<?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-7859912</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:13:54.421+08:00</updated><category term='new'/><title type='text'>GENTING*BLING*BLING</title><subtitle type='html'>My sins have led me here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-4475739485954515179</id><published>2007-04-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:03:23.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-4475739485954515179?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4475739485954515179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=4475739485954515179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/4475739485954515179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/4475739485954515179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2007/04/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-111278193450972325</id><published>2005-04-06T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:07:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten they have</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;People tend to forget. But I do not forget. This blog will be opened once again. The blog where....everything goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-111278193450972325?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/111278193450972325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=111278193450972325' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/111278193450972325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/111278193450972325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/04/forgotten-they-have.html' title='forgotten they have'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110914042377586515</id><published>2005-02-23T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:35:39.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://badboysinc.blogspot.com"&gt;New blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110914042377586515?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110914042377586515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110914042377586515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110914042377586515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110914042377586515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/02/hit-it.html' title='hit it!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110853579579491500</id><published>2005-02-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:37:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, to those who have been here, please note that this blog will be closed or will be updated only once in a while. As I now have another blog that I am focussing on. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110853579579491500?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110853579579491500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110853579579491500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110853579579491500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110853579579491500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110722452422150072</id><published>2005-02-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:41:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.srv.fotopages.com/2/4101309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can somebody please..anybody..'guess', what this room is actually for? Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry for the quality though. Taken with phone-cum-cam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110722452422150072?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110722452422150072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110722452422150072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110722452422150072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110722452422150072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/02/guess.html' title='guess'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110714472799325244</id><published>2005-01-31T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T12:12:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Congrates to some of my friends &lt;i&gt;yang dah dapat keje&lt;/i&gt;. Well done. &lt;i&gt;Keje elok²&lt;/i&gt;. Namely, Mas (..kot?), Kabi and Kamal. Again, congrates! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110714472799325244?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110714472799325244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110714472799325244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110714472799325244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110714472799325244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/congrates.html' title='congrates!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110688627188257669</id><published>2005-01-28T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:27:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hantu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hm. After a  while, finally...&lt;i&gt;citer hantu&lt;/i&gt;.Some of my friends have had their shares of encountering personally with this so called &lt;i&gt;entiti&lt;/i&gt; (where the hell did i get this word...ring a bell? Haha..) a.k.a &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; la. First one is a petite young gal who seems to get everybody's attention wherever she goes. Her name is Eva. So this is the extended story that was passed to a lot of people before it reached me. So as it went, this poor gal was sleeping on the couch in the living room of her apartment. It was late at nite and she was alone. What time, I couldn't recall. So as she was sleeping somehow she felt one of her hands was pushed away. So opening her eyes only revealed a figure of a woman sitting on one of her thighs! As told to me by the..like 100th person that heard about the story, the woman didn't seem to have a face, as she could recall it, she could only see her eyes. And she was chanting her name! That &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; was calling her real name la, not Eva. Sumting like a horrorily-melodic-tune kind of chanting. She just closed her eyes, and opened again only to find the &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; woman was still there. Then the woman stood up and walked away. But she walked on her side! Not like any normal being. Like a crab. On her side. The poor gal then ran into her room in disbelief and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the nite. So she told some of her friends and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is Viknesh, who seems to have a problem with an Indian woman who haunts his apartment. And he is in the same block as mine. Hm. I haven't seen her. Anyway, this fella saw this Indian &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; like floating here and there in his apartment. She was floating in front of his room's door, to the left and right of the door, and this Viknesh was in the room! And as told to me, he did nothing. The other one, what was his name, also an Indian guy who lives in the apartment just next to mine. He saw, thru his toilet window, a figure of also, an Indian woman, passing thru the hallway (which happens to be my hallway too), most probably the same &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; la. Still, I haven't seen her, the &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt; la I mean. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me, &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt;s somehow exist. How to explain it, is quite difficult. Anyhow, just accept it as part of our life and everything will be fine. So that's that. Stories about entities, so much that I've heard for now. &lt;i&gt;Entiti&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;hantu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110688627188257669?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110688627188257669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110688627188257669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110688627188257669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110688627188257669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/hantu.html' title='hantu'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110671084855635198</id><published>2005-01-26T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:40:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm going to Bali..yeh²..see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110671084855635198?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110671084855635198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110671084855635198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110671084855635198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110671084855635198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/bali.html' title='bali'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110653962567635385</id><published>2005-01-24T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:26:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's time to move on. Yup. As cocky as it sounds, still, life goes on. It's hard to keep up with the things in the past. That's why I never like taking photographs. Because it's meant to cherish the moments in the past and I just hate things in the past. I only believe in moving on. Why stop and wonder about things that have happened when you can think about a lot of things that are going to happen in the future. People say the past is the foundation of the future. I say bullshit! If they want to keep it like that, be my guest, I'm moving on. There will be one moment in your lifetime when you feel like you are just wasting your time to cherish the past. I am &lt;u&gt;WAY&lt;/u&gt; over it! But there's one thing that I'll always bring along if I were to move on with my life. My friends. Not my latter years friends, but my old friends. My school-friends (I don't know if you were a studious-isolated-no-friends-geek during your school years, which I was not, so I have friends).No matter how I have moved on, still, the reunion with these guys always brings a pleasant moment. I guess because we have been friends since school, so we have deeper bond compared to my latter years friends. Now, these are the guys that potray 'A friend in need is a friend indeed'. They never made educational level as a border to stop us from hanging out together. Never used the stupid excuse, '&lt;i&gt;oi malu la'&lt;/i&gt; to not to do things. Not the '&lt;i&gt;control hensem&lt;/i&gt;' type. And what's more important, they respect each other. They don't provoke anybody in between them by showing like they are better than the rest. They are just cool. No matter how far I have moved on, I will always return to this circle. Because these are the best friends I'll ever have. These are the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; true friends that I have ever had. So to move on, I'll keep my bonds to unnecessary friends short. Yup. Cocky isn't it? As how less you'd care about what I have said, I care lesser about what you think. '&lt;i&gt;Kalau kawan yang bagus, kawan sampai mati pon takpe, kalau kawan yang celaka, perasan bagus, buang lombong lagi baik! Kalau bagus betol takpe, ni tak seberapa, dah la muka burok...nak perasan bagus, tengok cermin la oi!&lt;/i&gt;' . So come on la. Move on with your life so that I can, with mine. Arigato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110653962567635385?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110653962567635385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110653962567635385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110653962567635385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110653962567635385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/move-on.html' title='move on'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110619296368216264</id><published>2005-01-20T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:50:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally In Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/news/images/c/counting_crows/counting_crows_180x180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;by Counting Crows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said what's the problem baby,&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem I don't know, &lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love),&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time,&lt;br /&gt;I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this,&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love), &lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, &lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, &lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, &lt;br /&gt;Because everybody's after love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running, &lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming ,&lt;br /&gt;All this love melting under blue skies, &lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight, &lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I surrender, &lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love,&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it, &lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning, &lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone, &lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on,&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on, &lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, &lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on, &lt;br /&gt;We were once,&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love.. &lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on,&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... I'm in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some matters are just outta our hands and they happened when we least expected of them.We didn't hope for it, just it happened, accidentally.&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/7859912-110619296368216264?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110619296368216264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110619296368216264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110619296368216264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110619296368216264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/accidentally-in-love.html' title='Accidentally In Love '/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110602126128028885</id><published>2005-01-18T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T12:18:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok'ek = kongkek = fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A conversation happened the other day. Between Azrin and Azreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : I tak la tengok porn². Tapi scene sket² lam movie..hentam je tengok.&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Scene sket²? Scene ape sket²?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Alah, scene yang tu la...&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Scene yang tu la ape?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Scene yang ok'ek tu.&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : What? Scene yang what? What's ok'ek?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Ok'ek is the word used by Penangites to say...that la.&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Penangites to say what?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : That thing la...ok'ek..&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Kongkek?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Uik. What's kongkek?&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Yup. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Hm? So ok'ek is kongkek which is fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Yuh. Correct.&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : So what's the difference of saying ok'ek or kongkek or fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : No difference, they are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Azrin  : Then, why say ok'ek?&lt;br /&gt;Azreen : Dunno. Segan. Hahahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azreen. Always the funnier and preferred '&lt;i&gt;Az-Ryn&lt;/i&gt;'. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110602126128028885?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110602126128028885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110602126128028885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110602126128028885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110602126128028885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/okek-kongkek-fuck.html' title='ok&apos;ek = kongkek = fuck'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110566765468109992</id><published>2005-01-17T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:49:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"How To Make Friends and Keep Them" . Geeee...what a topic.How am I supposed to do this? Hm. That was the ASS presentation topic, for my group. Do we really need to know? How to make friends...how to keep them? Come to think of it, I never realize it that we have to keep our friends. Yuh la, the relationship I mean. At first i was like, "Friends smhfriends.....duh!" On second thought, the topic might sound very general and broad, but the idea of it can be quite interesting. I'll figure it out later on, how to summarize the whole topic.Coz, if I were to surf the net with that topic..wuiyooo....so many...so might as well I just use my own intellligence. Huh! As far as my pathetic knowledge of making friends goes, I think I can manage la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gave me a leaflet. "&lt;i&gt;The Ancient Seek The Wise Man for Answers. Today Let Us Show You The Answer To Success&lt;/i&gt;." Hm. At the bottom of it, there's "&lt;i&gt;No building can stand without foundation. Pyramid cannot be built from the top to down&lt;/i&gt;" So amazed of the leaflet, I asked that fella, the guy who handed me the leaflet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Eh, pyramids cannot be built meh? From top to down?&lt;br /&gt;F: Yuh la. Cannot maa..&lt;br /&gt;Y: Eh how you know?&lt;br /&gt;F: &lt;i&gt;Mesti punya&lt;/i&gt; maaa..cannot. Must build bottom first.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Who built pyramids? Egyptians aaa?&lt;br /&gt;F: Dunno. They cannot say who built it.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Then how you know the built the bottom first?&lt;br /&gt;F: ???&lt;br /&gt;Y: If aliens built it...haaa...they might start from bottom first..aliens maaa..&lt;br /&gt;F: Hmmm....( staring at the ceiling)&lt;br /&gt;Y: So how?&lt;br /&gt;F:  Eh you want to join or not, if don't want, don't ask so much la...&lt;i&gt;haiyaa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:You answer, I join.&lt;br /&gt;F: Cannot la that way.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;F: Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yuh, fuck you too...mwwahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Some people are just not polite, rite? I asked it politely. If you didn't know, just admit la. Why the &lt;i&gt;marah²&lt;/i&gt; wann? Then, am I supposed to be polite too? This attitude? So stupidly rude. &lt;i&gt;Bodoh sombong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;, polite? How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110566765468109992?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110566765468109992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110566765468109992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110566765468109992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110566765468109992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/how.html' title='how'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110534704363190838</id><published>2005-01-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:51:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;read the topic.duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110534704363190838?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110534704363190838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110534704363190838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110534704363190838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110534704363190838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-update.html' title='no update'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110481131744954409</id><published>2005-01-04T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:56:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/3702248.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kurniawan with the goal that changed everything.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia lost last nite. 4-1. I'm even suprised that any of my friends hasn't comment on this. Not even the football-freak, Zul. Maybe all of them are disappointed. Truly, I am also. Being there, in the stadium watching the team lost was so irritating. Imagine that Malaysia's fans got hold of almost 3/4 of the seats. The rest were Indonesia's And we lost. Despite the tsunami disaster that splashed the Indonesia land, their determination to march into the final was not even tilted. The players of Indonesia showed a game that the tempo which struck the Malaysia's players was almost as equal as the tsunami attack. Fast and deterring. Malaysia's confidence had fallen. And the whole game had fallen into the Indonesia's and in the span of 10 mins, 3 goals. And left me and my friends gasped. Started with that Kurniawan Dwi Yulianto who was brought in a few mins after the 2nd half started. We booed at him when he was warming up before entering the match. And the boos got louder as he entered the field. It backfired to us as he scored the equalizer. Also being distracted by the quarrel between fans of both sides, we forgot to watch the match and support the team. To cheer and boost their motivation. And they lost it right before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the quarrel started because some stupid Malaysia's fans were experimenting with the rule of gravity. Some of them who were seating just at the upper level of the Indonesia's fans, lit up a &lt;i&gt;mercun papan&lt;/I&gt; and just let it go, to see how the force of gravity would pull it. It was dropping to the lower level, where the Indonesia's fans were seating. And thru mid-drop...kabbbooommm!! Followed by bottles being missiled from the lower level upwards. But the trajectories were miscalculated, went a little bit slanting, eventually had fallen onto the Malaysia's fans on the same level only a few metres away from them. See? And then, &lt;i&gt;semua gaduh&lt;/i&gt;. It took 15 mins for the FRU to get there, enough for some punchings and kickings. Unluckily, I was seated quite far. If I knew we were going to lose, I'd definitely make my way there and a punch or two might have fallen on some of them. Maybe 4. 4 punches per 1 Indonesian. Just to get even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-5 on aggregate. Anyhow, the cup is now very much said to have fallen into the winner-of-last-nite-match's hands, (which should have been..us..). Still, I'm proud of the Malaysia team. They lost maybe, but they were the ones who were on the field last nite. Give some credits to them, eventhough they lost, they should still be able to walk with their chins being held up high. And we shouldn't feel ashamed of them. They tried, and lost. They were heroes. Last nite they were also heroes. Heroes still, only fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7859912-110481131744954409?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110481131744954409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110481131744954409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110481131744954409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110481131744954409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110472637357121283</id><published>2005-01-03T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:34:51.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtvthailand.com/Onair/VJs/images/angie01.png"&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Angie Hastings of MTV. Lovely.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday blues. As always. I hate Mondays. Anyway I was greeted by a lovely lady this morning with a lovely hair style, wearing a lovely blue &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt; and the day should have been lovely. I wish. I skipped another class of ASS for today. Yuh, you heard me, ASS. &lt;u&gt;A&lt;/u&gt;cademic &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;tudy &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;kill. Study got skill also meh? Well, it is not a lovely class, also no lovely chicas there..so why I'm even bothered to attend? That's why I'm here. Typing this. Not a lovely sight though. The room is busy and crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any resolution? Yuh. Finish the last year's resolutions. Anyhow, happy new year to all. Basically this is the first post for this year. Let us see, how far I can take this blogging thingy to. Hm. It must have been a lovely moment to some, celebrating the new year. To some, only one word, 'tsunami'. So to those who have been celebrating, wish those people as well la. Some people are not as lucky as we are. But that got me thinking, tsunami + arrival of a new year = not a lovely thought. Anyway, we'll soon find out what 2005 has in store for all of us. Azreen was hoping to find out. She's relieved that 2004 is finally over. No blaming her la, 2004 hasn't been her loveliest odyssey of her lifetime. Good luck Cookie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day on the other hand, is vice-versa. Minutes after being greeted by the lovely lady on a Monday morning (..that didn't happen every week..wow.) then I saw another lovely girl. This girl has an awesome hair-colour do that makes she looks aa..lovely? Haha..She looks funky. And that was the 5th time I saw her since I'm in the campus..How long already? 2 months. 5th time in 2 months. I should be seeing more of her this week...hopefully. To some who do not understand, just keep on reading this fuckin' post, to those who know me really well, you know la kan..me and hair..haha..hers sends shivers to my soul, get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff already. One thought to share. What's with ex-es? I got this one fellow who is trying so hard to get back to his ex. And at the same time, that girl is trying to win her ex's-before-her-last-ex heart back. And that ex is actually the cousin to her last ex. Now, that's disturbing. Not a lovely relationship. Another scenario is about another girl who is now mad with her boy because he accidentally sms-ed her by sending an sms that was meant for his ex. And the quarrel followed soon revealed how he has been sms-ing his ex. And how the girl has been sms-ing her ex! Well, that's something I'd call..fair. Haha. So much for ex-es. Why is it so hard for some people to understand that a lovelily-built relationship doesn't just fade away? I'll take time. So if you are with someone and having the same problem, this is the perfect time to implement your 'until the time is thru' oath. Yuh la, if you can stay even until the time is thru, why can't you just wait for the poor fellow to get over his past relationship? Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to the stadium tonite. Zul's &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malaysia perlukan anda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; has got into me. So, I'm going. Hopefully it'll be a lovely match with a lovely result to match. Today is Monday. Hopefully the players are not at all affected with the monday-blues-sickness. They better not because I'm going to the stadium! This Monday has been gloomy. But, I am keeping in mind, Jen's, "Sometimes life can hit you hard. But sometimes something comes along and makes it all worthwhile." so I'm hoping for that. And it should also be something that's...lovely! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110472637357121283?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110472637357121283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110472637357121283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110472637357121283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110472637357121283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2005/01/lovely.html' title='lovely'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110437394725442809</id><published>2004-12-30T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T11:12:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so damn lazy, I feel like asking this macha next to me to type this update. Hm. Everywhere I go, it's all about tsunami. Some are amazed, some are grateful, some are shocked and the rest are sooooo...in-the-say-what?-tsunami?-zone, which I am so lazy to elaborate on. Didn't it happen like ages ago? So the vibration just got here eh? Yuh la hoh, they say vibration happens as a molecule vibrates and transfer the vibration to the molecule next to it and so on and so on and bla..bla..bla..yuh rite..in this tsunami case, it's the earth's plates that vibrated. So considering Sumatra and M'sia, quite far seh. No wonder the news just got here. Hm. I'm so lazy to even express my comment on the tsunami. Everyone's doing it, so might as well I just read theirs. Anyway, I'm good as I'm gone. Due to my laziness, this post is kept short. &lt;i&gt;Malas..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110437394725442809?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110437394725442809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110437394725442809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110437394725442809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110437394725442809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110428866449035779</id><published>2004-12-29T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T10:30:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cancel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All classes got cancelled today. Fuck. And one of the classes didn't even have a cancellation notice. We ended up sitting on the floor just a few steps from the lecture hall's doors, talking shit. Well done lah. Anyway, my maths class was cancelled hence the maths quiz was also cancelled. And I stayed up last nite just to figure out why the fuck we need a conjugate. You times this and that, then cancel this and that and you'll end up with this and that. It should have been, we cancel this class and that class and those burning the midnite oil sessions would also have been cancelled. Fuck. When I didn't want to go to classes, they held it. When I was so 'excited'..(..yuh, rite!), they cancelled the fucking classes. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to the stadium this weekend. M'sia amazingly won last nite, despite the outnumbered supporters in Bunkarno. Yeh², in ya face Indon! That's it lah. I'm going with some of my oldest friends. Haha, my crazy-as-I-am friends. Anyway I hope that the plan is not cancelled. And hopefully, M'sia can score even more so that the result later done here will not cancel the result last nite. Like Zul said.. "In them we trust.". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know if  my later classes would be cancelled as well. But I can always 'cancel' it myself. And later on hitting the road to celebrate M'sia's victory. Just the 1st leg maaa. So what? Cannot celebrate meh? Eh, wait! I got hockey practice this evening. So, what about the celebration plan? Fuck. Cancel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110428866449035779?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110428866449035779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110428866449035779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110428866449035779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110428866449035779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/cancel.html' title='cancel'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110420496152244772</id><published>2004-12-28T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:36:35.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got no idea. Like I'm carrying an empty head. Hollow inside. Today, nothing unusual happened. So no event, no idea. Somebody called me &lt;i&gt;orang tua&lt;/i&gt; this morning. Hm. I know I'm a little bit older but that was kinda 'trepassing' my private and confidential. Now, I welcome people who would like to laugh, hang out, talk trash, skip classes (haha..) and do all the less ordinary stuff. But to some extent, don't mess with me. Why? I, myself don't even have the slightest idea. It's just me. I'm just being me. So, get the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I skipped my English (..duh!) class last nite. Well, I'm not being &lt;i&gt;riak&lt;/i&gt; or something, but English..please lah. Not that I have anything against English. Nada. But at this level, do we still need grammar lesson? What was that Puan Fazillah thinking? And she got one book of grammar readied to be photocopied. Some bastards gave my name to be the one in charge. How the hell did they could come out with that idea. Yuh, rite..Puan Fazillah and &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt; and Puan Fazillah? Na'ah. That was not such a very good idea. It doesn't seem to 'rhyme'. Fuck. No way jose, I'm ain't getting in it....no way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looking at my blog, it has evolved. So much. The first idea was to have a place where I can godlikely &lt;i&gt;kutuk²&lt;/i&gt; orang. Now as Mas has stated in his blog, it's now like some sort of diary already. When you are in front of the keyboard, then ideas come rushing in. You'll end up typing a lot of things that happened.Damn. I thought I got no idea. See? Yuh la, keep on yawnin'....sheeesshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still don't have, even a single idea, on what to write about horses. I mean good stuff la. Bad stuff..hmm..*&lt;i&gt;whistling soullessly and staring at the ceiling...&lt;/i&gt; Nah. Don't get any &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; idea hoh...hahaha..K. No more ideas. Yuh, it's true this time. I'm free the whole day through. What to do? No idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110420496152244772?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110420496152244772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110420496152244772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110420496152244772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110420496152244772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/idea.html' title='idea'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110413082537559086</id><published>2004-12-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:57:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned around and the 'back' actually had a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked towards me and said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I knew, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp's on how he met his lovely (..I didn't really get her name) wife, one of the models for Chanel. Hm. I hear you dude. Sometimes we just know that it's over. That she is the one. And her comment about her hubby was even better. I've forgotten it though. Huuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff already. After all the oohs and aahs..it's back to the real world. Anyhow there was another dialog that got my attention last weekend. It was Patrick's of Spongebob Squarepants (..yuh I watch it every week..duh!) and he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring to become an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuh, rite so. It's boring to be an adult. Where everything's on your back. Fuck. Recalling back all my memories thru my 22-wonderful-years of my life time, I still believe that my younger years was the best time I ever had in my entire life. When everything was so big. If I could turn back the time, it would definitely be to those years. Yuh, rite...Anyway, that Dee has just got a blog. And she's even more evil now. Now she has place to get rite back at me. Hmmm....so much for introducing blogging.Hmm...I have 2 more hours to go. Haha, like I've been here all day. I skipped all the classes today. Yo loh, monday-blues maaa. Getting back to classes after all those 'happening' events during weekend..aiya..so hard la..I paid for the classes...so what? I'll attend it whenever I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff la. I'm going back afterwards. So to whoever that thinks that you can bash me either here or in ya blog...trust me...I'll get back at ya as fast as my cat can say, 'I'll get you back'...meow²..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110413082537559086?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110413082537559086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110413082537559086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110413082537559086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110413082537559086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110386029696297001</id><published>2004-12-24T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:56:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Busy. So busy. Busying myself doing nothing. Busying myself annoying other people. Busying myself eating at the cafe. Busying myself watching unnecessary things..haha.And busying myself checking my 12 bookmarked blogs. Busying myself updating this blog. All these has resulted only to one conclusion. I'm busy..duh! No lah. It means that I got so much free time as long as I don't go busying myself doing all those things. Rite? So what? At least all those free time not wasted...haha. It's any man's right what. To spend his time his way. And it's my way of spending my time. So buzz off. Don't be a busybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoyo...last time it was Ah Beng. Now it's Macha! This bastard next to me is busying himself now, listening to &lt;u&gt;TAMIL&lt;/u&gt; songs! Yuh, and I thought chinese songs are not pleasant to my ears. Silly me. Everyone is so busy about their own life, they even forget to respect the life of others. Fuck la Macha! Ayo karawale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I should be leaving. Before this Macha start to run, sing, dance and change his clothes..like 7 times in this busy-crowded room. Anyway, keep your life busy. It'll help you to forget things that you really want to forget. It did to me. That's why I'm like this all the time. Busy. &lt;i&gt;Hmph,sangat! Busy la konon...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110386029696297001?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110386029696297001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110386029696297001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110386029696297001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110386029696297001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110378642652883475</id><published>2004-12-23T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:23:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a very, long, nice sleep last nite. I slept as if there was no more tomorrow (..no today la). Got dream as well. Having a nice chat / date or whatever that you want to call it..with Natasha Hudson. The girl that replaced..aaa...Camelia..I think. But I'd prefer Melissa Muren a.k.a Melissa Zainal a.k.a Sue Table For Two. She needs to shed some weight la hoh then something nice would be nicer. She has a nice smile. Hey, nice smiles are hard to find nowadays aa.. And she looks nice wearing a cap. Okay enough with the chicas already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write something nice about horses. Ideas? Anyone? I haven't got a single clue. Maybe I'll come up with something nice later on. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been not-so-very-nice to everybody. So I would like to apologize to everybody for being such a pain in the ass. For today la. I don't really feel well today. Ironically, fate has been nice to me the whole day. I got an email from an old friend. Siti Nur Azreen. The other one I mentioned before is Nor Azreen. She's in her final semester already. Nice. She just can't wait to start working and earning. Yey, &lt;i&gt;belanja&lt;/i&gt; me a nice meal later, once you got paid. The first check! &lt;i&gt;Boleh?&lt;/i&gt; She's a very nice person. I've known her since 1998. She never failed to reply to any of my emails. Thanks Alin, that's so very nice of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I should be leaving. I got horse-riding later on. It's 3 hours straight. Nice. Yuh rite, nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110378642652883475?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110378642652883475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110378642652883475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110378642652883475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110378642652883475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/nice_23.html' title='nice'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110370040712888019</id><published>2004-12-22T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:36:04.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It started out as a very beautiful day. I sat at a desk that is meant for photocopy services. Surrounded with my friends. Then, "&lt;i&gt;Abang, tumpang tanya, saya ada fotostat semalam.....&lt;/i&gt;" and some of my friends bursted with laughters. Eh, pity that poor fella la...he didn't know. Politely replied and he went off. Sorry dude. Then came on Dee and "&lt;i&gt;Eh, Yen..ko ada muke keje potostat aaa...&lt;/i&gt;" and followed by her devillish smile and she stood there with all her glory. &lt;i&gt;Pantang ada peluang kutuk aku..mendesuup ko ye..&lt;/i&gt;Then followed with a very beautifully-done quiz. Ed helped me as well. So, an easy thing got easier la kan. Kudos to Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it started to get gloomy. Suddenly things came on rushing in. So much things to think about. Like what Rocket said, I feel like swinging a baseball bat in circles until eventually it hits somebody. Now, I know how you felt back then. Why? What triggered it? I didn't bother. The problem is, I brought it along even to classes. Sorry Puan Fazillah. Didn't mean to. Hope she didn't take it as an offence. I ruled out that she was wrong in her teaching. And the look on her face was, like..how should I put it...aaa..like she was challenged. By me. And the impact...is yet to come I guess. Yuh la, she'll be marking all my work rite? Damnit! So much for the place where I belong. Ah, it'll pass...I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailing along, a few sequences that made me want to run and scream the entire way from here to Timbuctoo! With my hand raised , jiggling in the air.Fuck, today sucks. Could it be more sucking than this?  Well, that's the catch of the day la hoh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on..M'sian Constitutions. OMG! Damn bored. So I wrote something in between the 2 hours slot...not really finished but can do la..the title is &lt;b&gt;The Sky&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky so blue?&lt;br /&gt;no matter how, it stays true,&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't had a clue,&lt;br /&gt;on why the sky is so blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at clouds got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;where could we see the 'silver lining'?&lt;br /&gt;or were 'they' all just crapping?&lt;br /&gt;wait! Who are 'they' in my saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly here and there,&lt;br /&gt;they need not pay any fare,&lt;br /&gt;because the sky is free and it's fair,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry la, we and the birds can always share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sky also hangs the sun,&lt;br /&gt;even behind clouds, he's still the mighty sun,&lt;br /&gt;you can run and have fun in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;yuh, rite! In the future, I'll tell my son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about our loyal satellite,&lt;br /&gt;for eternity hasn't left our sight,&lt;br /&gt;but in the sky, he only shows one side,&lt;br /&gt;the moon, or to me, the king of the nite...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the class was over. Yey! Anyhow, I feel much better now. Maybe it's the blogging la kot. Well genting*bling*bling...you have served me well. That's it lah.I better run. Things might get interesting tomorrow though. Tomorrow horse-riding. Anyway, I didn't have any title for this post. It's so &lt;i&gt;rojak&lt;/i&gt; already. Sorry la, I have left the world of sanity and still haven't found my way back. &lt;i&gt;Nanti la kot&lt;/i&gt;. Not lost, just left. I'll be back. Sabrina, nice seeing you again. And flame...always the gayish thoughts haaa..hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110370040712888019?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110370040712888019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110370040712888019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110370040712888019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110370040712888019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110359943682259995</id><published>2004-12-21T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T12:51:37.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sumtin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/11/6561159/7853143664475m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;|Dee| - the annoyed girl a.k.a the chocolate~ girl&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm up to sumtin'. Don't know yet. But sumtin' lah. Anyway, today must have been sumtin'. I got the chocolate~ I ordered. Dee bought it in Langkawi. One of my favs, After Eight. Heavenly! Sadly, I have to share it. Share &lt;i&gt;ngan&lt;/i&gt; Ed.At least &lt;i&gt;dapat makan&lt;/i&gt;. I remember &lt;i&gt;tawaf&lt;/i&gt;-ing the whole Mid Valley 2 years ago. Trying to find After Eight. And ended up, digesting Kenny Roger's. So much for choc-crave. Yuh la, it drives your sex-drive! Huuuuuu...This one bastard, behind me, is listening to sumtin' in chinese as if he's the only person here. Fuck. I know that some chinese songs are pleasant to my ears, but this one is fuckingly ridicolous. I feel like poking my ears with liquid paper and keep pressing until the whole pack is empty and the fluid freezes up in both my ears! Fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sumtin' to wonder about. Why people are so afraid of confessing their feelings to that particular 'one'? Is it that hard? Mine has never been as hard. Because when you are sincere, why hide the feelings? Unless, you have sumtin' else in mind. Ahhh...thank God, that Ah Beng is taking off. Syukran jazillah. Coming back to it, when they cannot like..express their fondness, then they go to someone only to talk about their feelings. In this case that someone is me lah (duh!). And it's getting to my nerves already. Maybe, it's the age-difference kot? Seniority by age also has price to pay meh? Come and talk to me and I'll only say one thing...go and talk to the girl! Don't come and shower &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; with your love...ergghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dah&lt;/i&gt;. Before I start getting into the details, I should go. Azreen call me? &lt;i&gt;Letih dah tunggu&lt;/i&gt;. So, I'm gone. Off to that place..whatever its name &lt;br /&gt;is...what..aa..B.A? Or sumtin'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/13/57/2497531/469568241174s.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;|&lt;a href="http://quiksilver.maschat.com"target="_blank"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt;| - After 8 share-holder.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110359943682259995?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110359943682259995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110359943682259995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110359943682259995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110359943682259995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/sumtin.html' title='sumtin&apos;'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110353083402454310</id><published>2004-12-20T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T16:28:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erk</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;MM : You must keep a journal. So that you can write things you heard, things you are told about...etc, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Y : Yuh, Sir..I got my own blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MM : No, no...blog is not a journal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Y : Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MM : I mean a learning journal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Y : Blog cannot learn meh? (&lt;i&gt;dalam ati je la&lt;/i&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been the place where I learnt to &lt;i&gt;kutuk² orang&lt;/i&gt; , silently. Haha. Can still learn wut? Cannot learn, my foot! Erk. He's my lecturer. See, &lt;i&gt;kutuk²&lt;/i&gt; silently. Anyway, due to busying myself loitering around doing my stuff, this blog will only be updated like, twice to thrice a week. Can meh? What do I care...last time I checked, this is &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; my blog, and that last time was like 2 sec ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy lately? Tell me about it. So much to read. This one lecturer keeps on reminding us to read his book, and his book could even kill a donkey, if you were to throw it at that poor fellow. Erk. Pity the donkey la hoh. Anyway I feel like ripping his hands and beat the crap out of him with his own bare hands! The book? Errgghh...I read it once and I was &lt;u&gt;BORED&lt;/u&gt; right out of my ass! Erk. My mom told me not to &lt;i&gt;mengeluh²&lt;/i&gt; when it comes to learning. Hmmm...whatever lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got nothing else to talk about. Kinda tired. Been driving here and there. Arsenal won again. Still cannot beat the Blues. Why? Why? Why? Should I turn to the Blues? Erk. Never! Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk. Got to run. Anyway, happy belated bornday to my only sista, Kak Emi, who was on the 18th. And yesterday used to be my father's bornday. He would have been 63 this year. Al-fatihah. May Allah bless his soul.&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/7859912-110353083402454310?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110353083402454310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110353083402454310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110353083402454310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110353083402454310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/erk.html' title='erk'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110325653485162275</id><published>2004-12-17T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:14:26.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lost and found. I lost my words a few weeks ago. Now everything seems to come back again. About time too. So much things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told someone about my blog and how I used to be a rookie writer for Xfresh and that fella replied, '&lt;i&gt;Ya la, macam hang boleh sangat cakap english..&lt;/i&gt; ' WTF? Just because I don't use english, like..all the time doesn't mean that I cannot write in english. Eureka! I've found a total idiot. But pity him lar. So to make him feel goooood about himself, I told him that I lied about the blog, Xfresh stuff.&lt;i&gt;Ye la, kesian dia&lt;/i&gt; . And his reply, '&lt;i&gt;Tengok, kan betoi aku cakap, hang muhong ja...&lt;/i&gt; ' Hmm, yuh rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I've found a place where I belong. Where everything seems to fall into their right places. Where everything moves in the right steps and paces. Where the sun will always shine and make the sky so bluely bright. Where the moon shall rise and glow only to shine forth for the rest of the nite. Even for Pinto. Haaa...I went to the stable yesterday. For horse riding. And the horse's name was Pinto. Actually Pinto is the name of his breed so to make it easier, they named him Pinto. Anyway, he's cool. So sentimental. Always so slow. So basically I've found myself a new kind of friend. And he is a horse. And we are cool. Righto Pinto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found my soulmate. Who is it? I don't know yet. But she's out there. I've put together all the things that I've been thinking for the last 22 years of my life and it's getting clearer. That she's the one. The only two things that are missing are who she is and her whereabouts. Huh? Then how? I don't know. Anyhow, I know that I've found my soulmate and that's that. Buzz off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New found hobby, make somebody else's life miserable. Sorry Dee. That girl is sooo annoyed of me, that the only reply she has for &lt;U&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/U&gt; that I say to her is '&lt;i&gt;BLAH AA!&lt;/i&gt;' Haha...so much for being annoying eh. A piece of advice, '&lt;i&gt;jangan marah², nanti cepat tua.&lt;/i&gt; ' Really meh? Yuh lar, I got people coming to me, saying that at first glance, they thought I was just 18! Not until the IC no. gave it away. Fuck you IC no. Anyway, the moral of the story is, go annoy somebody and you'll look younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'o, the time has found his way to beat me again. Fuck.Anyway, this is me again, who was lost a few weeks ago and was only found a few minutes ago.Lost and found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110325653485162275?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110325653485162275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110325653485162275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110325653485162275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110325653485162275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110291832284356807</id><published>2004-12-13T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:44:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2643686.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'sian Constitutions (...rite aah?) was over, like 20 mins ago. I learned a phrase. Null and void. Hm. Cool. But it was more to, dull and bored. Anyway I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of learning. Tired of guessing. Tired of waiting. Anyway, life is getting much better now. It's not set in stone that I'll be having such free time as this. Puan Zailani is here already. Ayo, next time lah. I'm tired of minimizing, maximizing, lalalala...tired maaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bornday to Che Ah anyway, betul ke today? Hi Edel..peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110291832284356807?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110291832284356807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110291832284356807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110291832284356807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110291832284356807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-110238979826831887</id><published>2004-12-07T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:10:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fuck the server. I updated thrice. Bammm! Cannot connect to server. Anyway happy raya to Sabrina. Sorry, got busy. Azreen, call me. Rocket, did you change your address, can't access it. Patricia, call me. Some more...aaaa...server, fuck you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-110238979826831887?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/110238979826831887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=110238979826831887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110238979826831887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/110238979826831887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/12/fuck_07.html' title='fuck '/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109938476709840320</id><published>2004-11-02T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:52:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Everyone has their own dreams. I have mine. By saying that I couldn't say that I have done all my best to even reach my dreams. And by saying that I wouldn't say that I don't have dreams anymore. Still that doesn't alter the fact that dreams tend to be unfaithful. They tend to leave you only to be replaced by newer version of these so called dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days. I have done nothing. Except browsing thru my FHMs collection. Flipping thru the pages, I couldn't help noticing that Adam King guy. Get that girl, get that yacht, get that car, get that beer, get drunk. So much for conquering dreams huh? Well I dream of becoming a millionaire by selling &lt;i&gt;karipap&lt;/i&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.great-britain.co.uk/towns/london/trafalga.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;/a&gt;. Can aa? Someone is going to do it (..I think), so why not me? Yuh, dream on. Then I read the Shakespeare's Hamlet. Trying to make sense of the theory proposed in one of the Boston Public episodes, that the truly first ever rapper in the history of mankind is the Bard himself. New words, some rhyme some don't and only those 'into' it will generally understand it..so..yuh, maybe he &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; the first original rapper. I even tried to rap it. Having some Eminem's, Tupac's and even 4U2C's as the background themes. Well ok, I suck at it.Then found my form 3 maths book.Browsing thru and realized that I wasn't that bad at maths, algebras, trigonometries,err...ok back to FHM! Then I stopped at August 2003 issue. More of that Adam Kings would generally make me dream of him explaining to me about algebras and trigonometries in Shakespeare's kind of poems, while I persuade, by rapping at 2 talking pigeons to just take my &lt;i&gt;karipap&lt;/i&gt; and leave as I don't accept guano as a payment-kind-of-material. Now, that's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard nothing except my mom nagging &lt;i&gt;'Yen, lauk sahuq dah beli? Yen bila nak pi pasar Ramadan? Yen kucing makan dak gi? Yen mai tolong mama masak..'&lt;/i&gt; . Hmm..mothers. So much for my dream life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm running out of time. My mom just called. &lt;i&gt;'Yen lekaih balik, satgi nak pi pasar Ramadan'&lt;/i&gt; . Hm. I've had it with this stupid dysfunctional mouse anyway. I should leave before I start to curse every now and then. I can curse. Some poeple still do. Even Muslims. But then if I were to curse, then I would be like one of them. Which is not something worth of even a dream! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109938476709840320?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109938476709840320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109938476709840320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109938476709840320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109938476709840320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109852336267053905</id><published>2004-10-23T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:39:07.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Sometimes we just can't hide who we really are..rite? I just could hide no more. Whatever I do, I'm just the same old Yen. Hahaha..meaning that, no more 'the good Yen'..very ggoooodd, I'm getting sick of it. It was &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; not me. I can still blog what..minus the curse and stuff. So, the blog &lt;u&gt;STAYS&lt;/u&gt; as it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I have been here like 5 years. And I learned about nothing else except than life itself. Here is where I grew up. So everything else here grew up with me. Even UTP.Even my friends. Even my life. Well, my life is pretty much the same. So cramped with all the things that should have been on somebody else's shoulders. Anyway, I'm not complaining..what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. There.The only thing that keeps me going each and every single day. "You just have got to stay alive, who knows what the tide might bring ya..". Sounds familiar huh? Tom Hanks - Castaway. Why does he have all the best lines anyway? "Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you'll get inside..". Also his. It must have been great huh, to be Tom Hanks. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thru my so called 'growing up years' I saw..I witnessed a lot of things, that mainly happened here in UTP. But mostly about the people around me. Trying to hide who they really are. They changed their clothes, the way they walk,the way they talk, what the eat, their hair styles/colours..etc. They tried to become somebody that they are not. Hoping that people won't notice the person they are hiding inside. Well, guess what? I &lt;u&gt;DID&lt;/u&gt; notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are these typical malays. Malays that possess all the classic-idiotic behaviours. Dengki orang, cakap besar, perasan bagus...all those stuff.And yet they still try to hide them! They can even claim others to be typical. Say what? Reading FHMs won't make you a non-typical malay. Good in english also won't. Also, playing video games, driving a car, wearing perfumes, wearing designer's, wearing glasses (huh?), drinking whey protein, smoking, watching movies/porns or even listening to hitz dot fm...erghh..I could go a long way here. It's about the way you think. Don't just think ordinarily. Think &lt;u&gt;EXTRA&lt;/u&gt;ordinarily. When will all these poeple realize that they might talk the talk but they just don't walk the walk? Probably never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, not forgetting, those &lt;i&gt;manik²&lt;/i&gt;. Beads. "&lt;i&gt;Bagaimana beta nak bezakan yang mana manik yang mana mutiara? Adakah melalui percakapannya, atau renungannya? Yang penting, adakah si manik itu tahu dirinya manik?"&lt;/i&gt; .Taken from the recently, PGL. People who just don't understand that they don't have what it takes to be doing what they are doing now. They are just not up to the standard. They are just like beads, &lt;i&gt;manik&lt;/i&gt;, I mean compared to &lt;i&gt;mutiara&lt;/i&gt;. They should learn their places. Keep your feet to the ground lar. This line should have been theirs, "&lt;i&gt;..seandainya manik seperti diri patik ini, walau digilap HAUS, tetap malap juga jadinya Tuanku"&lt;/i&gt;. Also from PGL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Kinda harsh huh? And during Ramadhan too. I guess I just can't hide it anymore. To keep my mouth shut and not tell how pathetic all of you have been. Well, that's life..or so they say. Well, at least it reminds me why I wanted to leave this university in the first place. Thanks a million for making my life even greater when I learned that there are people who are more better than me by grades but suck at life! &lt;i&gt;Blaja tinggi² pon , bodo macam tu gak&lt;/i&gt;. Who said that life is unfair? It &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; fair and that my friend, is something that even you couldn't hide from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109852336267053905?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109852336267053905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109852336267053905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109852336267053905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109852336267053905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/hide.html' title='hide'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109834842354584762</id><published>2004-10-21T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:12:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;With respect to Ramadhan, my blog has been changed to look more polite (..more to dull than polite..). No cursing allowed. I guess for the rest of Ramadhan, I won't be updating my blog. No can curse, where's the fun then...aiyayai..I'm going to the so called 'pasar Ramadhan' and it's still raining. Luckily, it's not cats and dogs.Can get wet also mehh...hmmm...I think that my brain is even more active than before 'puase' but then again everything is sooooo in the cursing mode. So no can write.This is when you have EVERYTHING in mind but cannot spill it out. &lt;i&gt;Batal pose wo0o0o00&lt;/i&gt;. Lalalala..bear with me then. This is the polite me. Hi,how do you do? I'm the other Yen, the polite one. Errggghhh...'saba² puase²'. Yey, the rain has stopped...adieu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109834842354584762?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109834842354584762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109834842354584762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109834842354584762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109834842354584762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/respect.html' title='respect'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109822427201278067</id><published>2004-10-20T06:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T06:17:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2741939.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye my fwwhhhhrreennn...see ya next month...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109822427201278067?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109822427201278067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109822427201278067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109822427201278067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109822427201278067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/see-ya.html' title='see ya'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109774926915649378</id><published>2004-10-14T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T06:55:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2679709.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by      :  The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;Album	  :  Borrowed Heaven	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived like she knew nothing lasts, &lt;br /&gt;Didn't care to look like anyone else, &lt;br /&gt;And she was beautiful, so beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;I still hear her laugh like she's here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower it down on all the young, &lt;br /&gt;It isn't so wrong to have such fun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I hope they love you like we do, &lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud to be like you, &lt;br /&gt;Be like you, &lt;br /&gt;(I'll be proud to be like you)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the sun shine up at you when you're looking down, &lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with the others around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got to be better than before, &lt;br /&gt;You don't need to worry now you're gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I hope they love you like we do, &lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud to be like you, &lt;br /&gt;Be like you, &lt;br /&gt;Just like you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I go to sleep at night, &lt;br /&gt;I'll thank you for each blessed thing surrounding me, &lt;br /&gt;For every fall I'll ever break, &lt;br /&gt;Each moment's breath I wanna taste, &lt;br /&gt;Confidence and conscience, &lt;br /&gt;Decadent extravagance, &lt;br /&gt;Never ending providence, &lt;br /&gt;For loving when I had the chance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, &lt;br /&gt;I hope they love you like we do, &lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud to be like you, &lt;br /&gt;Forever angel, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud to be like you, &lt;br /&gt;Be like you, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud to be like you..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109774926915649378?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109774926915649378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109774926915649378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109774926915649378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109774926915649378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/angel.html' title='angel'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109769555083764976</id><published>2004-10-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T14:58:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fume</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2672547.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This pic is taken in a desperate search of even a single mosquito (..yuh,rite!).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the mating season again.Mosquitoes lar.An orgy-phenomenon that drove a mini van equipped with 2 guys here, one with that bbrrrhhhh-thingy, the other with a pair of sunglasses.Geeee...I wonder what that dude did when his friend was busying himself bbbrrrrhhhhhh-ing around.Maybe his sunglasses got those movement-detector where he could see the mosquitoes flying around.Or it might work like a mosquitoes radar."*Tuut* Tuut*...there got one,bbrrrhhhh there!"..hahaha I wish.So the guy went fogging..like the whooollleee UTP.As if there's an outbreak.O'o..is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, he seemed to love his job, walking around in the fumes.And leaving the scene of the crime with a hideous smell! What did they put in that thing..that bbrrrhhhh-thingy anyway? God! I think the mosquitoes die because of the smell lar hoh..not the chemical-reaction-or-whatsoever.&lt;i&gt;Bau macam tu,gajah pon mampos!&lt;/i&gt; Huh, I hate fogging.From the very first day I knew, bbrrrhhhh-ing around like that is called fogging.I curse the day I set my eyes on this fogging and stuff! Now I wonder how a mosquito would describe its hatred towards fogging.With that kind of smell, I'm with you MosQ..hoolleerrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back at the balcony, all my clothes (..yuh, we dry our laundries on the balcony)  smell like perrggghhhh..like death-by-fogging mosquitoes.Errgghhhh! And that my friend, is not a decent smell! Fuck.And it will take like 1 week before those could smell Dynamoly well! Or people would go like, "Is something burning?" when you are around.Sheeessshhh..Couldn't they just jumble up something that smell far more better than that? It's the 21st century lar..for crying out loud! Where national-car engines caught fire in the lab is already a common thing! Yuh,rite, they can't even prevent landslides at the highways, &lt;i&gt;lagi nak mintak fogging wangi²&lt;/i&gt; .Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, when you see two dedicated middle-aged guys, one with a mosquitoes radar resting on his nose and ears; take all you belongings that are on the balcony into your room, close your windows, get the hell out of the room and drive yourself to Ipoh! Because, if you are caught in the &lt;u&gt;fumes&lt;/u&gt;, you'll be &lt;u&gt;fumed&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109769555083764976?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109769555083764976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109769555083764976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109769555083764976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109769555083764976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/fume.html' title='fume'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109760549109697213</id><published>2004-10-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:49:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2661290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.So, I evaluated..aaa...myself.Someone did ask me about my profile anyway.So I jotted down some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm      : &lt;br /&gt;Azrin Abbas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy : &lt;br /&gt;..when I can still breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like   : &lt;br /&gt;...it quiet in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy  : &lt;br /&gt;Anchalee Sarah Hastings' (Angie) hair in the FHM September Issue. (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love   : &lt;br /&gt;My mom and my cat, Porsche (...he's gone though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  : &lt;br /&gt;..basically about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave  : &lt;br /&gt;..for beemers, Donna Karan's Cashmere Mist, Dave Deli's chicken lasagna, anything in blue;white;black;cream;and maroon, Swatch, Chacos, Twisties, butter cookies, cheese cakes, Toblerone, After 8, Hershey's Kiss, Magnum, Viennetta,Mcflurry,Cornetto Royale and Nescafe.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear   : &lt;br /&gt;Nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream  : &lt;br /&gt;..of bungee-jumping from the Eiffel Tower (tre bien!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan   : &lt;br /&gt;..to challenge whatever the future might hold for me.Bring it on!Hell,yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate   : &lt;br /&gt;..minding in other people's business, people who are late, people who talk behind me, people who don't have their own identities, boasters, crowded places, traffic jams, stupid drivers, NATO(No.Action.Talk.Only) suckers, wearing glasses, my siblings and siestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observe: &lt;br /&gt;..people.Not just girls...people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer : &lt;br /&gt;RL Polo Blue, Higher Dior and definitely,Armani Mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read   : &lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare's, Tintin, &lt;a href="http://www.theheartofgold.org/jumpstation/links.html" target="_blank"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/a&gt; , Einstein's, The Star Newspaper, dictionaries, quality novels and definitely FHMs-all the way!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch  : &lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants, Futurama, Mr.Bean, Scrubs, Friends, NGEO, DISC. and movies,good ones only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss   : &lt;br /&gt;My father.Al-fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't  : &lt;br /&gt;..breakfast, smoke, do clubbing, stare at people, sleep well, do Friendster and pink(..erggh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen : &lt;br /&gt;..to &lt;a href="http://www.carbonleaf.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carbon Leaf&lt;/a&gt; nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire : &lt;br /&gt;P. Ramlee, Einstein, Leonardo Da Vinci, cool buildings, drawings, Gundams and tasty food.Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope : &lt;br /&gt;..for the comebacks of Thundercats, Saber Rider, Voltron, Robotech, Manimal, MacGyver and those Fantaghiro flicks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have :&lt;br /&gt;..left the world of sanity and now seem to be having a problem in finding my way back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish :&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: If you couldn't see the comment link,try refreshing the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109760549109697213?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109760549109697213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109760549109697213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109760549109697213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109760549109697213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109756172812461079</id><published>2004-10-12T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:04:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2655014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Reeve, the actor who played the role of the most celebrated superhero in comic history, Superman had a heart attack last Saturday which sent him into a coma.The next day he died.Anyhow he will be remembered as the one who succeeded in bringing The Man of Steel onto the silver screen.His death concluded all the other deaths related to actors of Superman,who were said to be under The Curse of Superman.All actors who acted as Superman would eventually face tragedies that will show that they are non other than just mortal humans.However,the curse seems to have two survivors,for now..The lead guy of the famous Superman miniseries,Dean Cain and the newly crowned;the new Superman in the making,Smallville's lead actor,Tom Welling.&lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever it didn't alter the fact that Superman was,is and will always be the most celebrated,recognized or even fancied superhero in comic history.Superman has always been the people's champion.Mine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109756172812461079?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109756172812461079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109756172812461079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109756172812461079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109756172812461079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/superman.html' title='superman'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109741787138433773</id><published>2004-10-10T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:43:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2213747.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The day has come.The day that has been waited for so long.The day when everything shall be put back into their places.The day that was mentioned in the prophecy.The day is now!The return of a king!Welcome back, Sire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109741787138433773?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109741787138433773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109741787138433773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109741787138433773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109741787138433773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/day_10.html' title='the day'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109712511762353118</id><published>2004-10-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:29:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>less</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2600143.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something less ordinary..yup!I woke up late yesterday,missed all my classes,took a bath and went to Ipoh!With Mas,Iki and Bert.Hmm..and definitely, it was fun.Hahaha...I should be doing this everyday, so that going to classes then..would be something less ordinary..hell yeah!!Annyywwaayy..they did some shopping(..hey not me..).Some stuff for their coming dinner.The Annual EE(Electric-and-everything-that-has-got-to-do-with-it Enthusiasts) Dinner.Yuh &lt;i&gt;larr&lt;/i&gt;..final year students..got dinner here and there..being celebrated and ass-worshipped here and there..hahaha!And we even catched a movie.The old-ass, Jackie Chan's, 'The New Police Story'.It was to me...so and so..but definitely so much better compared to  our 'Gerak-Khas-The-movie-or-whatsoever'.The story-line?Watch it yourself!No, I'm not telling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is something that's not even close to less ordinary but worth sharing.I found a poster here in UTP and I'm not going to mention which one and what announcement that it carries.What I'm going to mention is that one of the lines in the poster is written as "&lt;i&gt;IT 'S&lt;/i&gt; must be great and of course very touching.".Please bear in mind that I am not that &lt;u&gt;hard&lt;/u&gt; for changing other's masterpiece just to make it look ridicolous.This is the original piece.And believe it or not, it was written by a final year student!After 5 years cracking that sucked up little mind, still..English is...foreign!Hahaha..to that son of a bitch..good luck!And one more thing...find a moment to get to know yourself!If you are so fuckingly stupid in even using English correctly..take my advice.Don't!It will be so extremely hilarious and godlikely stupid!Come on &lt;i&gt;laar&lt;/i&gt;, I know you are just trying to be cool and impress the chicas and all(..yuh,some people do that..) with your so-called 'words' and ended up being so awesomely ridicolous!Well done dude!I &lt;u&gt;DO&lt;/u&gt; envy you!Idiot!&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the examples that this university, &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;niversiti &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;unjuk &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;andai is full of people who think that they know something that is nothing but something that they think is something but actually is something that is nothing!Get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a result of knowing themselves &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.Opening their minds &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.Spending time to think &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.Respecting people &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.Definitely doing something, less ordinary &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.I should have written &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;.Hey,I updated my blog at least,more or &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&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/7859912-109712511762353118?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109712511762353118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109712511762353118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109712511762353118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109712511762353118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/less.html' title='less'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109707935639520452</id><published>2004-10-06T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:57:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A tribute to one of my oldest friends, &lt;i&gt;Azreen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it happened only yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;when you packed your bags and walked away,&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't much for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;I wished you didn't leave and with me you would stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you forgot what I said the other day,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm here, with you, only to stay,&lt;br /&gt;now it all seems like light years away,&lt;br /&gt;when you took your heart and turned away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;you know nothing else matters but you,&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I can't even breathe without thinking of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished you'd come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;we could work it out rather than let it be,&lt;br /&gt;what more could I do to make you see,&lt;br /&gt;that you and I are really meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me now and hear me this,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live upholding the memories,&lt;br /&gt;without you, I wouldn't be at any peace,&lt;br /&gt;so please come back to me, come back please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;if you said you don't, then you are a liar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be only here if you need me ever,&lt;br /&gt;take as much time as you need dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as I am here, truly, yours forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?Of course I am not addressing this to her.I was only writing it on her behalf.Been there,done that.So I know the feeling as well.This good friend of mine,broke off with her boy a few months ago.The 2-years-beautifully-earned relationship just went *poof*.It's not you Azreen, it's him(hahaha..sounds familiar??).It's not her that I'm worried about.It's her boy.Or should I say her ex-boy, that I'm worried about.I doubt that he would ever be able to replace her with anyone.Or anything.She is smart,sensitive,cool,'grunge' and the list seems to go on and on.So to the boy, you don't know what you are missing here.So regroup dude!Rethink or do something,before she takes off!And to Azreen, I don't need to say anything, you know your stuff anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was boring.Nothing happened.Hopefully today would bring something less ordinary.Well, funny isn't it.I haven't cursed.Fuck!There.I'm up to something.Hmm..I still don't know what it is but I'll figure it out..somehow(yeah,right..).It should be something about photography.Something to upload in here.Anyway,there's a hectic week ahead.Not just me,but almost all the members of the Genting Clan.&lt;i&gt;Biasa la, hujung sem..&lt;/i&gt;..the phrase of the week.Damn.It's getting nearer and nearer.Would I be ready then...how should I know, it hasn't arrived yet.Believe me,when it has, I'll know and eventually, you'll know as well...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I read a book earlier on by Tony Buzan.The famous founder of the Mind Map.The mind-mapping technique?Never heard of him..?So what, like I care..anyway I'm too sleepy to even write the title of the book.But he got some good points,though.Maybe some other time.I should be sleeping..huargghhh..&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/7859912-109707935639520452?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109707935639520452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109707935639520452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109707935639520452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109707935639520452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/azreen.html' title='Azreen'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109676267503610881</id><published>2004-10-03T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:09:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say..what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2213751.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I haven't posted for quite some time.Still that didn't alter the fact that a lot of things happened.The past 3 weekends,I have been in KL.Oh God,travelling sucks.Either driving or driven.But I encountered a few scenes that to me, were worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Act 1.Scene1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Puduraya&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress: Yen/stupid counter Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Akak,tiket bas ke Lumut ada lagi tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Mende dik?Tak dengar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Tiket.Bas.Lumut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Ooo..semua dah abis la dik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Petangnyer pon dah abis gak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Aaaa..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:PETANG NI NYER tiket pon abis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Petang ni?Ada gi banyak...adik nak berapa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Kalau camtu,kasik tiket tuk petang ni satu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Satu? ..(nodded and started to print the ticket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Ooo..so kiranyer yang malam ni dah abis la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Lumut?Malam ni?Ada gi..  &lt;i&gt;(say..what?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Aik?Tadik kata suma dah abis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Apa?Habis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:KATA TIKET SUMA ABIS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Ooo..abis tu esok.Ari ni belambak gi ada..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y:La..saya nak ari ni nyer bukan esok...kasik tiket malam la kalau camtu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Haaa?Esok?Malam?Dah abis la...tak paham ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Malam NI, bukan esok.Akak ni pekak badak la...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:SAPA PEKAK BADAK? ..&lt;i&gt;(what the fuck?!!That one she heard...damn..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:KASIK TIKET MALAM NI KE LUMUT.SORANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the price boards next to me when I asked for the ticket.Trying to hide the guilt &lt;i&gt;la konon&lt;/i&gt;.So then she printed the ticket and handed it to me with a look that 'I was supposed to be afraid with'.Yeah, nice try.I handed the money and the change handed back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Akak..bffekefsdlmrtkermfglkjrtjwjpirtkldfj..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Aper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:uryeoriepotjfdkjuqwoewo[oasjksjdiejri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L?Aper?Tak dengar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Akak ni confirm..PEKAK BADAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:Ish BUDAK ni...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood up&lt;i&gt;(behind the counter lar)&lt;/i&gt; and I hovered myself away from the counter,gave her a smile and left.YES!!!Of course I was mumbling then, if you were wondering...just to get back at her...muahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Act 1.Scene 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location:Just outside Masjid Jamek.&lt;br /&gt;Actors:Yen and one Crazy Fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: &lt;i&gt;(What the fuck is this guy doing?Standing here..staring at me?Fuck!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:(Still standing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:&lt;i&gt;(What??Did I do something wrong?Why is he staring at me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Allop kawan..tanya sket boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Hmm?Boley...takde halnyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Apa pasai lu duduk sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:Haa?Atas benteng ni?Aa..aaa...penat la.Itu pasai duduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Ooo..penat aa..ok,ok..apa pasai penat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:&lt;i&gt;(Huh?What the fuck..)&lt;/i&gt; ..aaa..tadik jalan dari pudu sana sampai sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Aiya!Itu pon penat kaa??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:&lt;i&gt;(Ni pehal emo lak nih)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Wa aa..sudah empat tahun jalan sana sini tadak penat maa..wa kuat o0o0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:&lt;i&gt;(Hmm..this is weird...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Lu gila ka...muda² sudah penat ini macam..cepat mampoii o0o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:&lt;i&gt;(Say..what??)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF:Apa la..muda² suda gila,suda penat,apa macmbla..bla..blabalablablabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear much after that as he turned and walked away.Addressing to everybody in his way how crazy and tired I was.Damn.As he was leaving,I noticed that he was wearing a blue-short-sleeves-shirt with white stripes,not too seasoned..a black pants with few patches at the back and...no shoes!!Damn!!Fuck!&lt;i&gt;Orang gila maaaa&lt;/i&gt;!What the fuck?!!I was talking to an insane individual and he even called me &lt;i&gt;gila&lt;/i&gt;.And me,being so stunned..I guess with his 'crazy' questions and replies,didn't even bother to look at him carefully.Who was the crazy one then?Fuck!Whaaaattt...???He looked decent, except the no-shoes-thingy..hahaha..damn!Could it be crazier than this?What a day it was!Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayyy...moral of the stories..don't argue with a &lt;i&gt;pekak badak&lt;/i&gt; lady, because she might hear you(huh?) and never say you are tired to any &lt;i&gt;orang gila&lt;/i&gt; because you might be called &lt;i&gt;gila&lt;/i&gt; by aa..aaa..a &lt;i&gt;orang gila&lt;/i&gt;(huh?) &lt;br /&gt;Argh..whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109676267503610881?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109676267503610881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109676267503610881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109676267503610881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109676267503610881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/10/saywhat.html' title='say..what?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109420034048794742</id><published>2004-09-03T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T16:32:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2213677.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm leaving..on..a jet plane,don't know when I'll be back again..lalalala..'.Basically this is the last day I'll be here.Cuti &lt;i&gt;meh&lt;/i&gt;.So basically I don't know when I'll be back here.So to all ma' fhhwwrreeennss(as how kabi would have said it..)..sayonara.Kudos to everyone.Hard feelings?Nada.At least to me,nada.To you guys..sorry..if it means anything.Long live Genting Clan..hell yeah!!Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109420034048794742?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109420034048794742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109420034048794742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109420034048794742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109420034048794742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/09/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109411805974273082</id><published>2004-09-02T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:47:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2213675.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a season to be jolly..tralalalala..lalalala", too early for Christmas eh?Not to some Pro-Anwar.Maybe their days are already snowing!The-bisexual-stupid-ex-deputy-prime-minister was released earlier today.After six years.Congrates.And the celebrations by Pro-Anwar are overwhelming.Other Pros, mainly,Pro-BN,Pro-Goverment or even Pro-Big-Nosed-former-PM(as someone would say it..)are now swallowing the fact.I heard the news from a friend while I was reading a post about Haiku by &lt;i&gt;viewtru&lt;/i&gt; (check out the 'taikos' links..)So I came out with a haiku of my own,regarding the so-much-talked-about historical event.'Dodge this' viewtru:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big baboon freed,&lt;br /&gt;Some monkeys feel joy;some don't,&lt;br /&gt;To hell!All of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's free!So what?Be it Mahathir,or Anwar or Nik Aziz or even Pak Lah.I don't give a damn shit!Those 'old folks' have been crapping all over us for ages already.Some people of the newer generation seem to be bored with all of these shits.I concur!Hell yeah!There's a saying that goes,'Bring me ten young men and I will rule the world'!Not 'Bring me..aaa..ten 57-78 years old men and they'll crap all over us!'..duh!If there's news about a younger PM is appointed,then,tell me about it!If there's news about another party(new one..not those putera-puteri-thingy) in the making,for the newer generation,then,tell me about it!If it IS JUST about the release of an OLD guy who lost his balls to the nation just at the gap of the size of a grain,before he reached his ultimate-goal..then..keep it to your sucked up little mind!None of my concern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,to all the Pro-Anwar,it's still too early to celebrate.Those 'good friends' of the guy,who's ass has been worshipped by all of you for the last six years..must have their own evil plans.So enjoy it while you still can.To the 'good friends'..my God,leave that guy alone!He needs some time to be with his wife(and Sukma...oppss).Some of us are already yawning even over the release.Not to mention,all the coming-comments by other 'old folks'.WTF!Bozos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109411805974273082?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109411805974273082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109411805974273082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109411805974273082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109411805974273082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-what_02.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109410633634891181</id><published>2004-09-02T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:33:25.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2213749.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is running out.I haven't got much time.What do I do in the mean time?Should I wait for the time to come?Or I just should lay back and let the time flow?Oh God, this time..I'm screwed.BIG TIME!I mean BIIGG TIIMMEE!!Next time,I should be more careful over things.If there would be.. THE next time(duh..!).This is the first time, I feel so ridicolous.The only time I feel so fuckin'ly wasted!The time,I mean..so wasted.There was this one time when everything was going well.So fine..as if the time stood still.Then came,the time when everything was SOO not in their places.I could write about all those time.But it would very much take that SO-precious time of yours,a lot!So not this time,idiots!Maybe some other time.Anyway,I'm running out of ideas in using 'time' in every sentence.At least,at any point of time,I didn't use any of them at the end of my sentences.Then I would be going like,my time is running out.Time.I haven't got much time.Time.WTF?Time.Fuck!Stop it this time!&lt;br /&gt;Last time,I wrote it that way,with 'you know' at the end of every sentence.When you read it,it was kinda fun at the first time.Then at some point of time you felt so..godlikely-stupid!Don't blame me for your amazingly-large-in-amount stupidity and your time lost.Why didn't you take your time to browse the post through?So learn from your mistake..do not be fooled the next time.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm messing with your time now(again!...duh!)Haha...anyhow,I had my time.But I won't be crying like..'if I could turn back the hand of time(got hand huh all this while?Ayo..)'.Because,I'll be spending my time wiser(not like you,losers..),and the best time of my life..is yet to come...wallaaa..till next time..adios,amigos,BOZOS..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109410633634891181?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109410633634891181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109410633634891181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109410633634891181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109410633634891181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/09/time_02.html' title='time'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109401710081131106</id><published>2004-09-01T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T00:53:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://srv.fotopages.com/2/2205552.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to a friend of mine who loves to say 'You know?' at the end of his sentences,I will also include a lot of 'You know?s' in this post.You know?.I went to watch PGL yesterday.You know?'Puteri Gunung Ledang'.You know?The one with Tiara Jacquelina and M.Nasir.You know?Hmmm...it's getting on to my nerves.You know?This you-know-thingy.You know?Anyway,the movie(to me..) was great!You know?Why?You know?M.Nasir was no mistake.You know?He delivered his character..like..a Hang-Tuahly well.You know?And Dato' Rahim Razali as the Bendahara(equals to today's PM)was simply brilliant!You know?Tiara as Gusti Puteri aka Puteri Gunung Ledang..well...kind of..okay(it's her movie...get it?)and the come-backs by Azmil Mustapha(he was THE Ali Setan),Sofia Jane(she was THE Perempuan,Isteri dan Jalang..) and Melissa Saila(aa..aaa..Mat Despatch?) were also like..perfect-timing.You know?We went like..Wow..Azmil Mustapha..Sofia Jane..mmpphh..Melissa Saila..huh?.You know?You don't know?You know?WTF!!How could he stand it?'You know' all the time?Fuck him.Ok..back to the world of no 'You know?s'..PGL?I recommend it to those who never seem to be interested in reading Malays' histories or legends or fairy tales or anything that is connected to Gunung Ledang..haha..Go,sit,watch and please..shut the hell up!Yesterday..it was like watching it at a fun fair.I could hear babies crying,handphones ringing(for the trillion-th times,PLEASE silence your handphones..!),kids running(what the...?)and lastly,the most unforgivable behaviour in a cinema..TALKING!THERE WERE PEOPLE TALKING!IN THE CINEMA!TALKING!TAK PENAH TENGOK WAYANG KAAA?BASTARD!The rest..was good.I mean the movie larr...Go.Support larr movie kita sama.The good ones horr...not all those low-quality-vcd-kind-of-movies.Oh yuh..I've added a few more links belonging to the Genting Clan's members.We are getting an official tee..yey..anyway I'm not going to do all the introduction and stuff.Click a link and see it for yourself.One more thing..don't click on the archives(as if I have SO many posts...)..not so yet.I seem to be having problem in directing it to the previous posts.So just read whatever that appears on your monitor,damnit!Just hold your lust of minding in somebody else's life for a little more while.I'll figure it out..aaa..somehow..whatever.Well,I'm done.Maybe later..I'll write some more.What?Takde idea?Not really..I'm just bored..with all of you busy-bodies.Get a life laa...seriously..haha..Sayonara,bozos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109401710081131106?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109401710081131106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109401710081131106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109401710081131106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109401710081131106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-know.html' title='You know?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109172278197736424</id><published>2004-08-19T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T01:06:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proven</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...now you see?I'm NOT soooo...into blogging.When was the last time I updated my blog?Like a million years ago!So there, I rest my case!No need to elaborate on what does the topic suggest!!Well, a lot happened actually, but I just didn't have the 'mood' to sit down and spend my precious time typing on this computer so that you could read it!Why bother?It was me who went through all those things that happened, right?Haha..So then you would be asking..'Why bother blogging?'...right?The answer..because I could!So what?Anyway, to satisfy your need of minding in somebody else's life..I will write some of the things that happened.Happy now?To kick it off...I found out that some of the 'Genting Clan' members have already owned their own blogs.Welcome to the real world!Where people love to read about how a stranger lives his life!Well, I won't be putting up their links as yet..because I don't actually remember their addressess!As I could recall it,theirs do not rhyme..so they are not catchy enough, so I don't remember them..huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went to Putra Stadium in Bukit Jalil.For the final of the-so-much-talked-about Akademi Fantasia 2.And the winner was Zahid.I like that guy.He has got 'the moves'...you know what I mean?He has got 'the grooves on'...still I didn't even vote for him.Who cares?They were millions of people out there who would very much like to sacrifice their phones' credits so that Zahid would come out as the winner!And he did!So, might as well I just sit down and enjoy the show, right?And I did!Haha..The sound quality was poor though...I couldn't hear the songs very well, and the echoes...OH MY GOD!Did the production crews ever give a thought about the echoes??!!As if I was watching the concert being held in The Grand Canyon!Hmmm...anyway, it was fun.To feel the atmosphere, to be part of the show, to be able to hear the echoes...it was fun,really..And not forgetting...the girls!Oh man, metropolitan girls!Damn!There &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; something about metropolitan girls that always left me wondering..Where did they come from?What did they eat to make they look so damn good!!??What make-up did they use?Well, I could do this all day...so to conclude it, long live metropolitan girls!!Hell yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coming back to the world of sanity, this unforgiving university will be helding its none-of-my-concern Convofair.A fair during the Convocation..thus, Convofair,so lame huh?It's scheduled for this weekend.So a million years after this weekend I will tell you how it goes..k?Hmmm...what else?I don't think that I have anything else in mind..so that's the lot!Not much really,so what?At least I updated my blog.The next time I'm here, I would be putting up the links of the other members and maybe some other things for you busy-bodies to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I take off,let's hear it one more time, long live metropolitan girls!HELLL YYEEAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109172278197736424?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109172331192764573</id><published>2004-08-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:08:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived</title><content type='html'>Wow...I'm still typing!That's an improvement.I never thought that I would still take care of this blog.Hardly I know myself now..what went wrong??Hmmm..maybe it's because I have told some of my oldest friends.In other words I invited them.So I somehow must show my gratitude by actually updating my blog..*sigh*..What have I got myself into?Anyway..to you guys who stopped by..please leave at least a comment.At least I know that you were here..k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, I should be sleeping.With my fever still going steady..I don't intend to say much.Thank God!Yuh..I'm saying it on your behalf..aight..adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109172331192764573?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109172331192764573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109172331192764573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109172331192764573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109172331192764573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/08/survived.html' title='Survived'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109170312211359796</id><published>2004-08-05T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:10:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole away</title><content type='html'>Practically..this post stole my time away!I have been here for quite a while just to republish my blog with this post in it.Refreshing the page,refreshing..going..going..going..baammm!502:Unable to reach the page.Damn!Well anyway its' up now so I'm cool.Still it stole away a fragment of my lifetime.Very small,though..so let's not be fussy over it.K..I managed to add another link.It belongs to Ayqa.An Xfresher.Check it out.Her blog is provided by the leading teen community in the net,Xfresh.I'm also an Xfresher.That's how I stumbled upon her blog.She doesn't know me, though..haha..So if you want to check it out, just be quick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fever hasn't reside.I'm still coughing all the way.You know coughs can kill your appetite?They don't?Well, mine certainly has been murdered out cold.I ate two buns only for my lunch and it was one hell of a time!I could barely swallow them with the coughs and all.Hmmm..I'll stick with something fluidly-like for dinner.Maybe some chicken soup...wahhh..God my stomach growls..Be patient my lad, your time shall arise...My so called roomate,Pae, just got back from his class.Starts to type and laughs.What the hell??Hmmm..maybe he's up to something.Haha..if he IS up to something..he'll post it in his blog...so please don't waste your time trying to figure it out, otherwise all my efforts to publish this post shall be in vain!!Read this post!!It stole my time away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,Kamal was so busy today.I went to his room earlier only to find him with his friends discussing something.And he said earlier he got no class today.So chill out dude,it's your free day for crying out loud!!Oh man..to me everyday IS a free day.Now I know where he managed to pull out that 'deanlist-thingy' every semester.Maybe I could learn one thing or two from this guy.Yuh..right..like I want to..Hey,every man for his life..I certainly has that privilege..and I'm holding to it..haha..maybe Kamal should learn one thing or two from me..right?Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul?Out of my radar.I hardly see him.He's out since 8 am (geee..did he take a bath?)This morning was freaking cold!Anyway..I haven't actually had the time to talk with him.You know..guy to guy,chilling moment..yuh, whatever.Huh!I'm getting goose bumps already.Well,it 's something common to not to run into any off your housemates (yuh, Zul and I ARE housemates..)during the week.This sickening university seems to be taking lots of our time during the week..lectures,tutorials,lab sessions,assignments,extra classess..you name it,we have it..So maybe I'll run into Zul later tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,I haven't introduced, the rest of the clan.The so-infamous 'Genting' clan.Later I guess.I really need to walk around.I've been sitting on this forsaken chair for quite some time.Before my sorry ass got cramped, I better take off.This post stole a fragment of my time away..but I would very much want to keep my ass,thank you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/7859912-109170312211359796?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109170312211359796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109170312211359796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109170312211359796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109170312211359796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/08/stole-away.html' title='Stole away'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109167661247312431</id><published>2004-08-05T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:12:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I've managed to complete the template so that I could have links and they open on new windows.Nothing much really..I found the commands in the HELP section.Yuh..ok, like you care..ok,got the message.Anyway.,I managed to find,for the time being, only 3 blogs that belong to my friends.The number, I assume would very much increase as I haven't told any of my 'oldest friends' yet.Hopefully they have their own blogs.So to introduce..I don't want to actually, but the topic suggests that this post introduces..so bare with me..here we go..the first one belongs to Faizal aka 'Pae da' Man'(Faizal!!??What the *toot*..), my roomate since my first year here in UTP.I don't want to talk much about him as I have to, ONLY, introduce(did you read the topic??)..so if you want to know more about this cool fella..click the link and the next 5 minutes would actually..aaaa...let's not even go there k..Check it out yourself! The second one belongs to one of the..aa..what's the word..'sweetest'? OH MY GOD!No!!!one of the calmest..haa..calmest person I've ever met.Kamal(Kamal??Say..what now??!!).He never got himself into others' affairs and seems to be 'mentally-occupied', all the time.Still,he lost his handphone.What model?Ask him yourself.You see,being good has its price.So..don't be good!The third one belongs to whom I call..The King of Miri.Zulhardy(prefers the nick 'Zul' than 'Ady'..I wonder why..??).A football maniac.He's from Miri.Why..'The King'?How should I know!It just popped out of my mouth..geee..I'm suppossed to introduce only..So that's about it(for now,I guess..).You want to know more, click on their links.Anything that you might encounter..none of my responsibilities!K..click them at your own risks.If something happened to you..I don't care!!La la la..that's the end of my introductions.I'm wasting my time here on the net..waiting for these guys to come back from their classess.God..I'm starving.Hmm...I wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109167661247312431?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109167661247312431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109167661247312431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109167661247312431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109167661247312431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859912.post-109165899688907616</id><published>2004-08-05T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:24:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling*bling?</title><content type='html'>Hola...my first blog.Firstly..what's with the name?Genting*Bling*Bling?More likely to be 'Pening*Blank*Blank'.Hmmm..actually I'm a part of a clan.A clan so famous that they even have their own channel in the IRC.The Genting Clan! And the famous channel, obviously..#genting.Despite the overwhelming popularity, the channel IS only available at the UTPchat Server,though.Haha..sorry.*Bling*Bling?You would probably have heard it somewhere or read it somewhere.It is usually written as bling-bling(duh!) and mine is written *Bling*Bling..Just for the gimmick.It sounds the same,so what?The meaning?Well I haven't actually found the most definite meaning for bling-bling but as I could understand it, bling-bling is all the accessories that hip-hop artists/rappers wear and those things look shiny and stuff...so..bling-bling!Yuh, whatever!!Enough with the introduction..anyway, I chose the name because it rhymes!Catchy isn't it?Genting and *Bling*Bling...*Bling*Bling and Genting..You don't think so?Haha..I don't care what you think,it's my blog,not yours.So I can call it anything I want.Zip it and just keep on reading..Secondly, I don't know if I would be able to update this blog of mine so if you drop by later and it has not been updated..please feel free NOT to bug me to update it.Your concern is very much appreciated,thank you.Lastly, I've got to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:You know 'the clan',the Genting clan, has not even been to Genting as a clan.Individually;I haven't been to Genting myself.Who cares?It's still a cool name..and it does rhyme..Genting*Bling*Bling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859912-109165899688907616?l=gentingblingbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/feeds/109165899688907616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859912&amp;postID=109165899688907616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109165899688907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859912/posts/default/109165899688907616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gentingblingbling.blogspot.com/2004/08/blingbling.html' title='Bling*bling?'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
