<?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-4122575312891501637</id><updated>2011-12-28T07:42:10.135-08:00</updated><category term='His-story'/><category term='Around and about'/><category term='Life as i see it'/><category term='Alter ego'/><title type='text'>chicken soup for the soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7976528772484651960</id><published>2011-12-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:42:10.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Points Dropped</title><content type='html'>I watch the highlight over and over again when Arsenal win, but not even bother looking at the news when they don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How selfish can i be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to discuss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7976528772484651960?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7976528772484651960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7976528772484651960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7976528772484651960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7976528772484651960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-points-dropped.html' title='2 Points Dropped'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5785135575329421007</id><published>2011-12-22T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:12:08.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>Complex product have no reason to exist other then to skirt regulations. People don't understand them and they are design to take advantage of people's mental biases and misunderstanding of some classes of the risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5785135575329421007?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5785135575329421007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5785135575329421007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5785135575329421007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5785135575329421007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1666971431615171397</id><published>2011-12-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:39:54.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelas Kau Jah!</title><content type='html'>Smile when you can, apologize when you should, forget what you cant change. Life's too short to be anything but happy peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381938_10151050193035304_72760510303_22125710_1286154305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 441px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381938_10151050193035304_72760510303_22125710_1286154305_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1666971431615171397?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1666971431615171397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1666971431615171397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1666971431615171397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1666971431615171397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/12/kelas-kau-jah.html' title='Kelas Kau Jah!'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5634305996492502549</id><published>2011-08-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:26:49.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Gooner's Diary</title><content type='html'>Friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True friends will always be by your side whether you are right or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True friends will always be by your side wether you are right or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5634305996492502549?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5446741539910779562</id><published>2011-05-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:35:45.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>All Rounder</title><content type='html'>Its weird enough when you going to Paris with a dude let again with four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5446741539910779562?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5446741539910779562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5446741539910779562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5446741539910779562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5446741539910779562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-rounder.html' title='All Rounder'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7615329081705102507</id><published>2011-05-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:40:50.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Qu8RPvhP-U" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah kata, ni lagu favorite tok wan aku. Rindu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7615329081705102507?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7615329081705102507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7615329081705102507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7615329081705102507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7615329081705102507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/05/stella-effect.html' title='Stella Effect'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-Qu8RPvhP-U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2991574185587204965</id><published>2011-04-28T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:11:56.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Leaving On a Not So Jetplane</title><content type='html'>London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2991574185587204965?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2991574185587204965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2991574185587204965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2991574185587204965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2991574185587204965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/04/leaving-on-not-so-jetplane.html' title='Leaving On a Not So Jetplane'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-965294972131058086</id><published>2011-03-30T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:08:44.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Shallow Mellow</title><content type='html'>As much as I been given so many good advice by others, I still wanted to do things the way I intended. It might seems stubborn for some, but you might wanna see it from a different angle. And, if its too much for you, you and you to really comprehend the way I do and understand things, just mind your own business and I'll be happy to walk pass by without you even noticing. You can bark all you you want, but i wont change one bit if I don't see any logical explanation in doing so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* is currently having a long relationship...with his work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-965294972131058086?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/965294972131058086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=965294972131058086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/965294972131058086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/965294972131058086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/03/shallow-mellow.html' title='Shallow Mellow'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5203146728521041791</id><published>2011-03-29T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:05:19.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Comprehend</title><content type='html'>Sorry, did my back hurt your knife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5203146728521041791?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5203146728521041791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5203146728521041791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5203146728521041791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5203146728521041791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/03/comprehend.html' title='Comprehend'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4211753025402785796</id><published>2011-03-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:57:17.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Redneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny when you were in a working society, all you know was to talk about work related topics. Work loads, red tape, paycheck, taxes, EPF, all those topic that seems remote and alien to you a few years back. No matter you were hanging out at a bar, having dinner with your friends, chit chatting with your girlfriend or even on the phone with your spouses, the subject wouldn’t stray too far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there’s an occasional talk in between about football or tsunami or anything rather then what happened in your office cycle, but it’ll eventually come back to “did your boss treat your right” or “do they pay your OT” so on and so forth. It’s like throwing a boomerang out in the open. These topics would be your second to none priority in any conversation because it’s always work with a big fat W that lingered, running back and forth in your brain section. It’s a normal symptom I conclude so nothing much you can do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion denied. Still have loads of complaining to do, so bare with me for a sec. So, all and all, I have 2 things that bothered me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work piles. Its include, black and white, beyond logic procedures, next to stupid policy, systems from the year 200 BC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to handle it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually don’t have that much of a problem with even though the amount of it are hypothetically twice my head. It’s the tools and workflow that generated all the fuss. But end of the day, you’ll finish it off and it will be done and dusted. “Slowly but surely”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what complicates the matter. In fact, these 2 problems have a strong correlation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to handle it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, by all mean cannot be solved. You can’t just “finish” them off. They are super Homo sapiens, a hybrid species that make out today and get a triplet tomorrow. You can’t shackle&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them off your shoulder because they’ll be around even thought you are seeking refugee in Alaska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously, how exactly to handle it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No chance. You just have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I pray for the day that I can just &lt;b&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Delete&lt;/b&gt; them. Oh, and emptied my trash bin too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4211753025402785796?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4211753025402785796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4211753025402785796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4211753025402785796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4211753025402785796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/03/redneck.html' title='Redneck'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6527435412481249615</id><published>2011-03-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:51:48.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around and about'/><title type='text'>The Seven Blunders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Shortly before his assassination, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi gave his grandson Arun Gandhi, The Seven Blunders of the World, written on a piece of paper. The blunders are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wealth without work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pleasure without conscience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Knowledge without character &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Commerce without morality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Science without humanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Worship without sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;·&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Politics without principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This list grew from Gandhi's search for the roots of violence. He added that, the list are the best way to prevent oneself or one's society from reaching a point of violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this list, Arun Gandhi added an eighth blunder, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;rights without responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6527435412481249615?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6527435412481249615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6527435412481249615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6527435412481249615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6527435412481249615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/03/seven-blunders-of-world.html' title='The Seven Blunders of the World'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3567214932201279621</id><published>2011-03-09T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:26:32.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around and about'/><title type='text'>Bukan Salah Ibu Mengandung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_zllKjpaks/TXfGH6vfRsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XUOOcrPq6Vg/s1600/hao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_zllKjpaks/TXfGH6vfRsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XUOOcrPq6Vg/s400/hao.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582148102478841538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fragile. Handle with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3567214932201279621?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3567214932201279621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3567214932201279621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3567214932201279621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3567214932201279621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/03/bukan-salah-ibu-mengandung.html' title='Bukan Salah Ibu Mengandung'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_zllKjpaks/TXfGH6vfRsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XUOOcrPq6Vg/s72-c/hao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2858452051100235778</id><published>2011-02-21T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:17:56.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around and about'/><title type='text'>Epitomizer</title><content type='html'>You know you're getting older when puking on your friend shoes felt so disgusting. Used to called it "Friday Night" though. Now, it just like you realize that your getting fatter when people start calling you "Bob".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World is full of "signboard", don't step on your paddle too much, you might missed it and choose the wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2858452051100235778?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2858452051100235778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2858452051100235778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2858452051100235778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2858452051100235778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/epitomizer.html' title='Epitomizer'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6458761585285094008</id><published>2011-02-18T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:06:33.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around and about'/><title type='text'>A Letter to Zimbabwe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRx5Pf_YwjE/TV55M0biAfI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPaNxsMDw_k/s1600/haida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRx5Pf_YwjE/TV55M0biAfI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPaNxsMDw_k/s400/haida.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575026649870762482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mama Ape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in Malaysia is great. I'm having a good time jumping here and there. Its really not the same back in Zimbabwe, i mean, the weather and all is totally different. Really warm and cozy out here and rain pour down almost everyday. But i do feel like home except for the fact that i keep falling down from the tree cause its too slippery. Felt awkward at first cause Malaysian are a big fan of apes hence been followed by paparazzi everywhere i went. Just like in Zimbabwe, only the different is they carrying a camera instead of sling gun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt;, the good thing is, they gave me food instead of trying to catch me and turn me into some exotic dishes. By the way i heard from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; that our neighbours has been killed and his brain has been sucked out by hunters, is that true? So really sorry to hear that. Send my regard to Uncle Chimpanzee. His sons was a very god chimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all for now. I really enjoy staying here so I'm planning not to go back so soon. Give Daddy Ape a good hugs and kisses for me will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6458761585285094008?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6458761585285094008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6458761585285094008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6458761585285094008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6458761585285094008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-zimbabwe.html' title='A Letter to Zimbabwe'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YRx5Pf_YwjE/TV55M0biAfI/AAAAAAAAATs/uPaNxsMDw_k/s72-c/haida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-627701539118712772</id><published>2011-02-17T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:22:37.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Hands In My Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_hnaaxbCmw/TV0gb0KHl7I/AAAAAAAAATk/3HB6UWG6gEE/s1600/acha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_hnaaxbCmw/TV0gb0KHl7I/AAAAAAAAATk/3HB6UWG6gEE/s400/acha.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574647575984183218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-627701539118712772?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/627701539118712772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=627701539118712772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/627701539118712772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/627701539118712772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/hands-in-my-pocket.html' title='Hands In My Pocket'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_hnaaxbCmw/TV0gb0KHl7I/AAAAAAAAATk/3HB6UWG6gEE/s72-c/acha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2083874306681228243</id><published>2011-02-15T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:12:34.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>eL.O.Vi.iE</title><content type='html'>Love is no easy walk in the park.  It ain’t that often you’ll catch a sunny days. Sometimes you step on a dog shit. Sometimes you stumbled upon the sidewalk or get stung by a bee or stuck in the bushes. The other time, you fell into the pond.  But, no matter how much you’ve been torn inside out, you keep coming back for more cause you know, that eventually you’ll get to pick out the best roses and keep it to your self for the rest of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2083874306681228243?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2083874306681228243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2083874306681228243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2083874306681228243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2083874306681228243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/eloviie.html' title='eL.O.Vi.iE'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6558430747740381065</id><published>2011-02-10T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:54:24.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Love, Chuck Taylor.</title><content type='html'>I'm not into politics, really but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna cast my vote to any party that come up with suggestion that every public washroom must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; with musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do toilet has to be quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fancy it. Not in a spooky sense but the fact that you actually can hear everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; happening in it. Every single sounds, every single 'drop'. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want people grinning at you when you walk out from the toilet cubicles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, why do toilet cubicles must have a gap between the door and the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fancy it either. See, you co-workers tend to recognize your shoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt; if you have a weird understanding of 'smart casual'. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the only one who wore white Chuck Taylor that looked like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been wash since the Roman Empire, it easier to guess when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know you'll received an email saying "Hey, nice pooping job. Very expressive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next voting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6558430747740381065?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6558430747740381065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6558430747740381065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6558430747740381065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6558430747740381065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-chuck-taylor.html' title='Love, Chuck Taylor.'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-12996831368161781</id><published>2011-02-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:37:14.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alter ego'/><title type='text'>I Will Listen to Dur dur Next Time</title><content type='html'>Hate it when the whole Malaysian get to enjoy their holiday, the road is empty like it was haunted by a heart eating monster and the weather is picture perfect while i have to get my ass off to work. Its not that easy carrying your ass around the floor especially when you have this comfortable Sultan's mattress and a room that you cant really tell is it a day or night from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i managed to cut the slack after a few discussions with my alter ego which by the way i name him Dur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dur&lt;/span&gt;. Arrived at the office an hour late i happily burst into the meeting room while they were talking about punctuality (I've got this problem for ages). Perfect. Nice timing brother. It got even worst when i have to sit down with 'no, I'm not the guilty party face' and act like the late coming issues doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt;, how i wish i had listen to Dur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's still plenty of reasons to be cheerful though or at least it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. After a few postponement about the whole migration thingy, i finally received the confirmation that I'll be flying out to London comes May and at the back of it all they actually are considering to further my stay to 6 months. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eamy&lt;/span&gt; is going to Belgium on June, and i couldn't help but imagining how it would be up there with your best friend on your side, the same side of the globe and I'm pretty sure I'm going to visit her nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. How would you react if you boss fiance told you that your voice is really soft and sounds very romantic on the phones? Well, it is something uncanny and pleasing about it. Like being a red apples sitting together with a bunch of green apples and please that someone actually eat you thinking your are one of the green apple. ?? You know what i mean. My girlfriend would be surprise if I'll be on the phone with her a little bit longer after this, just to make sure she catch the romantic voice of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Speaking of my girlfriend (still feeling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' awkward at times when i said it), the other reason being is I'm having a lunch with her tomorrow and she said she have a surprise for me and my new house. I only like surprises only if its turn out to be good. Yes, i often ask too much and I've been pushing the limit since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, cant wait to meet her like i cant wait to see the back of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-12996831368161781?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/12996831368161781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=12996831368161781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/12996831368161781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/12996831368161781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-listen-to-dur-dur-next-time.html' title='I Will Listen to Dur dur Next Time'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3616690490516283230</id><published>2011-01-31T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:43:17.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>Obladee Obladaa Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bad day to do your laundry. It's been raining like crazy the whole fucking day, and hiding safe and sounds in your blanket while listening to The Beattles is the perfect answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy moving and shuffling things back and forth. Yes, I've moved to a new house in a fucking rainy day. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Monday that i hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3616690490516283230?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3616690490516283230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3616690490516283230' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3616690490516283230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3616690490516283230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/obladee-obladaa-life-goes-on.html' title='Obladee Obladaa Life Goes On'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1081278516933191784</id><published>2011-01-26T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:46:17.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>My Salad Face</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or everyone else felt Monday seems much longer then the other day? Well, you know, like it has extra 10 hours in its damn clock. Weird but my guts keep telling me that it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happened to bumped into my piers the other day (Monday of course) at the office lobby and not quite sure how to start a conversation with him. The reason being is because he was starring blank through the wall like Superman always does and looking confused over which lift to take to go to the fifth floor. So I just say hello and murmured to him "Monday huh" instead. He seems to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure why I had this "thing" toward ‘Monday’. I used to hate Sunday though and it was not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I couldn’t handle the extreme transition. You were lying heavenly on your sofa cuddling your pillow with your t-shirt and PJ, watching How I Met Your Mother and the next thing you know you were walking towards your workstation with your tie, a shirt that tucked into your pants and wearing lots of perfume, doing the same thing you’ve been doing since yesteryear. It get worse when there’s a pile of workload lining up on your desk taking their turn to say "right at your face (with its middle finger)" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why ‘Monday’ requires us to wear formal attire, aren’t we not getting enough tortured? Isn’t it good if we get to wear our shirts and sweatpants and flip flop on Monday? It would surely help to smooth the extreme transition that I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, believe me not, Monday is so challenging, you even got to have a ‘Monday face’ to get through it. MUST HAVE! Everyone has a ‘Monday face’ and it’s unique and different from one another depending on how hard ones think the day would turn out to be. Some would have their eyes stuck in its socket looking like a modern day Frankenstein and some looks like Kurt Cobain in a tux, with cocaine in his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? I called my Monday face, ‘Salad face’. You know, when you had your brain scattered and dry inside your head like vegetables on a plate and a jug of vinegar just spilled right on your face? That’s a ‘Salad face’. And if there is someone that really annoy me that day, I’d put on some extra ‘dressing’ on it make it turn into a ‘Caesar Salad face’ with a ‘Go away’ sign blinking on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do sound like a soar looser didn’t I? Well, guess we shouldn’t be complaining about things we can’t change, instead try to work out on things that we can, aren’t we? It’s good enough to have opened your eyes and still see the sunlight and breathe the air, and has plenty of reasons to keep standing on your feet and walked tall. We shouldn’t be asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is worth, Monday do has a few tricks left in its pocket and it’s not all that bad. We’ve always use Monday as a starting point. Like, "this is the last pack of cigarette, going to start quitting comes Monday" or "I’m going to finish all the food in the fridge before Sunday and start working out on my diet AGAIN, on Monday" (which probably would fail by the end of Tuesday) or "I’m going to stop spending like Kim Kardashian now and start saving my ass off BUT not until Monday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly cat, smelly cat..its not your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1081278516933191784?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1081278516933191784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1081278516933191784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1081278516933191784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1081278516933191784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-salad-face.html' title='My Salad Face'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2061322852000391135</id><published>2011-01-20T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:46:58.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His-story'/><title type='text'>A Box Full of Ice-cream and an Ice-cream Man</title><content type='html'>I need a vacation!!! Did i said it like a million times? Yes, cause i need it so bad. If 'vacation' is a "girl" i certainly would have ask "her" to marry me. I don't care if "she's" a bitch waiting to pounce on my money or my time and flirting with my friends behind my back. I do not care if "she's" a douche bag who definitely would dump me out every time "she" met a cute guy, or even if "she's" a bimbo with an attitude issues. Or even worst if "she's" a rock star with a  chronic drugs and alcohol problems and does nothing for a living. I DON'T CARE! I'll propose "her" in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not rushing at time but the start of the year is a perfect corridor to plan your leave for the whole year. New leave planner with a whole 365 days to choose. Its kinda sounds like things you shouldn't be wary about but you might wanna think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way, imagine you are an 8 years old, been given a choice to choose your most likable ice-cream from a box full of it. There's a different flavours of ice-cream in it and you have to choose fast and precise because all 8 years old from your block are choosing from the same box. You must pick wisely and make sure the ice-cream that you pick would fully utilise your need cause the ice-cream man only stops at your neighbourhood once a year. Sounds like a though choice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is exactly the kind of situation I'm in right now with so many dates and so many places to choose from. I know its not "the end of the world-esque" problem but when you are sitting in front of your PC at your workstation checking out numbers, wordings, definition, formulas and stuff, you'll find out that leisure is a MUST and wasting your holiday with unnecessary problem because you didn't plan it wisely, is a big NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. I always opted for the beach or island cause i kinda like an 'island junkie' and i think a tanned skin is way cooler then parading around town with Ferrari. I am a fan of 'sunny days', hot sand and the smell of sea wind and i cant get enough of it. But I'm in a really tight time frame here. 4 days max, a great beach and a tight budget, if i cross reference those 3, i would likely end up sipping *Coke at either Phi Phi Island or Koh Pah Ngan come Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to join me? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smelly Cat" you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2061322852000391135?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2061322852000391135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2061322852000391135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2061322852000391135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2061322852000391135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/box-full-of-ice-cream-and-ice-cream-man.html' title='A Box Full of Ice-cream and an Ice-cream Man'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6789439633649031842</id><published>2011-01-19T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T03:15:20.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YoYo</title><content type='html'>Things currently in turmoil. *Harsh choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation and i need it fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God please hear my prayer. I wanted to have the old school mini-cooper (car, in case you don't know. Lol) so bad, could You please depose 20k to my bank account? *Praying hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6789439633649031842?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6789439633649031842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6789439633649031842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6789439633649031842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6789439633649031842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/yoyo.html' title='YoYo'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1575359551052089191</id><published>2011-01-18T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:37:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Preoccupy Enough</title><content type='html'>Darn, unfortunately, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account has been infected by a flies/virus or whatever the geeky call it that prevented you from logging on into your account until you manage to scan and kick it out of your PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the method to verify that your the legitimate user of the account is to identify your friends picture. To my great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; i happened to have friends that cleverly tagged their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; with a picture of shoes, clothes and stuff. Nicely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;networks&lt;/span&gt; geek i am, i ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; (again) in this blog that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; left in my trash hold for more then a year without having any idea of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1575359551052089191?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1575359551052089191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1575359551052089191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1575359551052089191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1575359551052089191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-preoccupy-enough.html' title='Not Preoccupy Enough'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7619522787256092472</id><published>2009-10-06T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:05:42.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooaaaahhhhh</title><content type='html'>Lama tak jentik benda neh. Gila babi kelam kabut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7619522787256092472?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7619522787256092472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7619522787256092472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7619522787256092472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7619522787256092472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/wooooaaaahhhhh.html' title='Wooooaaaahhhhh'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2759360164363962739</id><published>2009-09-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:25:06.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake on My Airplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Sp_5MHrTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/U-F5EB7X9Ws/s1600-h/3600753177_c6267ccdd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000;color:#ffff00;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377290466718089938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Sp_5MHrTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/U-F5EB7X9Ws/s400/3600753177_c6267ccdd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hangover" is so fucking hilarious. Its an old movie though, like 2 to 4 month back or even older. Yeah i know, say it. Come on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Boohoo dah tengok la) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a good heart would make a good start cause somehow i managed to dreamt something cool even though i slept at half past 8. It was raining outside by the time i woke up, merely 2 pm and i was too lousy to shake my blanket of me thanks to the cloudy-windy-makes me wanna sleep weather. * Initially because i was in one of my MC mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good heart would make a good start remember? So no MC for me. No foul sick. Nope. Na'ah. But life is all about karma don't you think? What you give you get back? So given my good intention of avoiding any foul play (MC), I've broke my life time achievement record for my first time ever in a raincoat and its actually raining. Felt very cool about it by the way. Yeah its true. Trust me. You'll get this super cool feeling when you get pass other motorist sheltering under the flyover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i arrived at my office completely dry. Aaah, feel good about it dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workstation is still full of Merdeka Day deco for internal competition which we lost. Not enough creativity within the team. What did you get to do with the recyclable items anyway? Ouh, the winner of course come up with "old paper Mount Kinabalu". ?? What the hell was that got to do with One Malaysia?? Geessh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Belacan. Kari. Tauhu. Tu baru One Malaysia. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a fasting month, so the main topic of the entire month would be on fasting, break-fast, curry puff, Zamrina Cafe, bla bla and bla. Since the first day of Ramadhan i was ignoring them when i comes to this everyday-talking topic. Why? One Malaysia kan? They (non-Muslim) already know what do's and what don't when you are fasting. No point in me to elaborate. (Kurma pon depa dah tau khasiat dia). Its a good thing kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i was forced to intervene today because one of the Indian fella err from my team (malu nak mengaku) shared a "useful" info with his fellow Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indian A " Ko tau tak, kalau diorang(aku) batal puasa, diorang kena minum air dari 7 masjid.!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indian B "Waaa. Is it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the left hand side we have "spice gang". And around the corner may i present you, "tauhu gang". Not to forget, right hand side of the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt;, "belacan gang".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One Malaysia. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Merdeka and Happy fasting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2759360164363962739?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2759360164363962739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2759360164363962739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2759360164363962739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2759360164363962739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/awake-on-my-airplane.html' title='Awake on My Airplane'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Sp_5MHrTgtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/U-F5EB7X9Ws/s72-c/3600753177_c6267ccdd8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1037318812021639622</id><published>2009-09-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:54:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh,.</title><content type='html'>Ouh,.&lt;br /&gt;Dia lah bahu tempat aku letak kepala,&lt;br /&gt;Dia lah juga telinga tempat aku curah keluh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok dia gembira aku rasa lapang, :) worth a try kan? Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;Paper projek pon mahu dieksperimen berulang kali baru dapat hasil secukup rasa. You must know better right? Comitment is about accepting each other flaws. * take note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,.&lt;br /&gt;Jatuh ditimpa tangga?&lt;br /&gt;Ironik,..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sakit patah kaki tak tanding ngilu patah hati. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kesian? Memang. Sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa boleh buat? Hati tak menuntut paksaan.&lt;br /&gt;Tanya diri dulu apa yang kamu mau. Betul-betul mau. Then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,.&lt;br /&gt;Ermm,.. kedut bawah mata dah timbul satu. :) Sudah genap lagi setahun yah?&lt;br /&gt;Tanda tambah lagi pengalaman i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Kedut pengalaman ni bukan boleh dapat dari buku. Exclusive kata orang. Happy Birthday anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, perlu ekstrak dengan teliti. Kelas yang baik, asing yang buruk.&lt;br /&gt;* Baik buruk is a subjective thinggy. You decide. Your call. Baik di mata aku tak semestinya enak dimata anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,.&lt;br /&gt;Heheehe.. Dulu bergaya comot masuk orientasi, sekarang sudah super senior. Heads up lil girl, there's plenty of maverick and raven waiting for you outside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa, thanks for having your guts worried about me. That was so fucking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, paper project and all those shit,..erm you'll miss them someday. Dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,.&lt;br /&gt;Bulatnya mata dia. Anak sapa ni? :) Mak ai, kuatnya sendawa.&lt;br /&gt;Eyh, ni bomoh Jawa yang terer buat santau tuh kan? Erk,. ada aura kaler biru pulak tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaa,&lt;br /&gt;Aik, kenapa dia cat hati aku neh? Weh, kamu tanam apa ni? Weh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh,. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1037318812021639622?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1037318812021639622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1037318812021639622' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1037318812021639622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1037318812021639622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouh.html' title='Ouh,.'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8572637543078156142</id><published>2009-08-17T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:33:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Testament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's an old sayin' "The sounds of the rain pouring on ur rooftop is like a Morse Code from heaven. It is up to us (mortal) to decipher."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8572637543078156142?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8572637543078156142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8572637543078156142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8572637543078156142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8572637543078156142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/testament.html' title='The Testament'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1247176841486263353</id><published>2009-08-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:16:10.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Healthy Dose of ****</title><content type='html'>Had a conversation with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AVP&lt;/span&gt; in the lift, a simple bald British guy with a thick Scottish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acccent&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Howdie&lt;/span&gt; mate. The traffic around here today kind of hectic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it?" He started. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;, indeed. Fortunate for me to ride a bike." I replied, with big smile as always and continue, " heard you were into bikes. Have you tried Malaysian road?" It was meant to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sacarstic&lt;/span&gt;, would expect him to laugh and stroll off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;, the road was nice but it was Malaysian drivers that scared the hell out of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Well, i agreed in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1247176841486263353?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1247176841486263353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1247176841486263353' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1247176841486263353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1247176841486263353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-healthy-dose-of.html' title='Its A Healthy Dose of ****'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7134242742128963098</id><published>2009-08-10T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:54:54.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Helmet Appolo</title><content type='html'>Fak aku buat Mat Rempit makin bertambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelik. Ada jugak yang bagi sokongan secara tak langsung pada mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak faham. Macam mana filem macam &lt;em&gt;Remp-it, KL menjerit&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;Bohsia&lt;/em&gt; boleh terhasil.&lt;br /&gt;Motif. Menyedarkan masyarakat warga penonton.&lt;br /&gt;Pundek la. Dah lapis itu yang ramai. Memang itu &lt;em&gt;target market&lt;/em&gt; korang. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam ni punya cerita pun laku?&lt;br /&gt;Penuh panggung la kiranya.&lt;br /&gt;Memang Mat Rempit dabik dada la. Lagi laju dia henjut moto. Lagi tambah la nafsu pelesit.&lt;br /&gt;Balik nanti &lt;em&gt;test&lt;/em&gt; la, apa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ko berlanggar sesama sendiri tungging terus mampus masuk dalam gaung aku tak kesah sangat. Ko yang pilih jalan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat aku lagi menyirap, bila orang yang lalu kat situ dengan niat nak sampai ke destinasi, tak pasal-pasal jadi mangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehendak tuhan memang tak boleh sangkal. Perlu ada redha. Mesti ada hikmah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat la lagi cerita ceriti untuk Mat-mat ni mendabik dada. Senang mereka mau jalan kengkang dengan helmet appolo di kepala. Lapang sikit hati mereka nak angkat taya depan dari Sogo sampai Dataran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih lagi tak faham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7134242742128963098?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7134242742128963098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7134242742128963098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7134242742128963098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7134242742128963098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/helmet-appolo.html' title='Helmet Appolo'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2877686333884595543</id><published>2009-07-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:41:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth while whale. Rhyme?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SnHMopFL4sI/AAAAAAAAASk/Er4R4siJsGM/s1600-h/1_751812040l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364293629769409218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SnHMopFL4sI/AAAAAAAAASk/Er4R4siJsGM/s400/1_751812040l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santek!! Kudos buat Mike. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2877686333884595543?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2877686333884595543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2877686333884595543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2877686333884595543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2877686333884595543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/worth-while-whale-rhyme.html' title='Worth while whale. Rhyme?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SnHMopFL4sI/AAAAAAAAASk/Er4R4siJsGM/s72-c/1_751812040l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4491999628192756425</id><published>2009-07-28T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:38:38.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Where To Be Seen</title><content type='html'>Aku suka definisikan "pemergian" ibarat hilangnya satu bata dari sebuah kota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilangnya satu bata, bermakna kota itu harus dibina semula untuk melengkapkan bata yang masih ada. Kerana &lt;em&gt;bata yang hilang&lt;/em&gt; itu tak dapat dicari ganti dan sama sekali tidak akan sama molekulnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga suka aku ingatkan diri aku walau kota baru dibina, jasa dan bakti serta keringat bata yang sama sama mengukuhkan kota terdahulu, masih sumur dalam setiap rangka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalan bata yang ada perlu memakmurkan kota sedaya upaya supaya perjuangan serta amanat &lt;em&gt;bata yang hilang&lt;/em&gt; tidak dipersia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al - Fatihah buat Pakcik Abu Jalil. Semoga rohnya ditempatkan bersama-sama roh orang yang beriman. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4491999628192756425?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4491999628192756425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4491999628192756425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4491999628192756425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4491999628192756425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/nowhere-to-be-seen.html' title='No Where To Be Seen'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5745567053292725976</id><published>2009-07-19T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:59:10.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesimist Prime</title><content type='html'>Keta mahal, otak murah pun tak guna jugak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5745567053292725976?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5745567053292725976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5745567053292725976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5745567053292725976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5745567053292725976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/pesimist-prime.html' title='Pesimist Prime'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2508578832951578647</id><published>2009-07-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:55:20.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>WTF * Dah Pandai Pakai Shortform</title><content type='html'>Si adik "Adik" melangsungkan perkahwinan. Si ibu "Ibu" sibuk urus segala. Si kakak "Kakak" pulang dari jauh bersama suami "Menantu" dan dibenarkan majikan bercuti selama 2 minggu. Kebetulan menantu ada mensyuarat tergempar di kota raya, jadi pulang bercuti berbekalkan satu sut baju formal. Tiba aral, menantu diberitahu ada 2 menyuarat perlu dihadiri selang beberapa hari selepas mensyuarat pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menantu : Mana baju yang i pakai hari tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak : Tanya mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menantu : Mak, mana baju yang saya pakai hari tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Dalam bakul baju kotor, tak basuh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak : Kenapa mak tak basuh hah?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2508578832951578647?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2508578832951578647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2508578832951578647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2508578832951578647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2508578832951578647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-dah-pandai-pakai-shortform.html' title='WTF * Dah Pandai Pakai Shortform'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5535486616995204091</id><published>2009-07-07T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:32:42.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Situasi : Dalam chat room "&lt;em&gt;sametime"&lt;/em&gt; di office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey : Weh, sapa nak call McD neh?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Ko la call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey : Aku tiada kredit la makhlok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Soh captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey : Captain MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* klik google.&lt;br /&gt;* search MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipidea.&lt;br /&gt;MIA - often used for &lt;a title="Missing in Action (arcade game)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missing_in_Action_(arcade_game)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing in Action &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku : Ouh... mana dia p?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babi. Macam hensem je pakai MIA. Cakap je la die tak de. (dengki)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macam mana aku tak pernah tau benda ni? Buta teknologi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nota kaki : baru tahun lepas aku tau no plat teksi adalah H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5535486616995204091?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5535486616995204091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5535486616995204091' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5535486616995204091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5535486616995204091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5960559162902621666</id><published>2009-07-06T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:55:42.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alter ego'/><title type='text'>Lupa Lagi Beli Tali Gitar</title><content type='html'>Demmit. Sudah sakit di sekian rangka. Kantuk dari tilam tadi pon belum habis. Tula. Orang nak &lt;em&gt;jumping smashed&lt;/em&gt; ko pon nak jugak terkial melompat. Sedar la perut kamu tu dah buncit. Belakang aku dah sebulan lebih sakit, makin hari makin ngilu. Ala, kepingin nak berurut la tuh. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some things are best left of what it is. Ada benda dibiarkan semakin parah semakin baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bomoh Jowok kuat weh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5960559162902621666?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5960559162902621666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5960559162902621666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5960559162902621666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5960559162902621666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/lupa-lagi-beli-tali-gitar.html' title='Lupa Lagi Beli Tali Gitar'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4381623706627466757</id><published>2009-06-30T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:41:42.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox Tu Bukannya HOT Sangat Pun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Skn5MYYpk_I/AAAAAAAAASc/Qqw42ipjYI0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353083623206130674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Skn5MYYpk_I/AAAAAAAAASc/Qqw42ipjYI0/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat Lily yang comel, apsal post gambaq Takuya Kimura kat FB pastu Tagged aku hah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4381623706627466757?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4381623706627466757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4381623706627466757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4381623706627466757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4381623706627466757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/megan-fox-tu-bukannya-hot-sangat-pun.html' title='Megan Fox Tu Bukannya HOT Sangat Pun'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/Skn5MYYpk_I/AAAAAAAAASc/Qqw42ipjYI0/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3904770539609447076</id><published>2009-06-29T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:03:44.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kantok Hari Isnin</title><content type='html'>Asal Isnin datang, selsema pun datang, batuk pon singgah, sakit kepala tumpang bonceng. Serba serbi tak kena. Penghawa dingin di kantor sejuk amat sampai beku bijih dalam hidung. Cuaca pon agak kelam kabut dengan angin dan hujan tak tentu pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lfi ada 5, macam ada 1, lembab macam haram jadah. Nescafe o ais kat cafe, dalam banyak-banyak hari, hari Isnin jugak la dia nak rasa payau. Banyak-banyak hari, Isnin jugak la karipap sardin habis tinggal karipap inti kelapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka la kau.&lt;br /&gt;Suka kan tengok aku merungut?&lt;br /&gt;Walaupon tak suka kau, tapi kena redah jugak kalau nanti tak ketemu la Jumaat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3904770539609447076?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3904770539609447076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3904770539609447076' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3904770539609447076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3904770539609447076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/kantok-hari-isnin.html' title='Kantok Hari Isnin'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6879996507002804291</id><published>2009-06-23T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:01:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dan Month End</title><content type='html'>Hari ni aku dalam keadaan mood swing. Jangan siapa-siapa sentuh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last week of the month also the last week of the quarter, kerja aku berkepul macam asap bas Rapid. Semak dan menyesakkan. Dan masa ni jugak, dalam team aku ada yang nak kawin la, gastrik la, tangan terseliuh main badminton la, so headcount adalah gila babih rendah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorang perlu buat lebih banyak kerja adalah maksud yang bersesuaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak telefon bimbit aku patah dua, aku skang guna enpon kawan aku yang sudah hampir sepuluh tahun usia, selalu saja kematian bateri walaupun dah cas sehari suntuk. Skang aku tengah berkabung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan ada sedikit cacat fungsi. Hidung asek berair dari tadi. Tulang belakang ni macam dah kena tumbuk dengan poster Muhammad Ali kat rumah aku tuh. Sengal ubi orang panggil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam biasa, aku tetap tabah. :)&lt;br /&gt;Aku perlu hidup demi satu tujuan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeepppppaaa..&lt;br /&gt;Lagi 2 minggu, i'm off to Kuching!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days...&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/4122575312891501637-6879996507002804291?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6879996507002804291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6879996507002804291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6879996507002804291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6879996507002804291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/aku-dan-month-end.html' title='Aku dan Month End'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2409076807692764020</id><published>2009-06-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:24:33.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAP-SNAP BLING-BLING</title><content type='html'>Its pretty amazing how time and space work.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, with out you knowing it or really have a grip on everything that would certainly wont quit spinning as they are around you, its SNAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather say it more like a spell. Its struck through your forehead on January, roll inside, turn things upside down and inside out without making a mess,... or ..not the the kind of mess that you would realize actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing you know you probably seeing your hands wrapping up the last ditch of your calendar and maybe get yourself ready to yell like everyone else around the globe or stand still, amaze with all the fireworks your government have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantum physic? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2409076807692764020?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2409076807692764020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2409076807692764020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2409076807692764020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2409076807692764020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/snap-snap-bling-bling.html' title='SNAP-SNAP BLING-BLING'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2120270909655979255</id><published>2009-05-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:35:21.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You See The Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayday mayday&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku terlewat hadir sesi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; hari nih. Bodo. Tula orang suruh tidur awal. Ni tak, gagahkan diri nak main Xbox. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Demmit!!&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we have to reschedule back", &lt;/span&gt;itu kata diorang but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what i think they really meant is we have to reschedule back (if we still interested)&lt;/span&gt;". Ish ish, jangan fikir bukan-bukan. Lempar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; tu jaoh-jaoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here i am&lt;/span&gt; sangkut kat Damansara tunggu Mr Azmir habis kerja. Sementara menunggu, aku sempat lagi kot membeli-belah dekat OU. Sumpah la,.. setan nih memang terer nak mampus. Haram jadah punya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull and Bear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat balik borak kosong aku dengan Mr Azmir 2 hari lepas,..&lt;br /&gt;" kan best kalau dari kecik-kecik dulu kita jadi skema? banyak faedah weh."&lt;br /&gt;    " tu la tu,.. betul jugak cakap hang. Sahih aku dah kaya la ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak hisap rokok. Bukan kutu lepak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dressing&lt;/span&gt; pun main redah. Duk rumah masak nasi, sapu sampah, baca buku, tengok TV, tido awal, bangun awal. Bukan takat mak ayah, tok imam kampung pun sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tula. Kecik-kecik nakal, buas. Orang nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;, kita pun nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;. "Tak ganas la tak hisap rokok". Ambik. Melekat sampai tua. Harga rokok bukan makin turun dik. Benda-benda lain pon nak try hisap jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; kalau skema!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang nak bergaya, kita pon ikut serta. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intrend&lt;/span&gt; la konon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up to date. Grunge&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metal&lt;/span&gt; la, hip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hop&lt;/span&gt; la, mat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skate&lt;/span&gt; la, err mat rempit tak masuk list okay. Tu masa sekolah. La ni habaq hang, dah berjinak dengan Topman la, SEED la, GUESS la...makan ratus tu. Pastu nak gebang, support industri tempatan (music la selalu dalam topic). Usha sikit badan ko tu. Ada barang Malaysia ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm,...jap aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baju Seed.&lt;br /&gt;Seluar Zara.&lt;br /&gt;Jam Espirit.&lt;br /&gt;Kasut Chuck Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;Stokin Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;. Beremosi pulak. Balik topik asal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau skema, ma dengan pa pon sayang. Sekarang pon sayang jugak tap at least mereka-mereka senang hati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though we're not around&lt;/span&gt;. Tak penat nak pikir apa la masalah yang tak mustahil anak beliau melibatkan diri. Sian abah. Pening dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadi skema lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota kaki : Entri ni patut aku dah post Rabu lepas. Ada aral datang melintang. Herm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2120270909655979255?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2120270909655979255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2120270909655979255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2120270909655979255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2120270909655979255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-see-wonder.html' title='If You See The Wonder'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4997685060936155793</id><published>2009-05-13T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:50:58.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing? Drafting?!!</title><content type='html'>Age is catching up.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are getting lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are moving on or out or off, whatever,..&lt;br /&gt;Some are getting married. Some are married. Some (in a small portion)  RIP.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, did i just mutually equaled marriage with decease status?&lt;br /&gt;Guess i just did huh,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyya,.had to loosen up a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Should alter my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4997685060936155793?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4997685060936155793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4997685060936155793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4997685060936155793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4997685060936155793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-doing-drafting.html' title='What Am I Doing? Drafting?!!'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8638810678623070442</id><published>2009-05-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:04:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Waste of Everything You Dream Of</title><content type='html'>Haih....&lt;br /&gt;Mak aku cakap tak baik mengeluh. Tampak seperti berputus asa dan pasrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasrah itu bagus, bermakna kita meredhakan ketentuanNya. Tapi tak enak jikalau tanpa dorongan usaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usaha membuta tuli pon tak menjamin apa-apa. Perlu ada perancangan, perlu ada pelan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun hati-hati bila buat perancangan, di kanan wajib ada panduan, dikiri harus ada sokongan, bentangkan peta disulam dengan pemerhatian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walhal panduan dan sokongan tak cukup jika tiada akar pegangan yang teguh, tiada cabang keazaman yang tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin menjadi bila ditambah dengan kesuburan moral dan rasa tanggungjawab sosial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kikis rasa bangga,&lt;br /&gt;Tanam benih hamba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buang rasa takbur,&lt;br /&gt;Lempar rasa kufur,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) smell u later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8638810678623070442?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8638810678623070442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8638810678623070442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8638810678623070442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8638810678623070442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-waste-of-everything-you-dream.html' title='Another Waste of Everything You Dream Of'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2422143986306396626</id><published>2009-04-11T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:48:27.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of My Own Medicine</title><content type='html'>Geesh, its almost half of the year already. Work still sucks, no offense, and according to my calculation, i would still be a super geek antisocial jokers in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau tak, aku tak tahu la kenapa handset aku selalu tak melekat kat tangan. Kredit RM 10 boleh tahan 2 minggu. Kebetulan pulak, dalam rumah aku, makhluk kuning tu (Digi) memang tak masuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah dah mula bising, call asyik tak dapat, tak angkat, kalau kat tempat kerja aku memang bolayan pangilan telefon (betul ka eja macam ni?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah dah syak aku tukar nombor tak bagitahu dia. Pelik-pelik la instic orang tua ni.&lt;br /&gt;Alasan aku?&lt;br /&gt;Kat rumah tak ada coverage la bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah aku:&lt;br /&gt;Seputeh tu bukan kat tengah-tengah KL ka? Macam mana boleh tak dak coverage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang aku tak boleh nak jawab. Telan saja la. Nanti saya pakai Celcom ya bah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi pun sahabat yang paling aku rindu, ada hantar SMS. Maaf la, selepas 3 jam baru aku baca sebab handphone memang kat dalam bilik dari petang tadi.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, last few weeks i've been having a series of unfortunate event. (Alasan kat boss datang kerja lambat).&lt;br /&gt;Boleh pakai tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa lepas kot housemate aku pergi kerja tak tinggal kunci rumah. Boleh terima tak aku kena kurung kat dalam rumah sendiri? Aku call boss bagitau aku halfday atas alasan diatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini reaksi boss dan collegue aku bila aku masuk ofis 4 jam kemudian. (sambil ketawa sinis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat, can't you figure any other excuses rather then that? Is that all you got? Entah-entah ko pergi dating kat Midvalley kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jawab kah? Baik tak payah.&lt;br /&gt;Telan sudah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2422143986306396626?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2422143986306396626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2422143986306396626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2422143986306396626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2422143986306396626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/taste-of-my-own-medicine.html' title='A Taste of My Own Medicine'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7755005398756653681</id><published>2009-03-31T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:36:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Hyper Hectic Talisman</title><content type='html'>CERCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KERING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONTANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAMPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakej lengkap kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakai topeng senyum sudah, letak gam UHU kat lesung pipit, bangun, mara. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7755005398756653681?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7755005398756653681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7755005398756653681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7755005398756653681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7755005398756653681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me-hyper-hectic-talisman.html' title='Call Me Hyper Hectic Talisman'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8842230048082650111</id><published>2009-02-17T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:56:06.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau Einstein masih ada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SZs_4oPvsQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/srV3OfGeo0Q/s1600-h/albert-einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303903228267573506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SZs_4oPvsQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/srV3OfGeo0Q/s320/albert-einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E = MC2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Albert, rumus ni boleh selesaikan kusut dalam hati tak? Atau cari punca kuasa dua kepada serabut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab kalau dah dapat punca kuasa dua serabut, boleh jawab masalah kosinus perasaan bergantung kepada pemberat dan titik perpulahan ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau boleh, tolong samakan percanggahan tangen otak sekali sebab nak hapuskan nisbah kuasa dua nafsu. Kelak nanti tak menghasilkan kekalutan infiniti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh kan Pakcik Albert kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SZs8xoi9JGI/AAAAAAAAARs/Kn26ALRvtjk/s1600-h/albert-einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8842230048082650111?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8842230048082650111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8842230048082650111' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8842230048082650111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8842230048082650111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/kalau-einstein-masih-ada.html' title='Kalau Einstein masih ada'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SZs_4oPvsQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/srV3OfGeo0Q/s72-c/albert-einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4337095755339241845</id><published>2009-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:41:03.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why February Has 28 Days</title><content type='html'>Entri bulan Februari, mungkin sesuai kot bercakap tentang hati dan perasaan memandangkan semua orang tengah berkira-kira on how their Valentine's Day suppose to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere coincidence, its falls on Saturday. Mesti penuh hotspot kat area ibu kota ni kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pasti semua pasangan tengah korek tabung nak belikan hadiah for their mate and hope it would be the best present ever or so it seems cause next year you'll be doing and hoping for the same thing. And its have to be better then this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a hard task~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Valentine's present that i've got was a quarter of chocalate cake (if i'm not mistaken) and a choc bar back in 2001. Time tu memang terasa dunia ni ana yang punya. Bahagia habis gua cakap lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i get excited too when it comes to February but for a very different reassons. My ex's birthday falls on February and then come Valentine. Ouh i'm living a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how love can be such a powerfull force. Its like a giant magnetic field with volatile current running over it. Every move is risky and unhandy. You either miserabble or happy. Thats it. No easy way in nor easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 14 2001. I have no extra penny to spend on a Valentine's gift. I was 16 for god sake and it was my first ever Valentine's Day. Tapi nak jugak kasi hadiah. Tak nak kalah. Yela, kawan-kawan semua dah bungkus hadiah siap dengan bunga lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come out with an idea. I'll dedicate a song to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu aku baru berjinak-jinak dengan gitar, baru cuba-cuba nak melembutkan jari. Setakat nak main chord simple pontianak(C, Am, F, G) tu boleh la. Aku nyanyikan lagu This I Promise You by Nsync diiringi petikan gitar aku yang lintang pukang dan aku recordkan dalam kaset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu kaset adalah medium audio utama. Cakera padat masa tu seems light years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to her the next day and never ask her about those things again cause i was too embarrased. She would have laugh at my face if she listen to the tape again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a pleasent memory though and i tend to keep it as long as i can remember. You try to show her how much she mean to you, try to please her so that she will always be by your side, try to makes her feel special try everything to give her warm and comfy.Those feelings are hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hours felt like a minutes right? No wonder February has only 28 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4337095755339241845?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4337095755339241845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4337095755339241845' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4337095755339241845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4337095755339241845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-february-has-28-days.html' title='Why February Has 28 Days'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3669959508012799581</id><published>2009-01-26T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:03:25.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Salah Rihanna</title><content type='html'>Aku letih sangat ari ni. Sejak Jumaat aku dah tunggang terbalik. Tak mandi 2 hari, ulang alik kesana kemari mengalahkan Bas Rapid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu :&lt;br /&gt;Puduraya (ambik Sham) - Jln Klang Lama (rumah lama) - Puduraya (anta Ateh) - Jln Klang Lama - Damansara (IKEA) - Jalan Klang Lama - Hartamas (jumpa AL) - Seputeh (rumah baru) - Jalan Klang Lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad :&lt;br /&gt;Seputeh - Subang (MYDIN) - Jalan Klang Lama - Seputeh - Jalan Klang Lama - Bandar Sunway (jumpa AL) - JalanKlang Lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnin :&lt;br /&gt;Seputeh - KL Central (salah jalan) - Seputeh - Kota Damansara (ambik wireman) - Seputeh - Kota Damansara (hantaq wireman) - Jalan Klang Lama - Puduraya (kerja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupa nak habaq, aku baru pindah rumah tu yang kalut sikit. Macam2 tak cukup, serba serbi masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lari tajuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam penat2 tu aku ada terbaca satu artikel dalam The Star tentang Konsert Rihanna (tak tau bila) yang kononnya mengikut dakwaan pihak yang aku tak nak sebutkan disini, tak sesuai diadakan di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga pihak ini meminta kerajaan untuk membatalkan pengajuran konsert sebab takut anak-anak Malaysia khususnya yang beragama Islam, terpengaruh dengan budaya barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche kan? Atau old sentiment kot? Ntah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a proud Muslim. Not that i am a big fan of Rihanna nor planning to attend her concert but i kind of find the statement not 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa nak risaukan Rihanna? Aku rasa yang datang tengok konsert nanti lagi seksi maut dari Rihanna, meliuk lentok kat depan stage, lalok tak hengat dunia pon ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konsert Pussycat Dolls (PD) last time, diorang lak yang pakai lagi sopan daripada crowd. Masa tu heboh, kalau PD nak adakan jugak konsert kat sini, harus berpakaian sopan sesuai dengan budaya melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sopannya PD aja.&lt;br /&gt;Yang crowdnya?&lt;br /&gt;Boleh berdarah hidung aku lepak kat tengah2 tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen pon pakai kemeja abang dia kot masa datang sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang betul, benda seperti itu boleh melalaikan. Memang aku tak nafikan. Tapi pendekatan tu aku rasa kurang betul dan terlalu ekstrimis. Remaja tak boleh dipaksa macam lembu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibarat tarik rambut dalam tepung, rambut tak putus, tepung tak berselerak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau sekat konsert terbabit pon, Malam Merdeka masih lagi kelihatan anak2 ini berkemban sepanjang jalan, bergaya model Victoria Secret waktu malam New Year. Sama saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu bukan budaya Malaysia kan?&lt;br /&gt;Ke dah jadi budaya Malaysia sekarang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3669959508012799581?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3669959508012799581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3669959508012799581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3669959508012799581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3669959508012799581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/bukan-salah-rihanna.html' title='Bukan Salah Rihanna'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8022826373038621558</id><published>2009-01-23T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:26:04.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis Amstrong Laddies and Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>I see trees are green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red rosses too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see they bloom for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderfull world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8022826373038621558?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8022826373038621558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8022826373038621558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8022826373038621558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8022826373038621558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/louis-amstrong-laddies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Louis Amstrong Laddies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5834473717889143487</id><published>2009-01-22T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:22:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs Woman Process Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SXhIYWtNkNI/AAAAAAAAARk/olbfrxUK6mQ/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294060945223291090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SXhIYWtNkNI/AAAAAAAAARk/olbfrxUK6mQ/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Offense.. cheers..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5834473717889143487?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5834473717889143487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5834473717889143487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5834473717889143487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5834473717889143487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-vs-woman-process-flow.html' title='Man vs Woman Process Flow'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SXhIYWtNkNI/AAAAAAAAARk/olbfrxUK6mQ/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6392274876784479498</id><published>2009-01-17T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:56:22.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Rantai Suwey</title><content type='html'>Haram. Betul la cakap cikgu Ong (Cikgu Biologi masa aku Form 5), kita hidup dalam kitaran biologi dan bermacam macam rantaian yang membuatkan semua benda kat dunia ni memerlukan satu sama lain. Kan cikgu Ong kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing led to another. What actually happen given what condition with every factors would be very effective although in a very small portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi betul beb. Semua benda memang berkait, berantai. Ala macam rantai makanan tu. Kalau permulaan hari dah suwey, sumbang, sial sampai habis hari la ko tetap dengan suwey, sumbang dan sial ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 boleh membawak sampai seminggu. Bergantung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi liat rantai hidup ko lagi lame la kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat situ la kita boleh test iman. Samada kita patuh pada kehendakNya dan berusaha mengelakkan musibah yang lebih haru biru atau mencarut caci segala penyebab kekalutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku? Tak sempurna mana.&lt;br /&gt;Selalu menidak takdir.&lt;br /&gt;"Kan bagus kalau aku tak pernah jumpa dia"&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau aku masuk kiri mesti tak jadi macam ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kat sini jugak la the Laws of Biology, applies. Ingat kata cikgu Ong, benda hidup bergantung diantara satu sama lain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6392274876784479498?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6392274876784479498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6392274876784479498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6392274876784479498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6392274876784479498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/rantai-suwey.html' title='Rantai Suwey'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1103321762051180976</id><published>2009-01-08T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:58:25.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harap Tok Wan Tak Murka</title><content type='html'>Tengah syok godek2 internet, terserempak lak dengan gambar warga emas ni. Datuk sape ntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SWZJTJPbK2I/AAAAAAAAARE/rsRAbWW29uY/s1600-h/685546802l1xb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288995405640182626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SWZJTJPbK2I/AAAAAAAAARE/rsRAbWW29uY/s400/685546802l1xb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SWZJEEY20_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dZ_kbNz9Oe4/s1600-h/685546802l1xb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku cube nak interpret ape la yang tok wan ni cuba buktikan. (*tok wan - kata panggilan untuk datuk : Kamus Bahasa Utara). Mungkin die bekas Ultraman tahun 50-an. Skang dah bersara dah. Tak pun dia seorang ahli RakanCop. Tapi, macam Hang Kebun pon ade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sape2 ade kenal die tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1103321762051180976?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1103321762051180976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1103321762051180976' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1103321762051180976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1103321762051180976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/harap-tok-wan-tak-murka.html' title='Harap Tok Wan Tak Murka'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SWZJTJPbK2I/AAAAAAAAARE/rsRAbWW29uY/s72-c/685546802l1xb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3171950728752119396</id><published>2009-01-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:53:10.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around and about'/><title type='text'>Ikan Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SV6iuGMF9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M2zG4Uztzko/s1600-h/23-08-08_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SV6iuGMF9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M2zG4Uztzko/s320/23-08-08_1833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286841925398558466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaksi: Bintang Pet Shop, Midvalleytica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik aku tak kuar kan Light Saber aku. Kalo tak indentiti aku dah terdedah. Mesti kena marah ngan Obi Wan Kenobi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3171950728752119396?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3171950728752119396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3171950728752119396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3171950728752119396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3171950728752119396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/ikan-star-wars.html' title='Ikan Star Wars'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SV6iuGMF9wI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M2zG4Uztzko/s72-c/23-08-08_1833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-9092082220575588575</id><published>2009-01-01T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:56:50.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Futurama</title><content type='html'>My first entry of the year. New book, new chapter, again, resolutions? Nah, i don't think so but I'm glad I'm here to witness and get through the last 365 days. Oh with half of it, hibernated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still dwelling between hard work and beginners luck , 2008 has done its 'touchdown' ladies and gentlemen and yet the world is still crowded with ignorant people. Nothing changed. Poverty, hunger, disease, war, scandals, bribery, fraud, name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being prejudice or trying to be some sort of saint or the voices of rebellions or whatever, not at all. Okay, yes, there have been changes. Sky scrapper getting taller and taller, Hollywood becoming extremely exclusive and out of reach, ozone are thickening and uh is there's an alien discovered on Mars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am being too harsh isn't it? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see, a political fireworks and a massive economic big bang would suited the year 2008 definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* By the way, doesn't we suppose to be hovering around with flying cars wearing futuristic clothes and accompanied by a robotic maid? Not yet? Uh, okay then. I'm not far behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-9092082220575588575?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9092082220575588575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=9092082220575588575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9092082220575588575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9092082220575588575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/futurama.html' title='Futurama'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4583498467915275518</id><published>2008-12-31T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:57:30.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You've Asked..</title><content type='html'>Sabrina, kenapa la kamu inginkan lemak berlebihan. Sangat tak baik untuk kesihatan. Sangat merugikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan rugi baju kamu dolu-dolu yang bersaiz Medium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapasiti makanan dalam peti sejuk perlu ditambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilam tempat kamu beradu perlu digantikan dengan yang lebih gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendakkah kamu ketinggalan di belakang tika merentas desa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila lift rosak, tidakkah beban bagi kamu untuk memanjat tangga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you resist..&lt;br /&gt;Who am i to stop you..&lt;br /&gt;Here is the tips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulakan hari anda dengan tidor selepas subuh. Anytime, but it must be after subuh. Lagi lambat, lagi mujarab. Ini membolehkan anda bangun paling awal pon sesudah Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tido di siang hari menyebabkan anda tido lebih lama daripada biasa. * Buku Sains Tingkatan Tiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun je dari tido, otak anda belum lagi membetulkan arah tujuan dan kedudukannya. Ini dapat dijelaskan dengan beberapa simtom seperti, lenguh sendi, mata berpinar, kemalasan yang maha hebat dan yang paling penting lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafdalnya, makan dulu sebelum ketempat kerja bagi membantu mengurangkan bekalan oksigen ke otak untuk membuatkan anda mengantuk kembali. * Biologi Tingkatan Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaedah ini amat berkesan bagi yang bekerja di hadapan komputer yang memerlukan pergerakan yang amat minimum dan amat tidak membantu dalam perembesan haba dan pembakaran kalori untuk tenaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Buku Fizik Tingkatan Empat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeloknya, makan pada masa rehat. Kari perlu ada dalam menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termenung bukan cara terbaik untuk mengumpul lemak sebaliknya anda perlu memeras otak. Kerja yang mendambakan anda berfikir tanpa henti merupakan satu bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah terakhir adalah yang paling mudah. Perut hendaklah dilawas dengan beberapa makanan berminyak apabila anda pulang dari kerja. Roti canai paling mujarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulangi kembali langkah pertama tadi dan biar ia menjadi rutin. Percayalah, dalam masa sebulan anda akan merasai kesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada bahan kimia. Tak perlukan senaman berat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4583498467915275518?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4583498467915275518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4583498467915275518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4583498467915275518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4583498467915275518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/since-youve-asked.html' title='Since You&apos;ve Asked..'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6723436917417193961</id><published>2008-12-21T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:29:39.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 18 again.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, tahniah diucapkan kepada Nana yang selamat melangsungkan majlis perkahwinanya Sabtu lalu. Ko sangat cantik dan lauk pun sangat sedap. Rindu plak aku nak makan kenduri lagi. Duh,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sekali  aku tak bleh nak ajak ko gi meronggeng kat RTW. Ish, tak bleh blah bile aku terbayang ko join moshpit dengan baju pengantin serba kuning tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walimmatulurus. (betul tak eja ni?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergerak la aku ke tempat kejadian dengan perut kenyang terima kasih kepada ayam masak merah dan daging masak kurma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, Secret Garden? Kat mana ni Annas? Tak penah dengaq pon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebidang tanah lapang sebelah Stadium Merdeka rupanya. Secret Garden konon. Aku rase name tu di made up nak kasi nampak stylo je kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak luar dulu, tunggu Kak Na and the geng datang bawak tiket. Macam biasa, manusia yang lalu lalang kat situ memang tak terlepas dari permerhatian aku walaupun aku rabun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah macam fashion show dah. Ade yang pakai seluar paras lutut, nampak boxer hitam tompok2 berbentuk hati. Yang bertindik sampai tak nampak muka. Yang boria. Eyh, minah ni, pakai heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time aku masuk aku dah nekad, nak lepak belakang jek. Depan stage tu dah macam tempat kerbau berkubang. Tak sesuai rasenye bagi aku yang berkasut Chuck Taylor putih nak lalu lalang kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuatkan semangat~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last band yang main sebelum berhenti untuk menghormati waktu Maghrib, OAG. Lepas jek pengacara gemuk tu sebut OAG, Annas terus tarik aku ajak p depan. Lagu OAG memang berhantu beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RTW4, pagar depan stage roboh mase diorang main. RTW5, aku kena humban depan stage lepas gatal badan nak buat slam. Bouncer tu siap renyak baju aku sampai koyak sebab ingat aku mabuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni? Body slam paling lama pernah aku buat gara-gara Annas dan beberapa kaki pogo kat situ tibe2 jek angkat aku. Dah berapa banyak kepala aku sepak dan berapa banyak pipi aku tendang sebelum Annas tarik aku turun, aku pon tak ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ye. Tak disengajakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history. Aku dapat penumbuk sebijik kt kepale, lebam kat bawah ketiak, kasut baru kaler coklat lumpur dan peluh seksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lame tak melompat. Serius beb aku semput gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik Butterfingers tak main lagu Stolen. Kalau tak aku yang parking kat tengah2 lautan pemogo berani mati mesti tersedut kedalam bulatan moshpit yang bakal menyebabkan aku dalam kesusahan sebab aku dah penat tahap gaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Fat Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6723436917417193961?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6723436917417193961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6723436917417193961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6723436917417193961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6723436917417193961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-18-again.html' title='Being 18 again.'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5992218453153762555</id><published>2008-12-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:15:45.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gumok kah aku?</title><content type='html'>"Weh apsal ko gemuk nok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ko da berisi sial"&lt;br /&gt;"Muka ang serius dah bulat"&lt;br /&gt;"Badan ko still maintain, tapi pipi dah geleber da."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam peluru soalan macam tu ditujukan kat aku sekarang. Reaksi aku? Heh, mata mereka juling kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus berfikiran macam tu sampai la aku tengok gambaq nih. Apek ambik gambaq ni pukul 5 pagi masa smoking break. Aduih, memang muka aku dah bulat. Aku tak tau kenapa cermin kat rumah aku tu selalu tipu aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SUftOisevhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Dk4zr3Gm0U/s1600-h/n722261809_1801323_1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SUftOisevhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Dk4zr3Gm0U/s320/n722261809_1801323_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449922202517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]Yang kat sebelah aku tu Intan. Macam mana dia boleh kekal posing model macam baru bangun pagi tu aku pon pelik. Aku dah lagi seinci nak sampai status gile. Yela. 18 jam keja mengadap pc. Boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SUfs276G1sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oKtoJhehf38/s1600-h/n722261809_1801322_1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SUfs276G1sI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oKtoJhehf38/s320/n722261809_1801322_1320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449516653696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok tu. Muke sekor2 dah macam kura2. Kalau anda terer mesti anda boleh nampak geleberan lemak kat bawah leher aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burok siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU NAK KURUS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5992218453153762555?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5992218453153762555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5992218453153762555' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5992218453153762555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5992218453153762555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/gumok-kah-aku.html' title='Gumok kah aku?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SUftOisevhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Dk4zr3Gm0U/s72-c/n722261809_1801323_1617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-689457730637880821</id><published>2008-12-13T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:25:19.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Death is You Dont Have To Say Anything</title><content type='html'>I recalled a friend once told me something I've  never heard about myself before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "you know what is weird about you? You are totally irresistible when you are around, but,.. You are the last thing that would came cross my mind when you were away.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?? Don't really know was it a good thing or one way another but i take it as her wild assumption that time. As time goes by, as things changes in complexity, as new commitment take  the  other  half of me, those words of her becoming more and more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, was it reflecting something? I don't know but too bad i had to learned it the hard way. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i just received my confirmation letter last Thursday. " It was an early birthday present for you bro". My manager said.&lt;br /&gt;  Yea, welcome to an 'antisocial geek league' i presumed what he meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By completing another year of my lullaby circle and survived my 6 month strive probation period at the same time, the whole department thinks i deserved a big 'hand on the back'. So they decided to sing a 'Happy Birthday' song to me which i found it very ~ cliche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i appreciated it. Very much indeed. Its just the fact that the time spin around like no body business makes me worry sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also received a couple of wishes from friends, near and far and from enemies too. Weird??&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mua&lt;/span&gt;? Human can change right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day i called my father to present him the good news. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;"What? How long have you been working? 6 month already? How come it be so fast?" That was my father yelling/asking at me in disbelief. Then he added, " I must have missed a lot of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed in silence. Perhaps we both do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk a lot actually. Me and my father, we don't agree with a lot of things either. Its make us don't get along very well the past few years. Same goes to my mother and as long as i can remember i never sit with both of them together, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have fixed it a long time ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Huuu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sums things up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really looking forward for Xmas Eve and Boxing Days cause i will be going back to my hometown. At last, i will have a couple of days away from my work. Thank god. Its really been a busy week for me as i spent almost 14 hours a day, working.&lt;br /&gt;  Last Friday, 18 hours. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Balen&lt;/span&gt; promised us a surprise this coming Monday as a reward or looks more like a bribe to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aaaa&lt;/span&gt; cant wait to escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-689457730637880821?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/689457730637880821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=689457730637880821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/689457730637880821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/689457730637880821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-about-death-is-you-dont-have-to.html' title='The Truth About Death is You Dont Have To Say Anything'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6368142397519155322</id><published>2008-12-01T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:16:26.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu Kota Sesak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Untuk keluar bekerja di waktu perdana memang mencabar lebih-lebih bagi aku dan motosikal aku yang berusia setengah abad. Tambahan pula pejabat aku bertapak di tengah-tengah kota yang maha sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah tak ingat bila kali terakhir aku keluar bekerja di siang hari. Jumaat lepas aku terpaksa, setelah semalaman pengkalan data di London diserang virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak faham bagaimana virus itu bekerja, bukan dalam jangkauan bidang aku juga aku tak ngerti kenapa orang cipta virus at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;oalan macam tu selalu berkisar dalam benak kepala aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;enapa? Dalam  kebanyakan artikel,  kenapa  orang  besarkan atau highlightkan huruf pertama di permulaan perenggan? Apa logiknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa pemain bola sepak bawak pengiring kanak-kanak sebelum masuk padang?  Apa simboliknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*termenung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambung ngomelan asal. Aku redah di celah-celah mekanikal bergerak yang masing-masing berlumba untuk ke destinasi. Semua nak cepat. Semua tak peduli. Termasuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, hampir saja merempuh sisi sebuah kereta dek kerana tidak menghiraukan lampu merah. Berenti. Tarik nafas panjang-panjang. Jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana nak jumpa view macam ni? Kereta cium bontot kereta. Bas mini didominasi warga Bangla. Bunyi bising hon teksi. Apek tengah sibuk jual tiket loteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karbon monoksida tak payah cakap la. Ia da cukup untuk menghilangkan bau perfume yang aku sembur cukup-cukup sebelum keluar tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah cukup aku tabur dosa memaki hamun setiap bas yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu. Semua ada target sendiri. Ada kehendak yang perlu dipenuhi. Kan? Ada periuk untuk diisi. Ada lubang rezeki untuk digali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik aku kerja malam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6368142397519155322?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6368142397519155322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6368142397519155322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6368142397519155322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6368142397519155322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/ibu-kota-sesak.html' title='Ibu Kota Sesak'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2609022074552826350</id><published>2008-11-28T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:25:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Workstation?</title><content type='html'>Shit. Its Saturday and I'm still at the office. Woo.. this fucking company sure owe me big time. Not that i complaining or something, but here i am cursing myself and of course my so called responsibility for taking (i rather say killing) my social Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall when is the last time i play this game but it seems like the only way to kick my sleepy ass away. I've been Tagged yesterday by She is Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The instruction is as bellow: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Snap work station anda. Then, pas tag ni pada 7 blogger yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/STCHp68EtzI/AAAAAAAAALo/G5yQ0oWdxkE/s1600-h/n722261809_1717684_7148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273864317916460850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/STCHp68EtzI/AAAAAAAAALo/G5yQ0oWdxkE/s320/n722261809_1717684_7148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. This is where i spent my self every night, 5 days a week. It was captured last night around 3 o'clock in the morning. (Look at the clock behind if you don't believe me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird isn't it? Not that i don't want to explain, but its really complicated about what i 'do'. It may take dozens of pages and i rather save the electricity. Heh, all i can say is, i go to work from 9pm to 6am and it had turn the clock inside my brain, upside down. Pity`~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this where the part i named or tagged someone else to jump in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2609022074552826350?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2609022074552826350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2609022074552826350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2609022074552826350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2609022074552826350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-workstation.html' title='My Workstation?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/STCHp68EtzI/AAAAAAAAALo/G5yQ0oWdxkE/s72-c/n722261809_1717684_7148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7564128615877241485</id><published>2008-11-24T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:01:16.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar, spice and everything was nice</title><content type='html'>Great. Finally i had a little gap i can pampered myself in. Sooner it will be 2009 and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution? Nah.. i don't think so, but i did found a cool 09' diaries when i wandered around a bookstore yesterday. Its graphically indicates your planning through out the year. Holidays, party, your time to relax, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esetra, esetra. &lt;/span&gt;Erm, it wasn't a good idea also since i barely had time even to have a small talk with my house mate. Geesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, 09' would be a 'hectic super ignorant busy' year or so i think it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm surprisingly looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aboard?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;Erm, guts, spirit, big brains,  heart,.. positive..&lt;br /&gt;Check!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All up...hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7564128615877241485?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7564128615877241485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7564128615877241485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7564128615877241485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7564128615877241485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/sugar-spice-and-everything-was-nice.html' title='sugar, spice and everything was nice'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2947987666483715406</id><published>2008-11-09T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:13:19.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo</title><content type='html'>I'm totally fond by the late Steig Larsson's book, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It took me only 13 days to wrapped it up. Well, after all it was  a perfect Swedish crime fiction with a mix of conspiracy theory, Nazism and a family saga with a hectic religious maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gessh,.. I've spent the whole Saturday trying to finished it and only stop reading when i had to watch Arsenal vs Manchester United earlier that night. Heh, it turn out The Red Devils has been Gunned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time i was eager to watch 007's Quantum of Solace. So i woke up Sunday, stopped by the book store to buy a new book and headed out to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Righteous Man by Sam Bourne". Herm.,,i bought it because i saw a comment about it on the back of the book. It says, "Excellent plot, much better than Dan Brown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Dan Brown is my favorite author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i watch movies in cinema alone. I was wondering, maybe it was a bad idea (watching movie, alone). People must be thinking, "how sad is this guy though" or "oh, poor lads".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that. They barely know me. Its Quantum of Solace that matter haha. Guess what? I get a perfect sit where i don't think i could get that if i were with somebody. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who come to cinema alone for god sake? I'm pretty sure there should be plenty of a 'single' sit in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that bad right? I've got my sit, a perfect spot and a blockbuster. So i guess, no offend for those who goes to cinema alone right? It just..what that word,,erm,,whats best to describe it...ahaa. Pathetic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2947987666483715406?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2947987666483715406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2947987666483715406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2947987666483715406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2947987666483715406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-with-dragon-tatoo.html' title='The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6529658996980543581</id><published>2008-10-18T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:04:05.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Immortality and Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;`Hey, what its like if you happens to be immortal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Hell no. Why would you think i want to be immortal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it would mean nothing to me, stupid. Whats the point of living when you lost your adrenalin rush knowing that you would live long enough to do almost everything? Besides, i doubt it you would be happy in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly don't like watching  my grandson  grow older than me and  die  before  my eyes. Plus all of the people you know and care about were long gone, you'll end up being alone like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if i been given a choice, i prefer to have a time machine cause i have missed to much of a good moment in my life and repair some of those unlikely time behind or change things that i regret the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whats the worst things could happen by having a time machine? Maybe someday you open up your lil' brother or sister history book and find my picture sitting right besides Tunku Abdul Rahman in Stadium Merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can give a personal touch on Oliver Wright's plane or telescoping through out the solar system with Galileo. Or maybe Einstein will have a new friend to have lunch with or perhaps, instead of painting Monalisa, Da Vinci would make a painting out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.. maybe Hang Jebat wouldn't have to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6529658996980543581?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6529658996980543581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6529658996980543581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6529658996980543581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6529658996980543581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/between-immortality-and-time-machine.html' title='Between Immortality and Time Machine'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4058577047059606598</id><published>2008-10-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:45:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buih itu</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning. NO, just kidding. Are u nuts? Morning is not a good friend of mine and never will it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i was on my way back from work around 0930, stopping by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; stall to get one &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;king size&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; and my favorite "must-have-every-day" coffee. Its a 'same o same o' kind of life I've been living currently. A total circle. Same storyboard. Same routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back from work-get my dishes-watch FRIENDS-read novels-sleep-woke up-lunch or dinner or whatever they called it-go to work-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting for my supplement to be wrapped up, i saw a bunch of kids playing with bubbles on the parking lot few steps away. They like laughing their ass out. Err..i mean laughing out loud. Very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept staring at them, mesmerized, of course not by their annoying sounds (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;..) but by the way their enjoying it. How do i know? Its fucking flashed before their cute tiny little eyes, beamed away the melancholy morning colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm...Whats so special about that bubbles? Yeah, it pretty much can float but rather than that, nothing! I mean, what is so interesting about a 'wet floating hollow circle'? You tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i realise that is what kids good at. They know how to appreciate everything around them, know how to create joy in every single moment of almost anything. They see things by a different perspective, different views, different idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to think of it, i should appreciate more, care more about whats happening around me. Maybe take a step back, sit still and find out which part of this life circle i had missed, gesture a thumbs up or plead an acknowledgement to those who i know willing to go an extra miles with me and lived the day like they will never be tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know you'll missed something untill its gone, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4058577047059606598?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4058577047059606598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4058577047059606598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4058577047059606598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4058577047059606598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/buih-itu.html' title='buih itu'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1373749467413186953</id><published>2008-09-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:19:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my morning taboo</title><content type='html'>0708 Received 1 new message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman ~&lt;br /&gt;Good morning bro. Please come to the office at 1900. We are doing 1900 to 0700. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Gimme a break will you? Lusa da nak raya la...&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;*!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1373749467413186953?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1373749467413186953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1373749467413186953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1373749467413186953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1373749467413186953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-morning-taboo.html' title='my morning taboo'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-712083502491605584</id><published>2008-09-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:09:27.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dam dam dum bunyi mercun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dulu aku gila benci hari Ahad. sumpah. Sangat benci. Tapi sekarang hari Ahad adalah hari aku bemesra dengan rumah, dengan tilam aku, dengan mesin basuh, dengan HBO. Sekarang aku tak mahu hari Ahad aku diganggu. Maafkan aku kerna dulu aku membencimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengah sibuk aku jadi hero dalam mimpi, Kri kejut, nak balik kampung katanya. Siap tinggal kad raya lagi untuk aku kat sebelah bantal aku. Babi!! Habis sesi perpisahan, sambung tido balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;BOOM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sial. Anak sape la main mercun pukul 9 pagi ni. Ayam pun tak lap taik mate lagi. Malas nak bangun, aku jerit la dari dalam bilik. Budak-budak tu selamba je sambung main. Siap nanyi lagu Faizal Tahir lagi. 'Mahakaryacinta'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak je aku turun sekolahkan budak-budak tu tapi memandangkan semua tahap ketinggian mereka mencapai paras pinggang aku jek, so aku malas nak kacau. Dulu aku pon macam tu. Beria benar main mercun. Siap baling masuk rumah orang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukak ASTRO. Mata memang kat TV tapi otak aku da melayang jauh. Yela, memandangkan tahun ni aku beraya sorang-sorang di rumah, so mula la aku memeras otak berkira-kira aktiviti aku di pagi raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've come out with a several option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku balik kerja pukul 6 a.m boleh la aku singgah Masjid Negara untuk sembahyang raya, (padahal tiap2 hari melintas depan Masjid Negara, tak pernah singgah pun) then balik tido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Terus balik rumah, beraya dengan mamak kat bawah flat aku (mintak maaf dengan diorang sebab menjadi mangsa melayan aku berborak tiap-tiap malam). Lepas pekena maggie goreng dengan nescafe o ais, naik atas membuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Balik mandi, pakai wangi-wangi, kerah semua saki-baki sahabat yang senasib dengan aku @ yang beraya di ibu kota, paksa mereka keluar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rutin biasa, balik rumah layan TV, lepas tu tido sampai senja then siap-siap nak pi kerja balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa-rasa kamu orang, option mana paling best? Ada sapa-sapa nak tolong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-712083502491605584?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/712083502491605584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=712083502491605584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/712083502491605584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/712083502491605584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/dam-dam-daum-bunyi-mercun.html' title='dam dam dum bunyi mercun'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4233614930963127491</id><published>2008-09-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:01:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya dan Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SNzbxE5uWrI/AAAAAAAAALc/JmlQ6P50cVI/s1600-h/DSC07584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250312901783083698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SNzbxE5uWrI/AAAAAAAAALc/JmlQ6P50cVI/s320/DSC07584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; berat mata memandang berat lagi bahu memikul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gambar ni aku curik dari blog Lily. Sebetulnya aku pun dah tak ingat kapan gambar gedik ni diambil. Biasalah.. hidup gaya selebriti memang macam ni. Macam mana kami boleh kenal? Err, kebenaran memang pahit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dia curi selipar aku&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Hey..letak la gambar hencem sket..apara..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lily~  Tableh tableh. Ni gambar 1st aku amek dgn ko. Jadi aci la kalu dua2 pun buruk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sesungguhnya aku sangat setuju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sumber. &lt;a href="http://liloshatred.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://liloshatred.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4233614930963127491?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4233614930963127491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4233614930963127491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4233614930963127491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4233614930963127491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/saya-dan-lily.html' title='Saya dan Lily'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SNzbxE5uWrI/AAAAAAAAALc/JmlQ6P50cVI/s72-c/DSC07584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-92188210059806195</id><published>2008-09-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:00:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my grandmother's hand</title><content type='html'>I was 8 years old that time when i was playing with my grandmother's ring at the kitchen until she smacked my head and put the ring back on the upper level of the cabinet where i cant reach it. She used to take it out when she was doing 'things' that she suppose to do in kitchen. I don't know what her reason and i didn't bother to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i remembered my grandfather bought her a new ring somewhere in the same year. For which occasion, again i didn't bother my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next day i noticed she still wearing the old ring and take out the same old ring from her finger and again put it on top of the cabinet where obviously make it harder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i insisted of being passive. I asked, "why don't you wear &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; new ring?". Then she replied, "my hand aren't pretty enough. cant you see all this vein popped out under my skin? i don't want people kept staring at the ring and then noticed the wrinkle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my height as an 8 year old boy, probably my eyes are staring straight at her hand every single day and ya, i kind of noticed the wrinkle and all the vein but it seems like very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that hand would ended up at my face or at my butt when I've done a mess. Those hand made my fever gone every time it touches my head. Those wrinkle hand that without no doubt washed my cloth, ironed my school uniform and even combed my hair. The same hand that i used to kissed every morning. It was those ugly wrinkle hand and it kind of had it own smell, it own touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe those hand that had made me this way, who i am today. Not loads, but one can call it a human being. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. but she's unlucky enough to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fatihah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-92188210059806195?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/92188210059806195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=92188210059806195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/92188210059806195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/92188210059806195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-grandmothers-hand.html' title='my grandmother&apos;s hand'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6008241999217649469</id><published>2008-09-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:23:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, you know, i think, u dont, u act, i'm blank</title><content type='html'>finally... i rarely got a chance to write lately. ya i've been on the net several time but then just enough to read my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as far as i'm concern, a lot had happened. to me, to my friends, nearby and far away, so called digital friends behind friendster, myspace and facebook monitor and obviously to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this month i've been assigned to cleared up all the items that came up from our front office in London at night, err  london time. meanings, my work circles would be from 9pm to 6am. though it may sounds interesting, but i have to sing a hell of a good bye song to my social life. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i will spend the first day of RAYA working. bitter isn't it? this company sure owe me big time. Ramadhan in KL? Kangar is far more better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as so you know, last few days it had been a major turmoil for all the big apples in USA finance. the effect of the volatile share and credit market leading to a massive turnover by the investor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehman Brothers Bank, of the Federal 18, one of the most recognizable, 150 years in the biz, collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meryill Linch, taked over by Bank of America. AIG, are on the edge to join Lehman Brothers but thanks to the USD 40 billion injection by US government that make them stay above water. its been a chaos in my office as we put a big effort to hedged every possibility that may came out unlucky for us. err..OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of being in a steady state, our boss bought us a pizza. Pizza?`~sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add with the crucial flavor of world madness, its the colors of what all of my friends painted to the storyboard this month. i had few friend who has ended up their relationship with their loves one. a friend who just found love but not sure whether it was the right time to make a move. a friend who simply just learned how to flirt. people getting married, migrate, dead. a friend who had no idea what he was doing until now. me, being a jerk sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world. colors. wheels. karma.yin and yang.&lt;br /&gt;how about that to explain everything. hee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6008241999217649469?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6008241999217649469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6008241999217649469' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6008241999217649469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6008241999217649469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-you-know-i-think-u-dont-u-act-im.html' title='i know, you know, i think, u dont, u act, i&apos;m blank'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4313849071088996868</id><published>2008-08-29T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:27:10.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in loving memories of Rick</title><content type='html'>early this morning i recd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt; anonymous number, saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just to inform u that our dear beloved brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gupreet&lt;/span&gt; passed away this morning around 2am. the cottage leaves the resident at 1pm and the funeral will be held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loke&lt;/span&gt; Yew by 2pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gupreet&lt;/span&gt; @ Rick was in UK confirmation team, the same team as i am. A cool guy with tall and pretty handsome features and perhaps a heavy drinker. With the piercing all over his face, u wont believe his actually afraid of rats. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back i was with him with the rest of my team hang out at one of our favourite stall near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pudu&lt;/span&gt;. Laughing, teasing each other and we're planning on following our department night out at Rum's Jungle this coming Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is suppose to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; celebration at our process floor and last night we finished up decorate at 3am just to make sure our team will grab the prizes. Come today, we wrapped up all the decor and choose to leave it just like that cause its feel like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're planning on touring the floor while singing a patriotic songs and then Rick comes with his sarcastic opinion like always. I remember he said, "come Friday, I'm on MC" and strolled out with a big laughed. There goes your MC man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at his funeral just now and i was thinking, one can deceased with no alarm. Today he was with you and tomorrow he's out of reach..far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter of time. When your name is written, your time to leave the world has been decided. Never too early or neither late. Never ever in my life I've lost my close friend and i still don't know how to react. He was sitting in front of me in the office for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw the same silhouette that i saw everyday in front of me went burning, i was like..&lt;br /&gt;"this is it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes our cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Gupreet@Rick"&gt;Gupreet@Rick&lt;/a&gt; 1981-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; by the way, that anonymous number is Rick's number that I'll never save it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4313849071088996868?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4313849071088996868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4313849071088996868' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4313849071088996868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4313849071088996868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-loving-memories-of-rick.html' title='in loving memories of Rick'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1666191867704972471</id><published>2008-08-26T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:44:01.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as i see it'/><title type='text'>Without Wax</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the word sincere is originated from Latin word sen Serra that means without wax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sen Serra thingy started back in Galileo's time centuries ago where peeps raced to create beautiful statue and sculpture to present it to their emperor or for academic reasons. So, sometimes when there is a foul on their masterpiece, they will cover it with wax. By that time, every artwork that has no slack at all, meanings true form of it without any added compartment are called sen Serra', without wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what sincerely stands for rite? The true meaning behind the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without wax,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1666191867704972471?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1666191867704972471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=1666191867704972471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1666191867704972471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/1666191867704972471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/witout-wax.html' title='Without Wax'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6354897494328953319</id><published>2008-08-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:08:27.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku?pervert?</title><content type='html'>memang da jadi lumrah aku, bangun tido mesti nak buang hajat dulu. ini terjadi mungkin kerana sistem penghadaman aku sangat-sangatlah efisyen. masuk terus proses, tendang keluar secepat mungkin. err.. moto buah pinggang aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rutin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, aku sangat concerntrate bab2 hajat neh but pagi tadi disebabkan nak habiskan saki baki digital fortress yang aku baca dari mggu lepas, tumpuan aku terganggu. sangat terganggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai ofis, log on, muka biru pujuk perut jangan buat hal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rat race..penah dengar x?&lt;br /&gt;hari ni bursa malaysia anjurkan satu larian dengan memakai ofis wear yang disertai beberapa syarikat sekitar kuala lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back aku dapat satu email about this race and a couple of changes has been made like gentz punye washroom kat annexe dijadikan bilik persalinan untuk peserta perempuan.  guess what? aku  x take note pon email tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan xde tandas dekat floor aku, tapi aku perlukan rokok untuk membantu aku fokus dan hanya annexe punya tandas jek yang menyediakan kemudahan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak berjaya pujuk perut aku untuk tenang, aku pon berlari-lari anak ke tandas annexe.&lt;br /&gt;masuk...berhenti....muka jadi hijau....&lt;br /&gt;aku dengar jeritan....aku panic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;datang makcik cleaner..." dik, tandas lelaki da tukar, sini bilik perempuan salin baju, tandas lelaki  kat dalam bursa... adik jalan terus... belok ka.... ... ... .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak dengar lagi ape makcik cleaner tu cakap sebab aku dah menonong cabut dari situ. haih...&lt;br /&gt;baru teringat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6354897494328953319?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6354897494328953319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6354897494328953319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6354897494328953319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6354897494328953319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/akupervert.html' title='aku?pervert?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-854577707347166506</id><published>2008-08-08T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:44:02.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serban party</title><content type='html'>sebenarnya aku sangat kagum dengan orang Punjabi. rata-rata mereka masih mengekalkan pegangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tradisi lain aku xtau sangat la tapi yang paling jelas, serban yang berbalut ketat kt atas kepala tuh memang petanda paling senang utk mengenal kaum ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er..&lt;br /&gt;dijelaskan disini, entry ini bukan berunsur perkauman yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jgn salah faham!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorang punjabi yang aku kenal kat tempat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. memang saban hari beliau tetap setia dengan serbannya. dibalut kemas menutup telinga. riak mukanya menunjukkan beliau bangga mempromosikan keindahan tradisi dan kepercayaan beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari isnin kaler biru..&lt;br /&gt;selasa kaler hitam...&lt;br /&gt;rabu kaler kuning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam 2 minggu lepas, aku dan teman hadir annual dinner ofis aku kat KL Convention Centre.&lt;br /&gt;diberitahu, si polan diatas turut serta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambaran aku biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak kaler hijau, mesti kaler kuning. tak kaler kuning mesti kaler hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si polan sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;serban dia tompok-tompok ala polka dot la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rakan sebelah bisik. " serban party dia kot..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mungkin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-854577707347166506?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/854577707347166506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=854577707347166506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/854577707347166506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/854577707347166506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/serban-party.html' title='serban party'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7677121116679839611</id><published>2008-07-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:58:58.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kampungkah aku</title><content type='html'>lama sudah mau kongsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah sekali aku pulang dari kerja, my colleague ajak ke salah sebuah kelab malam di ibu kota. masuk free sebab one of my colleague pernah kerja sebagai manager kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masuk, lepak kt penjuru bar. " lime juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat depan aku ada 2 perempuan melayu tengah menari ala stripper. sebab apa aku cakap stripper? sebab dia angkat skirt sampai pusat teros menampakkan underwear nya yang dalam remang lampu disco dalam tuh aku rasa kaler merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking. this is superb!! but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;tak cukup lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes later dia naik atas bar menari sepertimana dia menari kat bawah tadi. semua orang sorak. err.. termasuk aku. kenapa? bartender sembur gas dari barriel beer dari bawah sampai skirt minah tu terangkat sampai ke muka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minah tu? lagi ligat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik..&lt;br /&gt;aku cerita ceriti la kat sorang rakan tentang hal yang berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini respon rakan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"biasa la tu weh. ari tu masa aku p club, ada sorang minah neh baik punya lentok menari dengan kitorang. tanya punya tanya, hang tau dia keja pa?"- rakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keja apa?"-aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pegawai kat JAKIM" - rakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ini sangat kasihan kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7677121116679839611?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7677121116679839611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7677121116679839611' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7677121116679839611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7677121116679839611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/kampungkah-aku.html' title='kampungkah aku'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3949950066997991094</id><published>2008-07-17T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:26:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mari santau bush</title><content type='html'>semalam dikala panas terik aku meremepit masuk ke kampus dengan tujuan ingin bertemu Dr. Azura.  mula la berceritera hal2 biasa yang biasa ditanya kepada orang biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari hal kerja, study, kahwin and all sampai la hal rumah sewa mahal, harga minyak naik, harga barang naik dan tak lupa juga debat Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, datang seorang lagi rakan pelajar berborak dengan Dr Azura pasal kenduri and all the masak thingy memandangkan beliau sedang mengusahakan sebuah cafe di shah alam. dalam remang2 diorang berborak, terdengar di halwa telinaga aku pasal kes2 santau yang melibatkan makanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;santau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejenis ilmu sihir untuk melengkapi perasaan hasad dengki sesama makhluk dan menjadi trend masa kini . kata orang, golongan melayu sangat handal dalam mengaplikasikan ilmu-ilmu seperti ini terutama di kepulauan indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pegi la santau bush. kita kan banyak bakat2 sihir. kenapa nak santau orang sendiri&lt;/span&gt;?" -aku&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena la hantar yang boleh terbang&lt;/span&gt;" -Dr. Azura&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak payah, bawak je bomoh naik flight sampai washington&lt;/span&gt;!!" -aku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3949950066997991094?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3949950066997991094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3949950066997991094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3949950066997991094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3949950066997991094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/mari-santau-bush.html' title='mari santau bush'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8027830048913859084</id><published>2008-07-16T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:21:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caveman</title><content type='html'>istilah ini merujuk kepada orang yang jakun terhadap teknologi seperti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang orang dah tak pakai handphone flip berkamera setakat 1 megapixel dan memory card 54kb yang dahulu amat cemerlang di zamanya. market basket nowdays dilimpahi berjuta mobile phone yang disertakan beribu function yang rata-rata menggunakan format touch screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jadi la terkial bila menyelongkar hand phone rakan. nak cari bluetooth pon tak jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;~ caveman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah dengar discman tak? kepada pengguna mp3 yang sekarang ni boleh didapati dengan harga tak kurang rm50, discman ialah audio player yang memerlukan cakera padat sebagai storage devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah aku naik train sambil dengar discman yang aku letak dalam beg. habis satu cakera, secara manualnya kenalah tukar cakera lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku keluarkan discman. rasa semacam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dapat rasa mata2 kat dalam train sedang perhatikan aku sambil terpampang jelas dari raut wajah mereka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"silap zaman ke budak neh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8027830048913859084?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8027830048913859084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8027830048913859084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8027830048913859084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8027830048913859084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/caveman.html' title='caveman'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7876147491606915443</id><published>2008-07-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:46:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15th July, happy faces, sad story</title><content type='html'>dammit.. ari tuh trase cam lame lg nk konvo. tup2 da selamat selesai... dgr dr rakan dulu diorg ckp boring jek lepak dlm dewan mase amek scroll. heh, x pon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cepat jek. time beratur kt tgge stage org pggl name pon x sedar.. tau2 da kt hujung stage, kt tangan da ade scroll... haih.. nervesbreak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sume lawa2, cantek2, hensem2 jek.. termasuklah parents. senyum lebar jek smpai telinga. setel satu tanggung jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my grandmother was here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;ske sgt ble da jmpe rakan2...&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang jln bergambar jek, dgn panas terik dan bau da busuk gle ku gagahkan jua..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my father was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dpt la beberapa kenangan drp rakan..&lt;br /&gt;sejambak bunga from eamy, naja and bijan...&lt;br /&gt;si hellena kasi gelang sabahan hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;budok sarah joy lak kasi patung kura2!!!&lt;br /&gt;tq!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my mother was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade certain peeps yg x smpat jumpe@jmpe kejap jek..&lt;br /&gt;azam kna dftr plkn..&lt;br /&gt;adeq nox lgsung x jumpe,  bz  bersama bf die..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this is it. ntah bla nk dtg balik sni. ntah ble mau ketemu lg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7876147491606915443?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7876147491606915443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7876147491606915443' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7876147491606915443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7876147491606915443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/15th-july-happy-faces-sad-story.html' title='15th July, happy faces, sad story'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2852639382634824222</id><published>2008-07-11T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:07:39.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises is good isn't it?</title><content type='html'>todays thingy' is full of surprise rite? and u can decide or determined evrything while u enjoy every second of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday thingy' cannot be alter..&lt;br /&gt;future thingy' is out of our control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why todays thingy'  was called present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better look foward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'll jump into a lot of surprises!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2852639382634824222?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2852639382634824222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2852639382634824222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2852639382634824222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2852639382634824222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprises-is-good-isnt-it.html' title='surprises is good isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6375793804038980081</id><published>2008-07-11T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:56:39.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayark!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julai oredy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiyoo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6375793804038980081?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6375793804038980081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6375793804038980081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6375793804038980081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6375793804038980081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayark.html' title='ayark!!!'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-1208197969328337896</id><published>2008-06-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:03:33.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ayah transformers?</title><content type='html'>lets start with this, i was attending a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; session this week so i have to be in the class for five days listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, while me and the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fellas&lt;/span&gt; was waiting for our trainer to show up, one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; suddenly stood up and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did anyone knows that 'Transformers' had a father?"&lt;br /&gt;"can anyone guest what his name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Transparent"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-1208197969328337896?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3140229602386642276</id><published>2008-06-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:00:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by the end of the month</title><content type='html'>woah ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame x sentuh benda inih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x sabar nk konvo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3140229602386642276?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3140229602386642276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3140229602386642276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3140229602386642276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3140229602386642276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/by-end-of-month.html' title='by the end of the month'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4964732966836768651</id><published>2008-06-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:54:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soalan mandatori</title><content type='html'>td terdengar bebelan seorg rakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was out for a movie with his wife the other nite. xtau citer ape. then, seperti kebiasaan warga penonton midnight, bila da abes maka berpusu-pusu la kuar dari cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, on his way out, he met his friend who also just finished the same movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the dialog goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend's friend: "hey there what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;my friend: ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you serious about that question? this is what i call a "Malaysianisme". haih~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4964732966836768651?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4964732966836768651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4964732966836768651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4964732966836768651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4964732966836768651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/soalan-mandatori.html' title='soalan mandatori'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3824287745959047051</id><published>2008-06-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:36:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here today, still here tomorrow</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a called from my father this evening asking about how my first day of work turn out to be and i said quiet okay. met a lot of peeps, learn a bunch of things and what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my father was just like, "from this point upward keep your head still. remember how you get there. how many hands are working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; best to help you along the way and how many more who suffers. its time for you to pay the deeds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly what my dad means. in other words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lupa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daratan&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just said, " here i am today is approximately will be the same person you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ougth&lt;/span&gt; to see tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and so on and it will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the reminder dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3824287745959047051?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3824287745959047051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3824287745959047051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3824287745959047051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3824287745959047051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-today-still-here-tomorrow.html' title='here today, still here tomorrow'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7278611415294461490</id><published>2008-06-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:17:31.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lesen @ suar terkoyak?</title><content type='html'>salahkah aku pakai seluar koyak?&lt;br /&gt;koyak tp berjahit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xboleh jugak?&lt;br /&gt;mane nmpak paha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa? buat malu ayah?&lt;br /&gt;xkan cikgu tak pernah marah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benda ciput cmni nk wat kecoh...&lt;br /&gt;bicara siswa? ape 2? x tgk pon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"family awak x malu ke?"&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hey lets see what wil  happen to your kid when he's grown up. hampeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7278611415294461490?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7278611415294461490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7278611415294461490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7278611415294461490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7278611415294461490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/lesen-suar-terkoyak.html' title='lesen @ suar terkoyak?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-7304260722579160267</id><published>2008-05-31T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T06:47:21.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semua yang beliau buat semua tak masuk akal</title><content type='html'>bulan ni memang menjadi milik Tun Dr Mahathir. semua bercakap tentang beliau. mempersoalkan tindakan beliau. menyokong beliau dari belakang. menyindir beliau secara terang-terangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terbaru, menteri belia dan sukan. tak hadir upacara perasmian GT, datang petang buat sidang media, menggesa muhkzani dan Tun letak jawatan dalam kerajaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab dah keluar UMNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaya kepimpinan Pak Lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlukah? smpai mendatangkan masalah kepada majlis bertaraf global? sebab muhkzani? bodek? entahlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuba renung sejarah, 20 tahun dulu. rancangan dan tindakan Tun semuanya dikatakan tak masuk akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jambatan pulau pinang? Mustahi!!&lt;br /&gt;kereta buatan Malaysia? sangat mustahil!!&lt;br /&gt;KLCC? lagi sangat mustahil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gile ape buat jambatan panjang2!!"&lt;br /&gt;"jangan berangan la nk buat kereta sendiri."&lt;br /&gt;"nak mampos agaknye buat bangunan tinggi2!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak masuk akal kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tun ada alasan sendiri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-7304260722579160267?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7304260722579160267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=7304260722579160267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7304260722579160267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/7304260722579160267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/semua-yang-beliau-buat-semua-tak-masuk.html' title='semua yang beliau buat semua tak masuk akal'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5888119109955692851</id><published>2008-05-30T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:25:21.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari tanpa tembakau</title><content type='html'>a world without smokers like a milk without fat and pretty much like a scotch without an alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5888119109955692851?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5888119109955692851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5888119109955692851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5888119109955692851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5888119109955692851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/hari-tanpa-tembakau.html' title='hari tanpa tembakau'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4968835150435111762</id><published>2008-05-29T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:53:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teka teki teku</title><content type='html'>smlm borak pasal teka teki. teringat perjalanan ke kelantan 4 tahun lepas nk pegi meminang utk one of my friend's cousins. ktorg ditemani oleh org tua yg sgt disegani di kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*da arwah 2 tahun lepas. semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat keatasnya. Al-Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang perjalanan kami dihantui teka teki yg menyakitkan hati from this old guys. rase nk bkk pintu then tggl die kt hutan tanah merah tu. nk tau cne rase die? teruskan membace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokok ape paling orang takut? ble jmpe jek mesti lari?&lt;br /&gt;pokok nk tumbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas ape paling kuat di dunia?&lt;br /&gt;bas tikam batu kt sg petani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit ape paling sakit?&lt;br /&gt;sakit leher. bila paling jek sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nk lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knape bangau suke angkat sebelah kaki?&lt;br /&gt;kalo angkat dua-dua mestila die jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikan ape besr sket dari ikan paus?&lt;br /&gt;paus goreng tepung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marah x?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4968835150435111762?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4968835150435111762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4968835150435111762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4968835150435111762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4968835150435111762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/teka-teki-teku.html' title='teka teki teku'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-4995380571234706482</id><published>2008-05-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:13:24.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selepas sesi berpeloh</title><content type='html'>habes interview i was asked to waited outside with my hand still holding on to my zip. setengah jam tggu, and I'm beginning to asked around if i could go home or i have to wait for another sessions or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sis, what am i waiting for? is there any other sessions?"&lt;br /&gt;"you have done your interview don't you? let me check first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i lost her from sight. after 15 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haidar, I'm sorry, i couldn't find your form."&lt;br /&gt;"so"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, this is what you'll do. you can go home, and if you were shortlisted, then  we will call  you back in 2 or 3 days."&lt;br /&gt;"well, OK then, tq."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, buang masa aku. then i call merq ajk lunch. lapar, panas, haus, sume ade. lunch kat desaria. after about an hour i received a call from anonymous number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni haidar ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, talking."&lt;br /&gt;"kt mne skang?"&lt;br /&gt;"kt cyber lg."&lt;br /&gt;"ok, leh dtg HSBC blk x?"&lt;br /&gt;"boley2. 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku, merq and faeza has a question mark kt dahi. why? aku ad tertinggal brg keh? smpai je kt sane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ko haidar?"&lt;br /&gt;"yup."&lt;br /&gt;"mne ko pegi? ape la, x nmpak neh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smbil pgg form aku, he showed me the part where HR manager wrote, ' accepted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tq so much to krie, merq, faeza, abah, bang li, mak lang, mak ndak and all the luck i've received from everybody during the process. owh, not to forget.. jobstreet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-4995380571234706482?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4995380571234706482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=4995380571234706482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4995380571234706482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/4995380571234706482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/selepas-sesi-berpeloh.html' title='selepas sesi berpeloh'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-5586657141574918832</id><published>2008-05-24T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:36:49.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day, full of suprises</title><content type='html'>i thought today would end up to be a total disaster for me. cube bayangkn, i should be at the HSBC interview sessions at cyberjaya, at 9 am. bangun pkl 8.40 am and it takes me half an hour utk bersiap. mmg sgt kalut and after one last check on my document that i should bring along, all of the photocopy of the original certificate was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sial, ni mesti tggl kt umh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mase br bertolak dgn merq dari desaria, jarum-jarum jam dah menjerit cakap da pkl 9.30 am. ok, it takes 15 to 20 minutes from desaria to HSBC where i should be there half an hour ago. fine! on top of that, nk kna photocopy blk all of the document that required for the assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kita photocopy kt jln technocrat nnt lah"&lt;br /&gt;"fine with me"&lt;br /&gt;"alamak tutop la"&lt;br /&gt;"what? then?"&lt;br /&gt;"patah balik then photocopy kat lim kok wing, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"ok"&lt;br /&gt;"then kita amek faeza g breakfast dlu"&lt;br /&gt;"baik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih, i should have check on them earlier before. skang da menyesal. sigh. but anyway, pg jugk interview, merq and his soul mate faeza yg hantarkn. i filled up the registration form and waited for my turn to be called inside. no giliran, 68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so nervous. this is somehow my first interview, so i'm not pretty sure what to expect. g toilet. zip seluar pon nk amek bahagian mempersendakan aku. rosak.!! xboley tutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;"are you haidar"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, i am"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, please follow me."&lt;br /&gt;"demmit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jalan ikot mamat tuh dgn tgn kiri pgg zip suar, tgn kanan pgg fail. weirdo!! then, berakhirlah interview session setelah puas merembes kelenjar adrenalin dan muke yg da merah padam berkat soalan interview bagi seorg yg pemalu mcm aku. lega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-5586657141574918832?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5586657141574918832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=5586657141574918832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5586657141574918832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/5586657141574918832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-day-full-of-suprises.html' title='what a day, full of suprises'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-337531277814780026</id><published>2008-05-17T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:43:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy dose of happiness</title><content type='html'>yesterday wasn't so bad for an energetic young boy like me, struggling to find a good job while facing the most difficult mass time line in my life. i met loads of people. teachers, Friends, ex classmate, old buddy, old buddy's mom. i saw all kind of sparks in the eye of most people that i met. a kind of sparks that lead to a generous, pure, grateful kind of smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, those feelings do have a strong chemistry reaction. its somehow stabilized my emotion's neutron. some say "the love is in the air". i think i really felt that in almost every possible ways. you can feel the pure love pouring from their heart by the meaningful look they gave you and hope you'll achieve success in every single things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to captured their happy face, especially my friends, tried to read whats insides their mind cause i tend to keep their faces that way and to do so i have to identified the right trigger. they are really one of a kind and i love them all. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love all of you more then yesterday but not as much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-337531277814780026?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/337531277814780026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=337531277814780026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/337531277814780026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/337531277814780026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/healthy-dose-of-happiness.html' title='healthy dose of happiness'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3527530817938327705</id><published>2008-05-15T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:46:30.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy and devine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be like me,&lt;br /&gt;likewise easy to stumble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being a bad example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; follow my footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;can't handle any kind of provocation,&lt;br /&gt;excitement,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;failure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its good to be ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;for far and for most,&lt;br /&gt;less seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask to much could have been a good option,&lt;br /&gt;not loads,&lt;br /&gt;but pretty well happy,&lt;br /&gt;indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3527530817938327705?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3527530817938327705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3527530817938327705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3527530817938327705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3527530817938327705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/melancholy-and-devine.html' title='melancholy and devine'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-9078544011817490329</id><published>2008-05-09T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:50:09.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>violent earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hujan &lt;/div&gt;panas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hujan&lt;/div&gt;panas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pening!! sejok then panas then sejok balek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;factor:&lt;/div&gt;global warming, CO2 emissions, forest violation, polluted ozone, decreased territory of both pole, over exploited sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;china has been stated to be the major contributor of CO2 regarding to its turnover to industrial based country. India are in second placed followed by USA. CO2 is vital in the cycle of life where plants uses CO2 to create food and releases O2 for living creatures to breath. tugas lain adalah untuk memerangkap haba, meanings to preserves the temperatures of the planet. but to much of CO2 in our atmosphere can lead to several damages. global warming, big flood, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several studies indicated that they are evidence of over exploited forest activities throughout the globe leading to a massive distinction of protected species. redwood trees, white tail eagles, panda and many more. fishing industries are having the same problems with likes of major fishing countries like Netherlands, Fiji, and several island across the Caribbean seas. the unappropriated management in fisheries by these countries lead to a devastating of marine life by the provision in usage of illegal fishing vessels and fishing equipment. only Australia manage to sustain their fishing industries in order to achieve the sustainable growth in marine cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ape la aku merapik..&lt;br /&gt;da lame berangan nk menulis untk mag sebenarnye, social and environmental issues, etc..&lt;br /&gt;harap-harap la..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'make love not war' - hell's angel hippies 1966 Sans Fransisco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-9078544011817490329?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9078544011817490329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=9078544011817490329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9078544011817490329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9078544011817490329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/violent-earth.html' title='violent earth'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8601561828253399845</id><published>2008-05-07T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:34:33.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apsal 7?</title><content type='html'>herm,, bukak mate tgh hari td da x nmpak pc aku kt hujung kaki, x nmpak gitar kapok bila ku pusing kanan, x nampak along kala menoleh ke kiri, xde sliding door kt hujung kepala aku. owh, aku sudah di rumah sendiri bila telinga aku menyahut comand ayah aku soh mandi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas mandi, kuar makan nasi air feveret aku sorg2 sambil tggu kroni sampai. topic utk hari ini berkisar tentang planning aku in the future. sume nk tanye, sume nk tahu. rokok pon habes banyak seperti kapasiti kebiasaan bila aku melepak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik umah!!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;tenet!!&lt;br /&gt;thanxs dila sebab kasi aku kerja mau buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 tentang aku.&lt;br /&gt;1. suka jalan&lt;br /&gt;2. gila camera&lt;br /&gt;3. suka nyanyi walaupun sora x sedap&lt;br /&gt;4. arsenal sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;5. manchester united sucks&lt;br /&gt;6. hyper aktif x tentu pasal&lt;br /&gt;7. cepat busan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 yg menakutkan&lt;br /&gt;1. lipas&lt;br /&gt;2. duit tarak&lt;br /&gt;3. kawan tarak [paling takut]&lt;br /&gt;4. ilang panca indera&lt;br /&gt;5. kawen awal.. opss&lt;br /&gt;6. x dapat men bola&lt;br /&gt;7. x dapat menyanyi @ melalak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lagu sekarang&lt;br /&gt;1. dig - incubus&lt;br /&gt;2. rock and roll machine - the donnas&lt;br /&gt;3. bonda - m.nasir&lt;br /&gt;4. deeper conversation - yuna&lt;br /&gt;5. suara kekasih - alleycats&lt;br /&gt;6. polaroid - oh chentaku&lt;br /&gt;7. you give love a bad name - bon jovi cover's by arch enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 benda slalu sebut&lt;br /&gt;1. haih..&lt;br /&gt;2. hak3&lt;br /&gt;3. pergh...&lt;br /&gt;4. siot&lt;br /&gt;5. thanxs..&lt;br /&gt;6. geli mat&lt;br /&gt;7. nes o peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 amat bernilai&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. kawan&lt;br /&gt;3. duit&lt;br /&gt;4. wallet&lt;br /&gt;5. deria&lt;br /&gt;6. memori&lt;br /&gt;7. kasih sayang  cewah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pertama kali&lt;br /&gt;xpaham sgt tp aku bantai jek...&lt;br /&gt;petama kali - umor&lt;br /&gt;1. baca suratkhabar - 5 tahun&lt;br /&gt;2. baca quran - 7 tahun&lt;br /&gt;3. nek keta bomba - 6 tahun&lt;br /&gt;4. naik van jenazah - 16 tahun&lt;br /&gt;5. dating - 16 tahun&lt;br /&gt;6. isap rokok - 14 tahun&lt;br /&gt;7. masuk hospital - 18 tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag-tag yah..&lt;br /&gt;1. nat saje dengki kt ko&lt;br /&gt;2. alyn cpt kembali menulis&lt;br /&gt;3. eamy jgn runsing lagi&lt;br /&gt;4. naja aku nk hadiah konvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8601561828253399845?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8601561828253399845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8601561828253399845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8601561828253399845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8601561828253399845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/apsal-7.html' title='apsal 7?'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-2492164331564668904</id><published>2008-05-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:51:37.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahad jahat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jahat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xtau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kenapa&lt;/span&gt;. everything seems not well place. I've craved and handled a lot of blunders before, but not this time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;naja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; Sarawak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tadi&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm starting to miss her so much. she's really a good listeners though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; tune in to another episode without saying goodbye but i don't blame her, me neither are pretty sucks at saying goodbye!!! hope she'll take a good care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterward, my turn!! new chapter huh? new routines, new habit, new, new and new. i have no idea how i wanted it to be yet and starting to think how to put myself trough. the hard way or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. maybe it isn't that bad at all. life is full of surprises, hope, dreams, etc. that's whats really makes me move on, to have faith, to achieve goals, to believe in having a better life. but yet, here i am, thinking craps, loosing focus all the way together with getting annoyed in things i used to love. told you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ahad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jahat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rainy outside and added tonight's gloomy flavour in to my chiller's wannabe brain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;rase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mandom&lt;/span&gt;, dull, empty. try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; having fun watching my favourite teams in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Barclay's&lt;/span&gt;. guess what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hampeh&lt;/span&gt;!! Arsenal main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sampah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting pissed because of it, makes me ended up here, complaining trough this patient medium. sigh~. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ahad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;memang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;jahat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a cup of coffee would cheer me up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;starfuck&lt;/span&gt; please, without star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tq&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-2492164331564668904?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2492164331564668904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=2492164331564668904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2492164331564668904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/2492164331564668904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahad-jahat.html' title='ahad jahat'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6395677342115997091</id><published>2008-04-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:15:56.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock-Knock Jokes</title><content type='html'>Walking past my mates room this morning when i saw him in one of his yoga position, strange but quiet comfortable for him to sleep i guess. Hate to wake him up so i tried to walk with minimum capacity of sounds emission.  Mission of the day, picked eamy up from town. I totally missed her this week so i offered myself to grabbed the tasked. She's just arrived from KL and will be going to Redang Island at 10 o'clock. Out of topics again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to knock-knock. I've borrowed my friends car for this mission, tuned in to Hitz.Fm while i was driving and lighting up my cigarettes.  A  few morning wake up songs was been played, not much. "what do you expect from a radio station?". I started increased the volume when its time for Dj Rudy and JJ cause they always come out.. err..i mean on air with some crazy games and lucky me this time, Knock-Knock Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the game was played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dj Rudy : Knock-knock!!&lt;br /&gt;Dj JJ : Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Dj Rudy :  Police&lt;br /&gt;Dj JJ : Police who?&lt;br /&gt;Dj Rudy : Police (P-lease) let me in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it? ok, there's one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock-knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Walter.&lt;br /&gt;Walter who?&lt;br /&gt;Walter (what-are) you doing in my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it or not? The words in the bracket is how you pronounces it.&lt;br /&gt;one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock-knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Wanda.&lt;br /&gt;Wanda who?&lt;br /&gt;Wanda (won-der) where i left my keys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun isn't it? I ended up smiling ears to ears along the road. Great morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6395677342115997091?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6395677342115997091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6395677342115997091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6395677342115997091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6395677342115997091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/knock-knock-jokes.html' title='Knock-Knock Jokes'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-135390545180182821</id><published>2008-04-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:57:12.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that sundays i hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;owh thank god, its finally Sunday!! finally a weekdays in terengganu i suppose! after not so glory weekend I've get trough yesterday, i pictured today was not going to vary much of it. i kind of remembered how i used to hate Sunday very much back then. way back my school age i mean. why? crazy answers, because Sundays end up every good moment of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets start with this, i was in the boarding school since i was form 1. so i guess the hostel life is a memorably sweet as we share almost everything. yes!! everything!! you woke up in the morning and you'll see the same faces through out the day until you close your eyes back. we share the same spirits, the same activities, same stories, same madness, and i hell know that weekend is something that we'll want it to last longer. there's always a plan. especially when we were seniors. i don't have to be more specifics about the dirty works, do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh I'm sorry, back on Sundays issues. to wake on Sundays meanings, that tonight i probably have to march to my class, searching my homework, and don't get a chance to throw my ass out from the chair. pardon me, but Sunday's dishes are often very sucks, as long as i can remember. we all hate Sundays. to know that you have to wake up early tomorrow morning, get your locker clean up from any evidence that might cause you trouble. i have to find my ties, my matrix card, comb my hair proper and just to make sure that teachers didn't have a slickest chances to scold you even if they wanted to so much. "bad boys will bring viruses to school". those word are still lingered in my ears till now. hahaha.. but i never blame them. its what they do that makes me who i am now. hehe, not so perfect i guess, but i sure know i can serve the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that Sundays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-135390545180182821?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/135390545180182821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=135390545180182821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/135390545180182821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/135390545180182821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-sundays-i-hate.html' title='that sundays i hate'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-6803911505273162742</id><published>2008-04-12T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T04:58:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lean on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes in our life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all have pain, we all have sorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if we are wise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we know that there's always tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lean on me, when you not strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wont be long, till I'm gonna need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somebody to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call on me brother, if you need a hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all need somebody to lean on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just might have a problem, that you'll understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all need somebody to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- #&lt;em&gt; Micheal Bolton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-6803911505273162742?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6803911505273162742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=6803911505273162742' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6803911505273162742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/6803911505273162742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/lean-on-me.html' title='lean on me'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8404861018986304760</id><published>2008-04-10T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:51:27.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insane and pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not insane! i know nothing about insane!&lt;br /&gt;pain? erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, ni cuma a part of my opinion jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, problems cannot be solved by pain! please, thank god if we had any problem. that's help us realize what we want in our life. did u ever though that our 'insanenitythoughfully' problems is nothing more compare to what we get daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i mean, come on lar. jangan demand banyak sangat.&lt;br /&gt;kire ok what?&lt;br /&gt;we still have air to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;and even earth to rock on!!&lt;br /&gt;so why worried too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short if you notice hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;make it worth..&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entri ni bukan bertujuan offensive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8404861018986304760?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8404861018986304760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8404861018986304760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8404861018986304760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8404861018986304760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/insane-and-pain.html' title='insane and pain'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-9124456274409668220</id><published>2008-04-10T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:49:55.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_3d6zyy7sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gyF7_oSolyI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187546348206091970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_3d6zyy7sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gyF7_oSolyI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nk pegi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band sume best2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merq, blanja aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boley kah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-9124456274409668220?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9124456274409668220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=9124456274409668220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9124456274409668220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/9124456274409668220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/peace-evolution.html' title='peace evolution'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_3d6zyy7sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gyF7_oSolyI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-3214342714771237944</id><published>2008-04-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:54:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey &amp; sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;totally cool!! hahaha i wouldn't expect it would turn out to be like this, but every group was so damn stunning i mean by their hard effort. two thumbs up to all my mates in &lt;span cla=""&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; class. last night was our last english class. our lecturer, Dr. Nuraien looks so pretty as she always were. Thanks Dr. for being rally nice to us and the fact that she was so nice make her look even more prettier. hope she'll keep it up that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;each group are assigned to prepared an english song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;l&gt;present it on the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;englis&lt;/span&gt;h class (that is last night)&lt;/l&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;l&gt;&lt;li&gt;freestyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/l&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the hell of performance last night!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. everyone was so happy during the class. they participated well, supporting each other and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; some of them are not so good in it, (singing) they have tried their best to completed the task. good for them. walking tall baby, walking tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is history. really gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : my group sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honey &amp;amp; sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-3214342714771237944?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3214342714771237944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=3214342714771237944' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3214342714771237944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/3214342714771237944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-sugar.html' title='honey &amp; sugar'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4122575312891501637.post-8724595753498421189</id><published>2008-04-07T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:49:55.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroad blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_zhFkR5g7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9HS09Z7hayg/s1600-h/IMG_3511a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268356578313138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_zhFkR5g7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9HS09Z7hayg/s320/IMG_3511a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati ni tak keruan la!! lg 3 minggu jek aku kt sni, then i'm done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;plan lepas ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ish, hobi aku ialah berjalan-jalan. itu saje bakat yg aku ade disamping shopping dgn sepenuh jiwa. for me, aku prefer nk sambung master drpd menonong carik keja dan mati kebosanan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;malas!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, nk further, kne la banyak menyimpan, dengan kata lain pergerakan aku akan agak terbatas!! scholarship? erm, ntah!! ade yg ditawarkan..&lt;br /&gt;kalo murah rezeki dpt la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo x, terpakse la aku cr keja..&lt;br /&gt;tp,&lt;br /&gt;yg menyenangkan aku nk berjalan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pening!!&lt;br /&gt;confuse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4122575312891501637-8724595753498421189?l=blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8724595753498421189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4122575312891501637&amp;postID=8724595753498421189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8724595753498421189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4122575312891501637/posts/default/8724595753498421189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowbubblebrain.blogspot.com/2008/04/crossroad-blues.html' title='crossroad blues'/><author><name>Haidar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07573209446912663845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/SAxxjQ9a2_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6PutkXagdJs/S220/DSC_5348ad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_CJ2vpbWMk/R_zhFkR5g7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/9HS09Z7hayg/s72-c/IMG_3511a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
