie Keane, may you prosper as a Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season waits!, I wait, I wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON YOU REDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2050385001698798991?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2050385001698798991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2050385001698798991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2050385001698798991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2050385001698798991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-think-youve-lost-your-love-i-saw_11.html' title='You think you&apos;ve lost your love, I saw her yesterday.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ-0ap4tNEI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZouhydbhQv4/s72-c/SheLovesYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2270906122964147490</id><published>2008-08-09T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:52:46.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sieben.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ2jzel24BI/AAAAAAAAADE/4DnQLrjtx-o/s1600-h/Liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ2jzel24BI/AAAAAAAAADE/4DnQLrjtx-o/s400/Liverpool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232518446854889490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days to season!, can't wait for Saturday matches with me Kopite friends + Mengli! Ha, I really can't wait for those junked up days, full of singing full of craze. The adrenaline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are okay now, I'll just document on how I got over you, like in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Copious amounts of coffee&lt;br /&gt;2) Copious amounts of music&lt;br /&gt;3) Copious amounts of Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;4) Copious amounts of Dorra (HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakup song: Love Song (The Cure)&lt;br /&gt;My whilst-relationship song: Soulweeper #2 (Volbeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good and I didn't regret any of it, to be honest. Frankly, it helped me, in a way. Ha, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have (!) dreams and songs to sing,&lt;br /&gt;of the glory round the fields of Anfield Road!&lt;br /&gt;All round the fields of Anfield Road, &lt;br /&gt;where once, we watched the King Kenny play (and could he play!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm gonna change my blog URL soon, for the new one, it's probably gonna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iFuckdogs.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iFuckdogs, like iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2270906122964147490?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2270906122964147490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2270906122964147490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2270906122964147490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2270906122964147490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/sieben.html' title='Sieben.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJ2jzel24BI/AAAAAAAAADE/4DnQLrjtx-o/s72-c/Liverpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2009986434979882577</id><published>2008-08-08T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:40:25.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season waits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJwGclPR4XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPYRUuF1R7k/s1600-h/Bavaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJwGclPR4XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPYRUuF1R7k/s400/Bavaria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232063955199975794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich lebt, für immer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich&lt;br /&gt;oder&lt;br /&gt;Mit Dich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scavenge for a face&lt;br /&gt;I have beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the lack of grace,&lt;br /&gt;I have beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2009986434979882577?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2009986434979882577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2009986434979882577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2009986434979882577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2009986434979882577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/season-waits.html' title='Season waits!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJwGclPR4XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPYRUuF1R7k/s72-c/Bavaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7744636552251460163</id><published>2008-08-07T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:07:11.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped under ice, comfortably cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJqtJkbf9-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/oQYMl27Ayvc/s1600-h/Sopranos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJqtJkbf9-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/oQYMl27Ayvc/s400/Sopranos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231684297053698018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAA oh my god, GoodFellas is the cure to EVERYTHING. I just love Henry Hill and Lorraine Bracco. Omg, I think I'm gonna fucking be a mobster one day. Wait wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no mafia!" - Anthony Soprano, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7744636552251460163?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7744636552251460163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7744636552251460163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7744636552251460163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7744636552251460163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/trapped-under-ice-comfortably-cold_07.html' title='Trapped under ice, comfortably cold.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJqtJkbf9-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/oQYMl27Ayvc/s72-c/Sopranos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5300810387097606226</id><published>2008-08-06T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:26:20.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too fucking raged now, but what the fuck.</title><content type='html'>I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously trying to figure out what I did wrong. Okay maybe it's just in my blood. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fell for him because he was protective and patriarchal and I reject him for being exactly that" - The line Jennifer Melfi said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are some people attracted to danger? Like a moth to a flame." - Jennifer Melfi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I'm gonna fucking just go read books, wait for season to start and have fun with other kopites. Till then I'm gonna hope I do well for my fucking CA2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5300810387097606226?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5300810387097606226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5300810387097606226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5300810387097606226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5300810387097606226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-too-fucking-raged-now-but-what-fuck.html' title='I&apos;m too fucking raged now, but what the fuck.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-5262439856291339358</id><published>2008-08-06T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:19:30.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK TITLES</title><content type='html'>My fucking regime started yesterday and I'm already feeling it's effects FUCK. Fucking hell what the fuck is wrong with me. Half the time in class I fucking daydream. FUCK AND THIS FUCKING KEYBOARD IS A CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE CHARGER GOT TAKEN TO SOME FUCKING OBSCURE LAND AND I HAVE TO FIND EVERY FUCKING SMALL WAY TO CHARGE MY PHONE IN CASE ANYBODY CALLS ME. FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH TRIGO. WHO THE FUCK INVENTED TRIGO, THEY SHOULD GO FUCKING DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK IT WHY DO PEOPLE BLAME ME FOR SHIT I DON'T DO FUCK. THE WHOLE FUCKING PLACE IS A SEWER AND I FUCKING HATE IT. I GOT TO STUDY FOR MY FUCKING CA2 AND I TRIED BUT I ENDED UP BEING FUCKING LIKE THIS. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I FUCKING HATE THIS. HOPEFULLY THIS FUCKING RANT WILL END I FUCKING HATE IT GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT I JUST FUCKING DID GOD FUCKING HELL I HATE THIS WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO? CUNTING FUCK WHY DO I ALWAYS GET INTO SHIT THAT FOOLS ME LIKE FUCK. I SERIOUSLY THINK I NEED TO BE A BADASS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M GONNA FUCKING WATCH PEOPLE KILL EACH OTHER NOW I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF I NEED TO DO MY FUCKING CHEM REDOX WHATEVER THE FUCK OR BIO OR WHATEVER FUCKING TWAT THING I'M SO FUCKING PISSED I SWEAR I'M GONNA BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE DOOR LIKE I DID THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS. NOW I'VE GOT SOME FUCKING HUGE HEADACHE FUCK. FUCK THIS SHIT! I FEEL LIKE FUCKING DRUMMING NOW BUT I CAN'T COS I'LL FUCKING WAKE EVERYONE UP AND LIKE APPARENTLY MY PARENTS ARE GETTING NEW CURTAINS OR WHATEVER THE FUCK, FUCK I'M SO GOD DAMN FUCKING IRRITATED I NEED TO RANT IT ALL OUT FUCK FUCK FUCK   &lt;br /&gt;THIS SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-5262439856291339358?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5262439856291339358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=5262439856291339358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5262439856291339358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/5262439856291339358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-titles.html' title='FUCK TITLES'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4945548909366225414</id><published>2008-08-05T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:02:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fuck Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJglTRMyP_I/AAAAAAAAACs/2eJjOfaDCto/s1600-h/Lesbian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJglTRMyP_I/AAAAAAAAACs/2eJjOfaDCto/s400/Lesbian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230971980155600882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every day to see her back again&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my name through the astral plane&lt;br /&gt;And in this catalogue town she takes me down&lt;br /&gt;Down through the platinum spires&lt;br /&gt;Down through the telephone wires&lt;br /&gt;And we shake it around in the underground&lt;br /&gt;And like a new generation rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like all the boys in all the cities&lt;br /&gt;I take the poison, take the pity&lt;br /&gt;But she and I, we soon discovered&lt;br /&gt;we'd take the pills to find each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but when she is calling here in my head&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear her calling&lt;br /&gt;And what she has said?&lt;br /&gt;Oh but when she is calling here in my head&lt;br /&gt;It's like a new generation calling&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it call?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every day, to find her back again&lt;br /&gt;Breeding disease on her hands and knees&lt;br /&gt;While the styles turn and the books still burn&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's there in the platinum spires&lt;br /&gt;It's there in the telephone wires&lt;br /&gt;And we spread it around to a techno sound&lt;br /&gt;But like a new generation rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos like all the boys in all the cities&lt;br /&gt;I take the poison, take the pity&lt;br /&gt;But she and I we soon discover&lt;br /&gt;We take the pills to find each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but when she is calling here in my head&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear her calling?&lt;br /&gt;And what she has said?&lt;br /&gt;Oh but when she is calling here in my head&lt;br /&gt;It's like a new generation calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear her call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4945548909366225414?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4945548909366225414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4945548909366225414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4945548909366225414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4945548909366225414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-fuck-dogs.html' title='I Fuck Dogs'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJglTRMyP_I/AAAAAAAAACs/2eJjOfaDCto/s72-c/Lesbian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3056635822146585940</id><published>2008-08-02T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:06:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour Fou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJQYIxO94-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IiwK8fhaIfM/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJQYIxO94-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IiwK8fhaIfM/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229831606218122210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lohn, Arbeit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3056635822146585940?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3056635822146585940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3056635822146585940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3056635822146585940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3056635822146585940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/08/amour-fou.html' title='Amour Fou'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SJQYIxO94-I/AAAAAAAAACk/IiwK8fhaIfM/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2091861131232656392</id><published>2008-07-29T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:53:10.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Sonne scheint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SI72gXe5LiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BArwPYORXog/s1600-h/Sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SI72gXe5LiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BArwPYORXog/s400/Sunflower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228387253343563298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein,&lt;br /&gt;Mit dir stehen die Sekunden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2091861131232656392?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2091861131232656392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2091861131232656392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2091861131232656392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2091861131232656392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/die-sonne-scheint.html' title='Die Sonne scheint'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SI72gXe5LiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BArwPYORXog/s72-c/Sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-3064745502733575206</id><published>2008-07-27T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:06:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite not the hand that feeds you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIxx4olA6PI/AAAAAAAAACU/I56tDj7RbsU/s1600-h/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIxx4olA6PI/AAAAAAAAACU/I56tDj7RbsU/s400/Autumn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227678485249583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pardon my inability to address you directly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your hair is winter fire&lt;br /&gt;January embers,&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns there too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-3064745502733575206?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3064745502733575206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=3064745502733575206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3064745502733575206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/3064745502733575206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/pardon-my-inability-to-address-you.html' title='Bite not the hand that feeds you'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIxx4olA6PI/AAAAAAAAACU/I56tDj7RbsU/s72-c/Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2733099175842488094</id><published>2008-07-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:16:30.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychological Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIiAgrdD_EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DHWCb1dQE2c/s1600-h/Venetian+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIiAgrdD_EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DHWCb1dQE2c/s400/Venetian+mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226568666472250434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time and patience, the mulberry leaf turns to silk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2733099175842488094?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2733099175842488094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2733099175842488094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2733099175842488094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2733099175842488094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/psychological-romance.html' title='Psychological Romance'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIiAgrdD_EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DHWCb1dQE2c/s72-c/Venetian+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4706830889039797726</id><published>2008-07-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:19:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambs with no guiding light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIDesu0qivI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B3Sny_hcXaQ/s1600-h/LightGrenades3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIDesu0qivI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B3Sny_hcXaQ/s400/LightGrenades3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224420427814308594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With power and might, we conquer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week has been super fun super happy. But I'm not doing work. Oh and someone privatized her blog like WOW. Hahahaha looks like you guys are the pussies. Come on, we await your first move :D Why so serious? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why so serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Dark Knight. I love Heath Ledger. I'm not gay just super cool. Like orange socks cool. Like satanic music cool. Like Friendster cool. Zo, you've too much bias in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I decide, I'm gonna do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I have a psychotic family. Like psychotic cousins. Hahahaha mind you, I have many. And they live all over the world and like MILLIONS have access to blogs. Like I sense balls cringing, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to pretend I'm German. I like people's mums who speak German. Can't pee in urinals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Contradictory&lt;br /&gt;2)Childish&lt;br /&gt;3)Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satanic music. Orange socks. Random people on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha for those of you who are in the dark about what I'm writing about, it's HYPOTHETICAL, relax :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vultures scavenge together&lt;br /&gt;Ways the anger we vent&lt;br /&gt;The separation never&lt;br /&gt;Drugged by your scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4706830889039797726?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4706830889039797726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4706830889039797726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4706830889039797726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4706830889039797726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/lambs-with-no-guiding-light.html' title='Lambs with no guiding light'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SIDesu0qivI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B3Sny_hcXaQ/s72-c/LightGrenades3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8154561041822301468</id><published>2008-07-12T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:16:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letzte Ausfahrt: Leben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SHeVVZ-JYqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ai_gJEyLx3M/s1600-h/Lacrimosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SHeVVZ-JYqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ai_gJEyLx3M/s400/Lacrimosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221806487940719266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha omg what a fucking cool day. My legs hurt but whatever. Like what the hell I got pumped for saying puck? Puck? Doesn't matter. My god Richa stop being so cool Nyahaha. And stop being so telepathetic. I love your pom-poms ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins&lt;br /&gt;Zwei&lt;br /&gt;Drei&lt;br /&gt;Vier&lt;br /&gt;Fünf&lt;br /&gt;Sechs&lt;br /&gt;Sieben&lt;br /&gt;Acht&lt;br /&gt;Neun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I just realized how much I like my friends. Really. Some might be quite geeky but they are really nice. You know like fucking Binomial Theorem? Who the fuck bothers?! Hahahaha you know the answer to that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great people. Great. Richa, English clothes are fucking cool okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I know I fucked 11 times today, you counted. Too bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8154561041822301468?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8154561041822301468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8154561041822301468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8154561041822301468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8154561041822301468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/07/letzte-ausfahrt-leben.html' title='Letzte Ausfahrt: Leben'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SHeVVZ-JYqI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ai_gJEyLx3M/s72-c/Lacrimosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-6248135875292249248</id><published>2008-06-08T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:46:05.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be mine, Sister Salvation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SErwHoSC-HI/AAAAAAAAABU/-a0QYBFtsmo/s1600-h/Tilo+Wollf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SErwHoSC-HI/AAAAAAAAABU/-a0QYBFtsmo/s400/Tilo+Wollf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209239932870260850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totalitarian regime&lt;br /&gt;He would have concured.&lt;br /&gt;The whore that she is, &lt;br /&gt;He would have murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom overwhelmed the soul.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control it.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet coherence of poetry, &lt;br /&gt;I miss every bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Now you do know.&lt;br /&gt;All predicated on a lie,&lt;br /&gt;the sweetness displayed had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success followed.&lt;br /&gt;I am extreme.&lt;br /&gt;We show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've heard you scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears that flow.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking schifoosa.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking synthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the memory remains,&lt;br /&gt;You should remember,&lt;br /&gt;An outstanding girl in red.&lt;br /&gt;You know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is nice,&lt;br /&gt;Sperm ducts intact. &lt;br /&gt;My problem, frankly, is not you.&lt;br /&gt;It's that snore is not Swedish is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are phony.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;You're goomar somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not the dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not I.&lt;br /&gt;He is the calm.&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I have always admired,&lt;br /&gt;Despite your qualms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-6248135875292249248?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6248135875292249248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=6248135875292249248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6248135875292249248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6248135875292249248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-mine-sister-salvation.html' title='Be mine, Sister Salvation!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/SErwHoSC-HI/AAAAAAAAABU/-a0QYBFtsmo/s72-c/Tilo+Wollf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4781438865501883491</id><published>2008-02-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:56:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Herz Brennt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7lWLIghx2I/AAAAAAAAABM/cJIpaZvH9P8/s1600-h/Dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7lWLIghx2I/AAAAAAAAABM/cJIpaZvH9P8/s400/Dew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168256796646819682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cherishes every small thing.&lt;br /&gt;He likes you more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;For now I will die, for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, the only thing he would do anything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4781438865501883491?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4781438865501883491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4781438865501883491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4781438865501883491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4781438865501883491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/02/mein-herz-brennt.html' title='Mein Herz Brennt'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7lWLIghx2I/AAAAAAAAABM/cJIpaZvH9P8/s72-c/Dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8998707028234991009</id><published>2008-02-14T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:23:04.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7RAdoghx1I/AAAAAAAAABE/cPuALpwYAuc/s1600-h/Falling+star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7RAdoghx1I/AAAAAAAAABE/cPuALpwYAuc/s400/Falling+star.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166825550335035218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine, forever lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Emitting the most light,&lt;br /&gt;in the empty sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;you will never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am here, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those stars in the galaxy,&lt;br /&gt;they shine for you, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;But, a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet enclosed inside you.&lt;br /&gt;You have me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances deny us.&lt;br /&gt;Enclosures seperate.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest things die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions apply now.&lt;br /&gt;The truth speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;The liking, immense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't allow this, love.&lt;br /&gt;Ensure it does not prevail.&lt;br /&gt;Your stardust remains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remains, remains on my soul. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You taught me to love. I thought what I had was all there was to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8998707028234991009?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8998707028234991009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8998707028234991009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8998707028234991009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8998707028234991009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2008/02/follow-your-heart.html' title='Follow your heart.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R7RAdoghx1I/AAAAAAAAABE/cPuALpwYAuc/s72-c/Falling+star.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8276939191674421416</id><published>2007-12-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:37:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple &amp; Sweet: An Immense Liking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2vA6MJbx9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfJpRU_UUqY/s1600-h/Gelato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2vA6MJbx9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfJpRU_UUqY/s400/Gelato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146419105126664146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon might cause a heart's schism&lt;br /&gt;Only to be cured by the mind's amnesia&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon I shall not abhor,&lt;br /&gt;For the niceness involved is a motivational stimuli&lt;br /&gt;Which causes Happiness' psychosis&lt;br /&gt;and makes the heart veracious.&lt;br /&gt;I am drugged by the aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8276939191674421416?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8276939191674421416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8276939191674421416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8276939191674421416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8276939191674421416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-sweet-immense-liking.html' title='Simple &amp; Sweet: An Immense Liking'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2vA6MJbx9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pfJpRU_UUqY/s72-c/Gelato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-8380907649866580994</id><published>2007-12-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:45:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2eWnMJbx8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xzZDIdX3MQA/s1600-h/Hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2eWnMJbx8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xzZDIdX3MQA/s400/Hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145246699313940418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich schaffe dir ein Heim&lt;br /&gt;Die Neugier wird zum Schrei was wohl dahinter sei&lt;br /&gt;Die Wahrheit ist wie ein Gewitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-8380907649866580994?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8380907649866580994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=8380907649866580994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8380907649866580994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/8380907649866580994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/R2eWnMJbx8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xzZDIdX3MQA/s72-c/Hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-589734651221612039</id><published>2007-10-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:27:36.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>FARHAAN from 2D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tolerated enough of your shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-589734651221612039?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/589734651221612039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=589734651221612039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/589734651221612039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/589734651221612039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-4420670901466810317</id><published>2007-09-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:35:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amour: Zwitter, the Dalai Lama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RuUxGc_yFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pQNlDg9OYHY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RuUxGc_yFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pQNlDg9OYHY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108543339254387890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In utter chaos and confusion,&lt;br /&gt;I am being sucked of the juice of life and what comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I want to see my bed in flames.&lt;br /&gt;The master to come.&lt;br /&gt;To rip till the whitest of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;When it does, it'll be like being from ashes to being ashes.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sailor to come.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, you smell so good.&lt;br /&gt;The old sorrow has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;She had married my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and left me with a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Despite events,&lt;br /&gt;you still have pulled the trigger on my love gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, my heart burns.&lt;br /&gt;You hate the way my heart beats on the left.&lt;br /&gt;But the sun shines the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hear me,&lt;br /&gt;see me,&lt;br /&gt;feel me.&lt;br /&gt;So, please,&lt;br /&gt;fire freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be mothering, whilst the aura of knowledge engulfs my face.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll pay,&lt;br /&gt;To hear the music-box play.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm goin' blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes in and out of her comfort zone,&lt;br /&gt;soon to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;It's like travelling in fog,&lt;br /&gt;but happiness will soon arise.&lt;br /&gt;Beth can't come home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my part to meet halfway,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure it'll be done too, there.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I haven't any lust,&lt;br /&gt;I am ocean-less.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am not like them, &lt;br /&gt;For I don't reside in America.&lt;br /&gt;But I've stole your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bites like the cold in Moscow,&lt;br /&gt;but is as beautiful as the morningstar.&lt;br /&gt;Stone by stone, blows.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, without you, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut will nicht sterben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-4420670901466810317?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4420670901466810317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=4420670901466810317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4420670901466810317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/4420670901466810317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/09/amour-zwitter-dalai-lama.html' title='Amour: Zwitter, the Dalai Lama.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RuUxGc_yFLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pQNlDg9OYHY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-6876499643629580920</id><published>2007-08-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:47:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilja, Forever.</title><content type='html'>In my 14 years of living, never have I realized human beings are HUMAN beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Lilja 4-ever. It was a bloody depressing show bout human trafficking. I think I'll appreciate human beings for what they are now. Hopefully, I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dead, yes. But you people still visit. I am very grateful to you people. It could be that you just are bored, but at least someone knows me. Hahahaha. You wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Better than the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-6876499643629580920?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6876499643629580920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=6876499643629580920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6876499643629580920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/6876499643629580920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/08/lilja-forever.html' title='Lilja, Forever.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-7475424216084029837</id><published>2007-07-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:40:04.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rpy4hilEjeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hY68JFrSkec/s1600-h/Banquo%27s+Ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rpy4hilEjeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hY68JFrSkec/s400/Banquo%27s+Ghost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088144565379304930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good wombs hath borne bad sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That applies to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-7475424216084029837?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7475424216084029837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=7475424216084029837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7475424216084029837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/7475424216084029837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-untitled.html' title='This is untitled.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rpy4hilEjeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hY68JFrSkec/s72-c/Banquo%27s+Ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2435766249186284588</id><published>2007-03-19T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:24:58.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear, icemaiden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rf57NCuysCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ex4oUN4zcuI/s1600-h/meerkatttt!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rf57NCuysCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ex4oUN4zcuI/s320/meerkatttt!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043604096703180834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into the salty, black abyss I fell . &lt;br /&gt;The sunlight hardly penetrated the murky waters. &lt;br /&gt;I looked up and saw the reflective underside of the water. &lt;br /&gt;Stuck to my skin, my icemaiden, like a parasitic twin. &lt;br /&gt;Oh beauty, i have to save you. &lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the thoughts of saving the greek goddess, I forgot the urgency of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;That i needed to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;That i needed to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Fast.&lt;br /&gt;Falsches Urteil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautifully big sculpture began to make me sink deeper into the bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the capillaries in my face bursting&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scream but that only made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;The insides of my body started to burn.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of dying but my will to save the icemaiden was huge.&lt;br /&gt;Warmer Körper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp facial features of my love began to blunt.&lt;br /&gt;The define strands of her hair fade.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like dying a fast, painless death.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to go a figure wavered above.&lt;br /&gt;It swam me up to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Once i broke free from my watery cage, I hyperventilated.&lt;br /&gt;The icemaiden fell to the bottom of the 'bottomless' pit.&lt;br /&gt;Kaltes Grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;Long legs and a body I'd die for.&lt;br /&gt;Her nose sharp and her eyes hazel.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair long and wet from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;She is my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;She is a... redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demise of a maiden led to the reincarnation of another of a different sort.&lt;br /&gt;A more beautiful sort.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to her.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice high-pitched, but soothing as ever.&lt;br /&gt;She had a good personality.&lt;br /&gt;She was my ice maiden.&lt;br /&gt;My red-head ice maiden.&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-2435766249186284588?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2435766249186284588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2435766249186284588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2435766249186284588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2435766249186284588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dear-icemaiden.html' title='my dear, icemaiden.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/Rf57NCuysCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ex4oUN4zcuI/s72-c/meerkatttt!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-2194050323109523979</id><published>2007-02-06T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:14:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an an-ar-chist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RchjCQ5cduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-aHuZw6J9BI/s1600-h/Slash-Guns-N-Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RchjCQ5cduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-aHuZw6J9BI/s320/Slash-Guns-N-Roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028377874505955042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by morning, i'm in the bloody army barracks.&lt;br /&gt;to my 5 o'clock, lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i thought he was a saint,&lt;br /&gt;my compatriot.&lt;br /&gt;for he was oh so nice,&lt;br /&gt;and once handed me an item representing the red half of north-western england.&lt;br /&gt;but soon be muttered,&lt;br /&gt;not the truth.&lt;br /&gt;hurt me, but what the fuck do i care?&lt;br /&gt;aye, never put your trust into people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every quarter full moon,&lt;br /&gt;i seek knowledge, only to find eve.&lt;br /&gt;eh, eve?&lt;br /&gt;no, i see slash,&lt;br /&gt;with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fedora&lt;/span&gt; resting on the skull.&lt;br /&gt;big hair flowing from the bottom,&lt;br /&gt;braced calcium-blocks&lt;br /&gt;oh, fucked-up beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you fuck with me, you fuck with the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, but no.&lt;br /&gt;every night love is expressed.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, yet somehow truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is confined, confused.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is not a love song,&lt;br /&gt;this is not a love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for goodness sake, i'm no emo.&lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO emo.&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/23904063-2194050323109523979?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2194050323109523979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=2194050323109523979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2194050323109523979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/2194050323109523979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-an-ar-chist.html' title='i am an an-ar-chist!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qOmFTi4dRew/RchjCQ5cduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-aHuZw6J9BI/s72-c/Slash-Guns-N-Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-337431763880315018</id><published>2006-11-21T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:13:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7999/2917/1600/507157/sigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7999/2917/400/577245/sigh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know. i've added songs. i dunno why. i guess i was just so damn bored one day. anyway, don't come calling me an arse cos there're two 'Foo Fighters - Everlong's okay. the first one is the acoustic and the second is the normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day i watched carlito's way.  its damn cool. i like it. sigh. i haven't posted in a long long time. i look forward to buying my sec 2 school books so that i can study. but nevermind. i can wait. hari raya is gonna end damn soon and i havent gone to alot of peoples housess!!!! i haven't gone to my aunty ela's. and bla bla. sigh but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving up like crap. i dont know for what. just for whatever i need in the future i guess. a house? a car? a wedding ring? HAAAAA. no la. ill probably spend it all. but i dont plan to (spend it)!&lt;br /&gt;well, i used to have a huge problem with saving up. last time i bought 200 dollars worth of balls. bleargh. so now im going to save up allllllllll over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems abit weird that i wanna go back to school. but I KNOW that when it finally comes, i will want, desperately, to be able to sleep at 5 a.m. again. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-337431763880315018?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/337431763880315018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=337431763880315018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/337431763880315018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/337431763880315018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-116062224666840918</id><published>2006-10-12T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:46:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooooooooooooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/ballack.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/ballack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exams just finished yesterday. And yesterdays paper was HARD. Yep yep HARD. But my answers weren't stupid uh. They were sensible answers so i think they would be accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the paper i went home and watched season 7 of friends. Haha chandler cant smile. And then buka came! Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday was malay. To be honest it was the first malay paper i did which did not suck. Sweet.Well, when i came home obviously i had to study for lit (i hate using the word 'mug'). And after that there was buka. Which was sweet, 'tho i cant remember what i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday was maths. Part 1 was okay. Part 2 was sweet. First sweet part 2!! haaaaa. They asked hard questions but i could do them. whooooo. Ms lim lied and said the EOY math is going to be harder than the mock :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh. Friday SUCKED. The papers didnt. Friday just sucked. It was exhausting. The first half of the day was bio/chem/phy the second part was MALAY! which didnt suck by the way. the physics sucked. haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was good. It was english. And i had to write about a misunderstanding and my explanation wasn't accepted. I chose that since MANY misunderstandings have occurred and MANY of my explanations was not accepted. Like the time the stupid picture frame broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was history. THE first good HISTORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am at home at 1043 hours because theres no school! Cos of the AEP students. And tomorrow also is A NO SCHOOL DAYYY! because its marking day. Well, good luck to everyone who's eoys haven't ended. OR better, HAven't STARTED :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan&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/23904063-116062224666840918?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/116062224666840918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=116062224666840918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/116062224666840918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/116062224666840918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoooooooooooooo.html' title='whoooooooooooooo.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-115967533992899629</id><published>2006-10-01T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:01:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the godfatheeerrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/porkpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/porkpie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Corleone. Oh yeah. The Godfather is the best movie i have watched this month. Yes. Just finished watching Part 2 yesterday and Part 1 on Thursday. On the right is AL PACINO! Al Pacino when he was very young. Superb movie, watch it, if you're the type of person who likes movies where they have to think veeeeeery hard before understanding it and if you're the type of person who likes gore and MAFIAS and Al Pacino. or Andy Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say their mugging. I don't know if i am. Maybe i am i just dont know it cos it has become a routine. Like watching the godfather and friends. Well, i'm gonna watch Part 3 at 3? Yeah and before that i'll do some maths. Like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Enjoy the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all THE due restecp in the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfannnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-115967533992899629?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/115967533992899629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=115967533992899629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115967533992899629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115967533992899629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/09/godfatheeerrr.html' title='the godfatheeerrr.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-115908441995341298</id><published>2006-09-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:53:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/the%20quick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/the%20quick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liverpool very much back on form. :) Love it. Love Kuyt. Love Gonzalez. Love Riise :) Fasting month's started. Fasting month :) Love fasting month :) i love everything i can love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a bit hungry. I can smell food. I love food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-115908441995341298?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/115908441995341298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=115908441995341298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115908441995341298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115908441995341298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-115616207887031029</id><published>2006-08-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:07:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that he was tripped, idiots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/falls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice one-two. gerrard's on goal but is tripped. YES. TRIPPED. idiots, TRIPPED. to all arsenal fans out there you suck!!! and gerrard trippped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-115616207887031029?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/115616207887031029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=115616207887031029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115616207887031029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/115616207887031029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/08/proof-that-he-was-tripped-idiots.html' title='proof that he was tripped, idiots.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114518412225065602</id><published>2006-04-16T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:42:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/5stars.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/5stars.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting is starting to become a monthly ritual. Just like everything else. The writing timetable crap was an everyday thing lasttime and then i got too lazy to right it. I'm doing it again now and i fear i will get too lazy to do it again. Likewise, the postings. The last post was, i dunno when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, nothing significant really happened.. OH, i watched SAW. Pretty freaky and Jigsaws kinda eccentric. kinda sick sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis has got shortlisted to get into medicine thats a whoohoo and a boohoo for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i am happy for her. DONT GET USED TO IT SHAFIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she'll be away and ill have no more friendses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im looking forward to the next training. Goodie. Also today is Rigaloose VS Brackboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due restecp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114518412225065602?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114518412225065602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114518412225065602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114518412225065602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114518412225065602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/04/walk-on.html' title='walk on.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114404909452242282</id><published>2006-04-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:24:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bootsies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/P1060248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/320/P1060248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho got new boots. its the one i said my cousin had. apparently he can't fit it so he lent it to me until i cant fit it then ill give it back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im starting to hate miss marliza a little bit. though im okay with her lessons and i dont mind M I S S N E O. I just started on B I O which is quite fun. My bio teacher is M R G A B R I E L. He's quite nice. I like his accent and his necktie fastener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started on sewing. Today mr gabriel brought us down to nature where we identified biotic and abiotic stuff. I found an earthworm mating. Cool. I m supposed to collect $2 for some chartering bus shit but most of the student havent given the money to me. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis got a new handphone. The dunno what what amber coloured phone. Cool phone really. Ive got a new no. Y  A  Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking, I think i hated blogs last time. And was to lazy to take up the responsibility as a blog owner. Okay. I think im gonna see whats on teevee now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due restecp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114404909452242282?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114404909452242282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114404909452242282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114404909452242282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114404909452242282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-bootsies.html' title='new bootsies.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114292575628286617</id><published>2006-03-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:42:00.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/DSC035521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/DSC035521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has beeen a very very very long time since  actually posted compared to how much i posted before. Everyday? I think. Not many many things happened. Except i fought with HALINA GIMIK. That asshole, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's boastful as hell. I HATE HER. No shit. I didn't go for training today cos of my stupid injection. Hurts like hell. Swollen? Yeppp. TODAY, i was irritated, annoyed in school. First of all i got low for my stupid maths pop quiz; 4/6. Not exactly stupid but stupid enough to make me angry until recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that i had geography which was quite fun and mark accidentally touched MS Sharmas uhhuh. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAY annoyed me the most. AHH! I hate being accused of something. Cikgu Marliza accused me of not contributing to group work.AHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing an IQ test now. `ll concentrate on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114292575628286617?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114292575628286617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114292575628286617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114292575628286617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114292575628286617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-post.html' title='another post.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114249327541982358</id><published>2006-03-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:14:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my stupid timetable which might be useful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/cool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only do this when i neeed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is 3.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for a while: 3.05-3.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathe: 3.20-3.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do CME homework: 3.40-4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever crap i want to: 4.30-5.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read i guess: 5.30-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do more work: 6-7.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP: 7.20-7.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaT: 725-7.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever 'stuff': 7.40- dunno when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! byebye bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114249327541982358?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114249327541982358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114249327541982358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114249327541982358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114249327541982358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-stupid-timetable-which-might-be.html' title='my stupid timetable which might be useful.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114248842352137954</id><published>2006-03-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:34:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short but ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/fuckinghell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/320/fuckinghell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, or rather today morning. Morrning menon. Anyway, i didn't sleep the whole night cos i went to watch LIVERPOOL VS FULHAM. Hahahaha! Liverpool kicked Chris Colemans ass. Hahahaahaha! Rafael was great in the sense that he substituted almost all of his strikers. And 2/3 of his substitutions ended up in goals! Goals goals goals goals goals from FOWLER, SOME FULHAM GUY ANOTHER FULHAM GUY, MORIENTES!, CROUCH!, WARNOCK!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god i feel so sick now. Dunno why. Guess because of staying up till too early.. Not enough sleep? I dunno. I watched 10 things I hate about you this morning. I ate some fishy thing and an orange and now i smell orangeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick now.. Seriously i dunno why. But i think im gonna go for training tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, i'm gonna watch drake &amp;amp; josh on nickelodeon. y a y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114248842352137954?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114248842352137954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114248842352137954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114248842352137954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114248842352137954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-but-ok.html' title='short but ok.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114242653049709831</id><published>2006-03-15T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:42:13.323+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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/P1060084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/320/P1060084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up, feeling sick again.. but then, my sisters friend came so i thought ok la i only see her after school so i felt better. Then i went to run 700 m to control my 'lactic acid buildup'. After that i did the usual(eat and crap hoe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to my moms office. On the way there, bloody hell, my concession ended. YESTERDAY! C.B.. Then i had to explain to the bus driver why i didn't pay. And my sis made fun of me.. C.B. After going to my mums office i went to parkway parade. There were these TKGS girls who wanted donations. Ok i gave to my sis a dollar to give to the TKGian but then she made the the TKGian paste the sticker on me and not on her. C.B..  But nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i bought two MAPED erasers. One soft one hard. And then my sis and i went to gramophone. I went to buy 10 Things I Hate About You and she bought Just Like Heaven which i asked her to buy. And then, she asked me to buy Finding Neverland which i did'nt want to buy but she made my conscience buy it for her. So evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's watching American Idol. I am going to watch Americas Next Top Model and 10 Things I Hate About You.. OKAY! I'm gonna do my shitty CME home work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due restecp,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114242653049709831?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114242653049709831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114242653049709831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114242653049709831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114242653049709831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things i hate about you.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114234974576901647</id><published>2006-03-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:34:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save the last dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/P1050707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/320/P1050707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha.. I watched save the last dance. That is what i call hmmmm. Some sort of multi-racial bonding. Hahahahah! what crap am i talking bout. Aiyah.. Mainly it is about a white woman who started out ballet dancing if theres such a phrase and went to hip hop. And then she fell in love with this dark skinned guy who actually thought her how to dance hip hop. After watching that movie i think dancing is cool man. cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! After that i kicked my ball into some guys Civic! Hahahahaha. Actually i think it was an illegal parkers car so who cares?. HAHAHAH! Stupid people park in front of my house cos dont want they to buy season ticket and then when i accidentally ram my ball into their car they make noise. Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but now my favourite song i think is The Importance Of Being Idle by Oasis. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going for training. Gotta finish my ulasan buku. AHHHHH! ULASAN BUKU! I bet i've never actually read an entire malay novel before.. Maybe half a page. Not an entire one. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna finish my geography homework now before i start on my darn ulasan buku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My sister's senior drew that pic inspired by her sister i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114234974576901647?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114234974576901647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114234974576901647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114234974576901647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114234974576901647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/save-last-dance.html' title='save the last dance.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114232245202804048</id><published>2006-03-14T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:47:32.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/day%20one%20053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/day%20one%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Man soo boring. BORING. Seriously boring that's why i didn't tag. YESTERDAY, I woke up. Did my Geography work. Which required me to do online research. After that i watched The Simpsons. And it was the episode about when Bart when to prison for dunnno what. Hehh.. Then at night, i became malas to go for training the next day. And then i had science tuition. And then in the middle of the night Abang Akmal came when Abg Luqman and I were watching The Assignment. HAHAH! He got a new bike and he wanted to show it to my bro so I went along. And then when I went in my cat followed me in. And then when i wanted to go up to sleep ( it was about 12 then) i had to lure my cat out cos it wouldnt budge so i took a piece of bread and threw it out. And closed the door. And then i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up at 10 the next morning, i dunno why, but i felt a bit sick. But actually i wasn't. It was just because usually i would be in school around this time and if i was sick i'd be at home. Hence , the feeling sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUEST BLOGGER SHAFIA:WOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I'M A GUEST BLOGGER HERE AT IDONOTHAVEABLOGYOUKNOW BLOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my sis. Anyway after feeling like shit, i went down and ate chocolates and watched Urban Legends and Oprah. On oprah, they told us abt the mermaid syndrome and stuff la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go down and watch a movie with my sis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114232245202804048?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114232245202804048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114232245202804048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114232245202804048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114232245202804048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-day.html' title='boring day.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114221934362399697</id><published>2006-03-13T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:09:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/HENRYPIECEOFCRAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/HENRYPIECEOFCRAP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/gerrardassholefornow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/gerrardassholefornow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Yesterday, I waited for dunno how many hours for the match to start and when it did, I wasn't really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Liverpool were wearing white.(Psychologicaly, Red is the colour which "pumps" adrenaline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Liverpool were not dominating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Liverpool's defence like hancur luluh man! Stupid last time never concede a single goal in 12 games now concede all the time. C.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 21st minute, wah Henry like appear from nowhere then the through ball from Cesc Fabregas caught him then he shot it past Jose Manuel Pepe Reina. Curling shot sommore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 2nd half, Rafael Benitez brought on Robbie Fowler  and 15 minutes from stoppage,&lt;br /&gt;Stevie G, from the middle, shot like he got all the energy in the world, then Lemon saved it but Sanz Luis Garcia followed up the rebound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I was so happy with Stevie G then, but then at the 83rd minute, STUPID Gerrard go back pass to Reina then Henry followed up and scored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.B I think I'm gonna eat breakfast or sth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114221934362399697?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114221934362399697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114221934362399697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114221934362399697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114221934362399697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114217757070035488</id><published>2006-03-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:37:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/LIVERPOOL_this_is_anfiel-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/LIVERPOOL_this_is_anfiel-01.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My eyes can barely open. Despite that i will still try to be awake. For now i am posting because i think it keeps sleep of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friday was hilarious. After school, around 6 p.m. , i went for a play at the IT theater. It was called The Secret of Laughter. It was pretty hilarious but somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; thought it was demonic and closed his eyes when "demons" were acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After that i went back to VS to wait a whole year for my parents to come. In that time, a stupid red ant crawled up my jeans and I began running around like a stupid idiot. Hence, people stared and laughed. Idiots, try having a red ant in your pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After having myself humiliated i went to wait for my parents along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lee Zheng Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goh Chong Swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Zheng Yang is a scrawny small boy who enrols in the Malay Special Programme. Chong Swee was the one who got me laughing. He was listening to techno music while dancing PARA PARA Hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soon after my parents who were from PASIR RIS fetched me. Freaking hell. Fetch me so late, went i went inside i got a scolding from my mom. SHEESH MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SIGH. I think i'm gonna watch Two Weeks Notice with my sister whilst waiting for the match to start, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With all due respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lutfan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23904063-114217757070035488?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114217757070035488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114217757070035488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114217757070035488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114217757070035488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret-of-laughter.html' title='The Secret of Laughter'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114216992565371528</id><published>2006-03-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:29:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.55 p.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/5stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/5stars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.55 P.M. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVERPOOL F.C. VS ARSENAL&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prediction: Liverpool will bounce back(please..). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ROBBIE FOWLER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will score. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STEVIE G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too. I am just waiting for the match to start. This is what i call the clash of the titans. Seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now my cousin( the girl in the picture below) is making stupid cheers up. My sisters and aunt are teaching my baby cousin how to say ICE. My younger cousin is still watching Pirates of The Carribean.. I think i'm gonna bathe now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lutfan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23904063-114216992565371528?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114216992565371528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114216992565371528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114216992565371528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114216992565371528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/1155-pm.html' title='11.55 p.m.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114216723252845983</id><published>2006-03-12T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:14:54.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday i'm in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/082405maks%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/082405maks%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo. My cousins finally came.. My brother, my younger cousin and I played dustbin soccer. My cousin and i won 5-2 HAHAHAHAHA. Loser man.. After that, i went to give my baby cousin(in the picture) water.. He drank so much that he coughed HAHA. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom ordered pizza but my younger cousin hates bread(seriously) so he and I went to 7-eleven to get instant noodles Hahahahaha! lame uh?Now, my cousin is watching Pirates of The Carribean in my room.. I think i'm gonna play more soccer now, though it's night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114216723252845983?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114216723252845983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114216723252845983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114216723252845983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114216723252845983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-im-in-love.html' title='sunday i&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114215588232363735</id><published>2006-03-12T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:31:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/cool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, i was bored.. as usual. so i decided to look for pictures which are abstract. but first i went to my main priority. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVERPOOL!&lt;/span&gt; but i typed in too many oooooo's so it became liverpoooooool and it redirected me to someones photobucket album. and i noticed the girl was not bad looking so i stole her photo :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl i suppose is the one with the blonde hair.. i wonder whether blondes are really stupid. the one next to her is presumably her boyfriend.. Both of them were making stupid goofy faces which made the pic unique so i took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this picture is one of a kind because it was the only random pic i found that nice. could possibly accomplish all the elements/principles of art. very unique hor ( ppl who are reading this i don't usually say this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna look for more random and nice pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114215588232363735?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114215588232363735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114215588232363735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215588232363735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215588232363735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/that-day.html' title='that day..'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114215374092475034</id><published>2006-03-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:55:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope to do well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/handsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/handsome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       i hope to do well and be this guy when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;            i love his hair and his wits. too bad he's not alive. if not he'll tutor me. i'll make him.                                                    nyahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114215374092475034?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114215374092475034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114215374092475034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215374092475034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215374092475034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hope-to-do-well.html' title='i hope to do well.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114215348978232884</id><published>2006-03-12T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:51:29.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gerrard is cool man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/gerrardcelebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/gerrardcelebration.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114215348978232884?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114215348978232884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114215348978232884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215348978232884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215348978232884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/gerrard-is-cool-man.html' title='gerrard is cool man'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114215031270237684</id><published>2006-03-12T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:13:05.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/320/chelsea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesteddayyyyy, i went to my grandmas house. Bloody shit. Before that my mom had to make a big deal because i don't read enough books. Bloody hell. Hell's very blooooooody indeed. After that, my cousin forgetfully forgot to bring his ball so i had to buy a new one. It's the ADIDAS +F50 ball which is blue and white. After that we didn't play it because the ball was too hard. Actually we did play it. but my foot got painful. After that hoe, i watched The Pianist. The Nazis are bloody bastards sometimes.. But i still like them cos they killed some bad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle came back from Australia. Bloody C.B.. He got Air Zoom 90 Boots for 15 bucks. C.B..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i went home to watch Chelsea have a hard time beating Tottenham Hotspur HAHAHHAHAHA. Chelsea are such losers. Bloody hell.. Not even so rich spend       dunno how much on Shaun Wright-Phillips. EEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114215031270237684?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114215031270237684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114215031270237684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215031270237684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114215031270237684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/nil.html' title='nil.'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114214476552187488</id><published>2006-03-12T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:14:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ccb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/kayak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/kayak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started blogging. and i am muhammad lutfan mikail bin yang razali. i am 13 in june and i menuntut pelajaran di sekolah victoria. i feel so bad. hmmmmmm. i was supposed to go for my ex-class' gathering.. but couldn't make it. hence the feeling so bad hoe. i already said i could go.&lt;br /&gt;BYAH NYAH HAOOOO i hate breaking promises. i will just wait for my cousins to come now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114214476552187488?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114214476552187488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114214476552187488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214476552187488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214476552187488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/ccb.html' title='ccb'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114214293279954161</id><published>2006-03-12T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:21:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>started blogging.. AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/teletubbies1%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/teletubbies1%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/1600/teletubbies2%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3756/553/400/teletubbies2%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again again. again again. i'm a tellytubby or however you spell it. last time i had a blog. and was lazy to go post. and then ppl link me. then they visit my blog got nothing new so bad..  so. im doing this for the sake of me not getting bored. and so that ppl have finally something to read. i am gonna keep this simple. VERY SIMPLE. until i think im gonna make it not so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114214293279954161?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114214293279954161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114214293279954161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214293279954161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214293279954161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/started-blogging-again.html' title='started blogging.. AGAIN'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23904063.post-114214092586209521</id><published>2006-03-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:27:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate tagboards./ wacky skins</title><content type='html'>tagboards suck. they allow people to chat on YOUR own blog. Hence, i will not have one. stupid tag boards. tagboards tagboards tagboards tagboards tagboards tagboards i hhate them. TAGBOARDS SUCK MAN. suck suck suck suck. and plus i hate skins. ill just have a normal one cos i wont waste time looking for a skin matching my stupid personality. BECAUSE. even if i find one i will take long to have it on my blog. so for now, NO TAGBOARDS AND NO SKINS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23904063-114214092586209521?l=idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/114214092586209521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23904063&amp;postID=114214092586209521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214092586209521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23904063/posts/default/114214092586209521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idonothaveablogyouknow.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-tagboards-wacky-skins.html' title='i hate tagboards./ wacky skins'/><author><name>lutfan mikail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08813187466972040018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e211/lutfanmikail/KNVB.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
