<?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-5662705647336076703</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:42:17.929-08:00</updated><category term='Modblog'/><title type='text'>Bzz - Reality in the past</title><subtitle type='html'>Long story, short life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5161318351181630868</id><published>2010-11-10T23:09:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:09:56.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Isteri dah tak cantik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bila isteri dah tak cantik.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix uiHeaderTop" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Untuk renungan dan perhatian isteri2 dan bakal isteri... Buat Iktibar kita semua dan para suami / lelaki, renung2 kan lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kisah benar yang terjadi kepada seorang isteri... dan ceritanya bermula begini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Saya  ingin berkongsi pengalaman ini dengan semua kerana saya ingin puan2  tahu apa sebenarnya tersirat di dalam benak sesetengah suami dan  bagaimana dia melihat kita dari pandangan mata mereka. Walaupun mereka  tidak pernah komplen tentang perawakan kita tetapi di sudut hati mereka  mereka menilai secara diam2 dan membanding kita dengan perempuan lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Barangkali  suami puan2 tidak begitu, tapi ini boleh jadi panduan.. Saya seorang  isteri baru berusia 29 tahun dan mempunyai 3 orang anak, Perawakan saya  biasa sahaja, tidaklah hodoh, sedikit gempal setelah melahirkan 3 orang  anak. Saya berkerja sebagai seorang eksekutif dan suami saya berkerja  biasa saja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kebanyakan belanja rumah seperti ansuran rumah dan kereta, saya yang menbayarnya demi suami yang mempunyai gaji tidak seberapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Suami  saya bolehlah di katakan menarik jika dibandingkan saya, tinggi, putih  dan menarik minat ramai perempuan semasa bujangnya. Saya mengabdi diri  seluruhnya untuk rumah tangga, pagi sebelum pergi kerja saya akan masak  utk anak2, sarapan utk suami, saya memandu sendiri ke pejabat dan  setelah balik ke rumah pada petangnya sayalah yang menyediakan segala  keperluan rumahtangga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sepanjang  perkahwinan suami tidak pernah komplen pasal perwatakkan saya. Saya  memakai tudung, dia nampak biasa saja, tetapi dia tidaklah sentiasa  tertarik kepada saya semasa di rumah seperti cuba mencium saya, memeluk  atau memegang saya,biasa shj kami akan bersama bila waktu malam apabila  dia perlukan saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Baru2  ini saya mendapat tahu dia mempunyai kekasih di tempat kerja sendiri.  Gadis tersebut bukanlah muda dari saya tetapi sudah berumur 30 tahun.  Saya mendapat tahu juga yang suami saya sering ke rumah gadis tersebut  semasa waktu kerja. Hubungan yang terjalin nampaknya telah sampai ke  tahap hubungan seks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Bila  saya bersemuka dan bertanya kepadanya, pada mulanya dia  menafikan,tetapi setelah dikemukakan bukti dan sebagainya, baru dia  mengaku. Saya ingin tahu kenapa dia menjalin hubungan. Apa kurangnya  saya, dia akhir berterus terang mengatakan memang tiada apa yang kurang  dengan saya, saya menjaga makan minum, membantu kewangan, menguruskan  rumahtangga dengan baik tetapi saya hanyalah setakat itu shj tiada  rangsanngan lagi bila melihat saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Baginya,  dia kadangkala ingin bersama wanita yang di lihat cantik,menarik minat  lelaki lain dan bila berjalan sama menimbulkan cemburu pada lelaki  lain.Dia dengan berani memberitahu saya bahawa teman wanitanya mempunyai  kuku yang cantik, perut yang nipis, bau yang sedap, fashion yang  menarik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sedangkan  saya menurutnya walaupun tidak hodoh tetapi hanyalah wanita yang sangat  biasa saja,kuku saya pendek dan kadang2 rosak kerana memasak, rambut  pulak kadang2 berbau bila balik kerja kerana bertudung sepanjang hari,  Perut saya pula tebal, tidak menarik di rumah bila hanya bert-shirt dan  berkain batik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hari2  melihat saya dia merasa tiada apa yang dibanggakan tentang saya,  bercakap di rumah pula hanyalah tertumpu pasal rumah, anak2.Tiada topik  menarik seperti teman wanitanya yg boleh bercakap pasal politik,carreer,  mempunyai taste yang tinggi dan dapat membantu dia mengenali dunia yang  baru mengaenai fashion, korporat, jadi dia merasakan seperti lelaki  yang berjaya bila bersama wanita tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Memang  saya akur tentang perawakan saya kerana pertama memang saya di lahirkan  begini, kedua saya terlalu sibuk untuk membelek diri sendiri, ketiga  saya tidak mempunyai cukup wang untuk berbelanja sepenuhnya untuk  kecantikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Begitulah  hati budi lelaki sebenarnya walau bagaimanapun kita menjaga dia tetapi  dia masih mementingkan fizikal jauh di sudut hati ingin bersama wanita  menarik yang boleh menbuat dia berasa bangga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Saya  telah pun berpisah dengan suami sekarang tetapi sy tidaklah duduk  meratap tetapi menghadiri slimming session dan membelanjakan duit  separuh untuk kecantikan bukan untk lelaki tetapi untuk kepuasan  sendiri, biarlah saya pendek dan sedikit tembam tetapi saya berazam  untuk menjaga kebersihan dan kelihatan menarik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;PS  (Pendapat Aku) : Penting di sini kita memahami erti perkahwinan.  Perkahwinan adalah bukan tempat kita untuk berseronok-seronok dan jangan  bertindak zalim dengan perbuatan kita. Perkahwinan adalah sebahagian  cara utk kita mencari keredhaan Allah. Dan perkahwinan itu sebahagian  dari Iman. Dan perkahwinan juga tempat kita di uji. Maka, bersabarlah  dan bertindak dengan bijak dengan penuh hikmah .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Bagi  lelaki yg berfikir utk bertindak spt ini, fikirkanlah, btp besarnya  pengorbanan seorg isteri demi sebuah keluarga yg sempurna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jadikanlah  kebaikkan seseorg isteri itu sbg hiasan untuk anda, tetapi jadikanlah  keburukkan seseorg isteri itu sbg t'jawab utk anda &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5161318351181630868?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5161318351181630868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5161318351181630868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5161318351181630868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5161318351181630868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2010/11/bila-isteri-dah-tak-cantik.html' title='Bila Isteri dah tak cantik...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4425915228912746399</id><published>2010-11-10T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:09:07.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop...</title><content type='html'>Stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4425915228912746399?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4425915228912746399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4425915228912746399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4425915228912746399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4425915228912746399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2010/11/stop.html' title='Stop...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1754288716853683375</id><published>2010-01-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:31:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Adalah</title><content type='html'>Bzz2.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backup blog 'temp' utk bzz. To celebrate his 1000 posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua entry and posting adalah dari modblog lamanya dan juga posting yg tak pernah di keluar di mana-mana blog. Sekian. Terima kasih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1754288716853683375?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1754288716853683375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1754288716853683375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1754288716853683375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1754288716853683375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/ini-adalah.html' title='Ini Adalah'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8038918837152944764</id><published>2008-06-08T19:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:18:07.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 50 - buying Houses vs buying Cars</title><content type='html'>buying Houses vs buying Cars&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/9/05 at 2:51AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Modified : Forgot to mention. This idea only applicable for poor to middle class workers (people who earn 10k to 200k per annum). To people who get more than 10million per annum, you can do what ever you want with your money. I i really dedicate this idea to anyone who love to change their car every 1-2 years. For me car is one of our most important thing and car can help us in our daily life, but to have another way get your car without ever to work hard is a better a good idea. But the choice is yours. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bank don't care if you borrow them 200k and pay for 20 years, but bank really care if you buy car and want to pay for 9 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The price of houses will increase around 1-3% per annum, while car price will drop around 3-5% per annum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You pay 10k once for a lifetime to pay to house mortgage insurance, but you pay 2k per annum for you car insurance (don't tell me that car also got loan insurance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can rent you house easily even for years, but you cant rent your car everyday. Unless you own AVIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your house need water and electric. But why should you care if  someone else rent your house from you?. You car need gas, oil and service everymonth. Should you care if you wife pay it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You upgrade your grill, add swimming pool, change you cabinet, plant 4-5 small tree and paint your house. In the end, you house value nearly double! You change you sport rim, front bumper, spoiler, 2pound nos and not forget put in turbo. In the end, you need to refill your gas nearly double!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I never heard people said that someone else stole their house. But, i always heard that someone else lost their car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You pay 1k for your house mortgage and rent it for 1.2k for months. You pay 1k for your car and you need 0.2k for your gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For 20 years, someone else will pay for house (if you rent your house). And the house is yours. For 20 years, your car is yours, but you pay for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most houses can stay there for hundred of years, but i don't think most car can work more than 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;modified : 9.5. You rent you house, maybe your house &lt;big&gt;can&lt;/big&gt; help you to pay your car (positive cashflow). You change your car, your car &lt;big&gt;cant&lt;/big&gt; help you to pay you gas or even to buy a house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The only thing that car is better than house is you can go anywhere with you car and house is not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Hmm... why not you let people who rent your house to pay your house and pay your car? You got both things rite? maybe for free!!! ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8038918837152944764?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8038918837152944764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8038918837152944764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8038918837152944764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8038918837152944764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-buying-houses-vs-buying-cars.html' title='# 50 - buying Houses vs buying Cars'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-3168743241154690925</id><published>2008-06-08T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:17:38.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 49 - One of Einstein's best theory!!!</title><content type='html'>One of Einstein's best theory!!!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/7/05 at 4:01PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein &lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein 1879–1955 &lt;br /&gt;German-born theoretical physicist; originator of the theory of relativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. &lt;br /&gt;Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Observer 15 January 1950&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-3168743241154690925?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/3168743241154690925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=3168743241154690925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3168743241154690925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3168743241154690925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/49-one-of-einsteins-best-theory.html' title='# 49 - One of Einstein&apos;s best theory!!!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-72629587564220441</id><published>2008-06-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:17:04.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 48 - Remove... 01010101010101010101 01</title><content type='html'>Remove... 01010101010101010101 01&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/7/05 at 5:06AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i just removed my previous entry. Why? Bcoz someone said that my blog look so........stupid it hink..  i don't know... maybe bcoz of that binary code i think... binary what? hmmm ok ok like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01011001011001010111001100100000011010010010000001101011011011100110111101110111&lt;br /&gt;0100100100100111011011010010000001100011011101010111010001100101&lt;br /&gt;011100110110111100100000011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101&lt;br /&gt;0110010001101111011011100010011101110100001000000111010001100101011011000110110000100000011000010110111001111001011011110110111001100101&lt;br /&gt;011010100111010101110011011101000010000001101011011001010110010101110000&lt;br /&gt;0111010001101111001000000111100101101111011101010111001001110011011001010110110001100110&lt;br /&gt;0110000101101110011001000010000001100010011001010110110001101001011001010111011001100101&lt;br /&gt;0111010001101000011000010111010000100000011010010010011101101101001000000100001101010101010101000100010101110010&lt;br /&gt;011101000110100001100001011011100010000001111001011011110111010100100001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010010000110000101101000011000010110100001100001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. go to this page to decode this 010101010 things.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://nickciske.com/tools/binary.php&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-72629587564220441?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/72629587564220441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=72629587564220441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/72629587564220441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/72629587564220441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/48-remove-01010101010101010101-01.html' title='# 48 - Remove... 01010101010101010101 01'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5470219325816108887</id><published>2008-06-08T19:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:16:19.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 47 - The davinci code...</title><content type='html'>The davinci code...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/3/05 at 7:26AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No text entered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5470219325816108887?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5470219325816108887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5470219325816108887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5470219325816108887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5470219325816108887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/47-davinci-code.html' title='# 47 - The davinci code...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1499796023456769034</id><published>2008-06-08T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:15:32.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 46 - condo(M)...inium</title><content type='html'>condo(M)...inium&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/2/05 at 9:48AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... i wonder, why didn't i see any advertisement about condom that said like this "100% safe! Tested by our QC dept! If you not satisfied or the product is not fully working (cause you any problem) please return to us within 30 days. Any claim after that period will not be entertain." Hahahahaha.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1499796023456769034?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1499796023456769034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1499796023456769034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1499796023456769034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1499796023456769034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/46-condominium.html' title='# 46 - condo(M)...inium'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4384497218468528279</id><published>2008-06-08T19:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:15:11.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 45 - good girl...</title><content type='html'>good girl...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/2/05 at 1:53AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess... i wanna congratulate my Gf coz she pay her ptptn loan starting from yesterday! Good girl... So where's the other who earn a lot more than she? Shame on you who don't want to pay it. Other people might need that money more that you need that money (ermmm to pay credit card, to change sport rim, to pay handphone...) shame on you! Congrat fila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm i heard ptptn will enable people to pay loan by credit card.. woooooo... do bee so stupid... you get 2% interest from ptptn. plus 18% interest per annum from credit card. fuiiyoo... thats a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4384497218468528279?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4384497218468528279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4384497218468528279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4384497218468528279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4384497218468528279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/45-good-girl.html' title='# 45 - good girl...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5703661855921314533</id><published>2008-06-08T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:14:31.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 44 - How good?</title><content type='html'>How good?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/1/05 at 5:43PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;It's not how good you're, It's how good you want to be!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now matter how bad you're right now. If you want to be better in the future and try hard to be good, then one day you'll get it. Trust me! Have a faith in yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5703661855921314533?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5703661855921314533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5703661855921314533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5703661855921314533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5703661855921314533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/44-how-good.html' title='# 44 - How good?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5957868486273848366</id><published>2008-06-08T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:13:55.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 43 - Eco..no..m(y)oney... ..</title><content type='html'>Eco..no..m(y)oney... ..&lt;br /&gt;Date: 3/1/05 at 4:09AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Ok ok... this week i need to settle down all my assignment. The most important i think is Macro Economy. Question is like hell. Stupid and this is not a diploma standard. What the hell they ask me? I don't know. Hahaha.. even my tutor also cannot really understand what the question want. Sorry... they put their question like this (in malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOALAN 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Di negara kurang membangun, ahli keluarga melakukan banyak kerja rumah. Kerja ini tidak diniagakan dalam pasaran dan tidak dibayar. Bagaimanakah keadaan ini memberi kesan terhadap perbandingan antara KDNK per kapita Amerika Syarikat dengan negara kurang membangun? Adakah jurangnya terlebih atau terkurang anggar, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Terangkan mengapa ukuran kegembiraan telah merosot dalam tempoh 30 tahun yang lepas, tetapi masih terdapat mereka yang berpendapatan tinggi melaporkan tahap kegembiraan yang tinggi untuk tahun tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Bagaimanakah masa lapang dan masa melakukan kerja rumah sepatutnya dinilai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOALAN 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Secara tradisional, bank pusat menjalankan operasi pasaran terbuka dengan pembelian dan penjualan bon kerajaan. Secara prinsipnya, bolehkah bank pusat melaksanakan dasar kewangan dengan pembelian dan penjualan saham di Bursa Malaysia? Adakah anda lihat sebarang kelemahan dengan dasar tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Andaikan bank pusat membeli emas atau mata wang asing. Bagaimanakah ini akan memberi kesan terhadap bekalan wang tempatan? [petua: fikirkan tentang pembelian bon kerajaan di pasaran terbuka]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Dengan menggunakan idea penstabil automatik, terangkan mengapa negara yang mempunyai program insurans pengangguran yang baik akan menghadapi turun naik output yang lebih kecil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) John Maynard Keynes menyatakan bahawa kejayaan kerajaan purba mesir adalah kerana mereka membina piramid secara sistematik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.  Terangkan logik pendapat Keynes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii.   Pada zaman moden ini, apakah yang setara dengan piramid?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... anyone can help me? Hahaha.. what the helll. ok ok, i have 5 days to submit all my 3 papers. but this one is the hardest one. Law even okay than this one. I google already, but it seem even google can't help me. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me economy is a subject to understand and manage limited resources and still we need to manages peoples unlimited need. We.. as human still need more than anything. Never enough... never limit our need. I think if people limit their food (or resouces is limited) soon, we'll die. So how to manage? I learn this subject not because i want to get promote! Not because i want to be genius or what. I learn because i need to know why people need and why we need to fullfill their need. This also apply to me, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salary, needs and resources connected to each other in economy. Yess.. for me it's true! How much i earn a month? can i get what i need? But if i can get what i need, are they enough for everyone? If is not enough sure the price is going up. (law... when resouces/items is not enough/limit/or very high demand than the price is going up! but if the resouces going up, then people will look elsewhere or stop buying.) so... (hey what the hell i saying here?)... oh crapz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to learn how to manage (management) my needs. then start to think again about my economy. What i need and what i dont need. What i need to pay, to buy and what i can get. How much my salary is (figure) and how much i can get from others. So... one of the books i read said... (Rich dad, poor dad) to be rich is not about how you achieve in you study. Money dont care if you got degree or not. The most important thing is, either you can read and understand FIGURE (number) or not... If we can't understand and manage our numbers (money) then we will left behind to be rich.. Ermm i think it's true.. So byebye now... need to learn my figure and most important need to finish my assignment.. hahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5957868486273848366?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5957868486273848366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5957868486273848366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5957868486273848366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5957868486273848366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/43-economyoney.html' title='# 43 - Eco..no..m(y)oney... ..'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5936041034612584555</id><published>2008-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:13:26.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 42 - Hahaha... continue...</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... continue...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/27/05 at 5:41PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cut n paste from maybank2u... Maybank use creative idea to get more money... So so all people who have a loan from ptptn, this is the best way.. I'm not saying maybank2u is the only way. There's also rhb n bcb. Be smart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they only charge not more than 50cent. Ok what to pay 50cent since we dont need to go to Damansara (need a cab or what?). Or need to go to post office and buy postal order (hahah this guy really not advance in tech.. yaaa laaa still use postal order.. what a shame!)... or maybe you don't need to auto deduct you salary. remember if you auto debit from your salary, then your payslip will show how much your salary balance is. So it's hard to get another loan from bank since you've got low balance. Err did i say that by not pay your ptptn you can't get any loan from bank??? be afraid.. be very afraid!!!... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;Good News for ALL Scholars!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Enough of writing cheques and waiting in queue to pay for your loans or scholarship requital? You can do this with just a mouse click &lt;br /&gt;at home or office... Only at Maybank2u.com! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow the simple steps below:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Log in with your "Username" and "Password".  &lt;br /&gt; Go to "Online Bill Payment" and click on "Open Payment".  &lt;br /&gt; Select your loan/scholarship requital payment: &lt;br /&gt;"Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam - Pinjaman"; "Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam - Gantirugi"; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PTPTN - Tabung Pend. Tinggi Nasional";&lt;/strong&gt; "Yayasan Pahang" or "Yayasan Terengganu" &lt;br /&gt; Select "From Account" and fill in the required particulars, such as your "I.C. No.", "Bill Account Number" and "Bill Number" / "Letter of Offer No." and the "Amount". &lt;br /&gt; Verify the information shown on the next screen and click "Confirm". &lt;br /&gt; The status and details of your transaction will appear. Print the receipt for your future reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5936041034612584555?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5936041034612584555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5936041034612584555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5936041034612584555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5936041034612584555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/42-hahaha-continue.html' title='# 42 - Hahaha... continue...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-9017105649704843370</id><published>2008-06-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:12:34.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 41 - PTPTN...</title><content type='html'>PTPTN...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/24/05 at 4:36AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi... today i want to talk about ptptn... Sorry no mood to write in english today. so gonna write in malays. :p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu PTPTN? &lt;br /&gt;Perbadanan tabung pendidikan tinggi nasional....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuan?&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi sebuah institusi kewangan yang terunggul dengan sumber kewangan sendiri bagi membiayai pinjaman pendidikan untuk semua peringkat pengajian di IPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misi PTPTN?&lt;br /&gt;(i) Menyediakan pinjaman pendidikan kepada pelajar-pelajar yang layak;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Mengurus pembayaran balik pinjaman daripada pelajar;&lt;br /&gt;(iii) Menyediakan skim simpanan bagi tujuan pendidikan tinggi; dan&lt;br /&gt;(iv) Meningkatkan saiz dana melalui pelaburan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objektif?&lt;br /&gt;Memastikan pembiayaan pinjaman yang efisyien disediakan kepada pelajar-pelajar yang layak mengikuti pengajian di Institusi Pendidikan Tinggi (IPT) selaras dengan hasrat Kerajaan bahawa tidak ada pelajar-pelajar yang gagal memasuki IPT atas sebab-sebab kewangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... dah seminggu ni asik cete pasal ptptn jer. so ape cetenye? Byk cete nak dicetekan. byk gak cete yang nak tambah cete tu kasik menarik. Ermm kerajaan mengeluarkan dana melebihi 7 billion (bukan juta ekkk...) untuk membantu pelajar. tapi stakat ni tak lebih 100 juta yg dibayar balik.. Fuiiyooo.. byk tu....  bukan byk dah bayar.. bayak yg tak bayar lagi... Hummm... camne cete nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada aku... aku boleh bahagi 4 jenis golongan peminjam yg wat ptptn pening... 2 golongan yg ok... 2 golongan lagi yg KO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Org yg pinjam... sampai masa... dier bayar.. cukup baik. tak kira dia anak org yang kaya... atau cukup gaji... nak kasik duit kat family. kene tanggung adik2... atau macam2 alasan yg org lain boleh bagi. tapi dier still bayar.. Respek kat org2 nih.. respek abis. sbb tak ramai yg boleh buat camnih. Lelagi memaner yg belajar kat Ipts. Bayangkan kalau korang kuar U, gaji 1700... nak kasik org lain.. then bayar ptptn dekat 400 lebih, brape yg tinggal? tapi sebab golongan ni rasa dia ada tanggungjawab, so dia bayar.. Respek... Tabik!!! Aku pon nak jadik golongan ni bile abis.. fuhh sib baik la utang tak byk... bayo sebulan sratus lebih je. 10 thn.. hhmmm 4 thn abiskan ok tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Golongan yang nak bayar tapi kesempitan duit atau still tak keje. Golongan ni ada yg datang dari gaji yang kecil.gaji 1500 utk bayar 400? blum letak sewa umah, kasik family, makan minum.. so logik la kan kalau golongan ni nak mintak tangguh or mintak kurang. At least dier berusaha nak cube bayar. ada kesedaran. ada kemampuan cume kemampuan dia org ni blum sampai tahap yg mampu nak bayar. yer ler org abis belajar nak gak beli barang2 umah. nak kawin. so nak wat camne? sok kawin.. laki pon sama gak. utang ptptn gak. camne? kalau dedua dari ipts? sebulan 400 sorang? so laki bini dah 800++. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Golongan yg sengaja wat byk alasan semata tanak bayar. Ni le golongan bikin paper penuh je. buat radio era bising. komen kat tv wat alasan yg pelik2... Dlm golongan ni ada la 2 org. satu yg cukup duit satu tak cukup duit. Yg tak cukup duit, ok le kan, cume jgn la wat alasan yg tak logik. Cth, &lt;br /&gt;"saya tak tahu kat mana saya nak hantar money order."- Hello... website kan ada. Dulu agrement kan ada. kite ni bukan zaman tok kaduk menangguk ikan kat sg kelang lagi. maklumat didepan mata. maybank2u, bcb, rhb. ape lagi nak? Tapi lagik la kalau org yg wat alasan ni tak dpt keje lagi. mana taknya... kalau dah mende simple camnih pon tak tahu nak carik, camne nak carik keje?&lt;br /&gt;"saya nak kene family, kad kredit, tempat tinggal" takkan la nak kasik family sampai 1000 sebulan? takkanlah kalau 100 pon tak boleh bayar? takkan lah dengan alasan ni ptptn nak terima yg kite tak mampu bayar? bayar utang kad kredit boleh, takkan bayar ptptn tak boleh? utang kad kredit tak boleh kasik gaji kite naik. tapi dengan ptptn, kite boleh dpt gaji yg lebih tinggi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... alasan ni still ok kalau awak tu kene bayar 4-5 ratus. sian ipts... bebudak MMU je kene bayar lebih dari 400. Mostly keluar bukan jadik pegawai bank. jadik designer, jadik programmer. Kepada x-ipta, jgn ingat belajar ipts tu keluar gaji tinggi. designer pon gaji tak lebih lagi 1700. aku ni keje kat HR maybank.. aku tahu le brape ramai budak ipta n ipts yg masuk maybank. aku brani ckp, 90% yg masuk maybank ialah x-ipta. Brape x-ipta bayar ptptn? ada lebih 200? Oh ya, starting utk degree kat maybank lebih dari RM 2100. so kalau keje 3 thn (assume 3 thn baru nak bayar ptptn) gaji dah 2500. takkan takleh bayar bang? baru bayar 200. tukar sportrim harga 1500 boleh ape? takkan bayar utang takleh kot? Anyway.. belajar2 la nak bayo. Org lain memerlukan duit nih. kalau bukan sekarang, maybe anak2 kite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4... Golongan paling cilake. "Saya tak kisah kalau nak senarai hitam saya. saya dah buat pinjaman kereta, dah buat pinjaman rumah"... Ehhh ingat dengan dah buat pinjaman tu awak tu dah selamat? heiiiyaaaa.. BNM blacklist so maknenye lepas ni takleh nak wat loan semua tau! yg dah lepas pon sesilap tak boleh gak. apa kata lepas ni nak wat loan utk anak? nak loan asb? nak wat kad kredit? nak wat insuran? semua ada kene mengena ngan BNM! Ohhh yaa... BNM tu takde le besar sgt kan. ape le sgt ngan BNM. aku dah wat loan. takyah bayar ptptn pon tak kisah.. tapi ingat..... blacklist bnm tak kemana pon. how about blacklist ngan tuhan? dengan sebab perangai ni le nanti anak cucu kita tak dpt loan? abis kalau tak dpt loan camne nak sambung belajar? bapaknye dah blacklist bnm? camne nak loan? "alah nakk... ko keje parking kete dah la nak... ni silap ayah... dulu ayah tanak bayar utang. skang ni dah la kerajaan tanak tolong, ayah nak wat loan pon tak boleh. pandai2 la kau carik keje..." Nak ke camnih? Ishh malu le sket... sedar le.. umah kate pegi.. kubur kata mari... utang tu bayar. awak tu dah dpt byk kelebihan. takde ptptn, awak tu takde le bergaji besar. betapa besarnya rahmat tuhan kasik kesenangan utk belajar. kite kene bayar skek jer... Tak pernah ke golongan ni tanya kat org zaman dulu? macam mana susahnya nak carik duit nak study? or maybe org ni memang tak pernah kisah ngan org lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. aku just bebel arinih sbb aku kisah. 1st aku kisah sbb ptptn dah nak abis duit. aku still nak gune bayar yuran. walaupon aku tak kisah kalau tak dpt pinjaman. tapi still pinjaman tu menyenangkan aku. Aku tahu aku kene bayar charge 3%, but thats ok. mana ada mende free? kalau ptptn menyenangkan aku, alhamdullillah. Aku bebel gak sbb ramai yg tanak bayar. tak sedar. Mana yg dah sedar, mana yg dah buat bayaran... teruskan. semoga allah bykkan lagi rezeki korang. sure tuhan sayang kat org yg menepati janji n bersyukur ngan apa yg dier dah dpt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana yg tak sedar ni, sedar la... masa depan, ramai lagi yg nak pakai duit yg korang dah guna. anak2 kite... cucu kita... apa kata dia org kalau korang tanak bayar? ni la org zman dulu.. tanak bayar. abis sekarang ni macam mana kite nak belajar? macam mana kite nak maju? kengkadang korang tak sedar yg duit ni sebenarnya kalau tak kasik kat org2 yg tanak bayar, kerajaan dah boleh buat macam2 projek. boleh buat putrajaya lagi satu (sure kerajaan lagi untung dlm masa depan). boleh wat hospital utk org2 miskin. boleh wat bantuan utk org miskin. boleh majukan lagi it kat msia. boleh wat macam2 mende ngan nilai 7 billion!!! tapi sayang gak kerajaan kat korang. nak rakyatnya maju. nak rakyatnya ada pendapatan tinggi. nak rakyatnya memajukan lagi msia utk masa depan msia. cume ada sebahagian rakyatnya yg tak menghargai apa yg dah dia org buat. sedar la.. malu sket kat diri sendri. gaji beso.. tapi utang wat tak tahu! ape le nak jadik... sedar la.. malu pada anak2 kita. Jgn sampai anak2 kita kutuk diri kita balik... malu pada org tua kita. malu pada diri sendri. bayar la... Bagi org melayu yg tanak2 sedar nak bayar nih... sedar la... ramai kaum lain yg tunggu peluang macam ni. tapi kerajaan masih utamakan org melayu. apa nak jadik ngan org melayu kalau still camnih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... anyway... mana yg dah berusaha... teruskan. mana yg tak nak bayar ni... tolong la bayar... ramai yg masih memerlukan. percaya la, kalau keadaan ni berterusan... one day... kerajaan pon dah tanak tolong kita. tanak tolong masa depan kite. percaya la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-9017105649704843370?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/9017105649704843370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=9017105649704843370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9017105649704843370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9017105649704843370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/41-ptptn.html' title='# 41 - PTPTN...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8860195472800425343</id><published>2008-06-03T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:50:37.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 40 - I don't think robin hood is good people!</title><content type='html'>I don't think robin hood is good people!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/22/05 at 2:59AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i read kosmo. Centre page. this what i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to say... Be like robin hood... Robin hood is good, kind. Robin hood is a hero! Phuiii.... I don't think so. Once he's a thief, he's a thief. i don't care if he stole any money, items or anything belong to rich people and give to the poor. He still a thief. There's other way to help poor people. Maybe robin can do business, trade something or other thing to help others. Maybe we need to call him Robin 'crook'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often heard people said that rich people is a bad guy. They only care about their money. Rich people dont care about poor people. No... not all rich people is like that. I say, 100million people like us give 1 dollar each. we only get 100million to give to poor people/reseach org/aids foundation/educations/tsunami. We need 100 million people. Do you know this group only need 1 generous ultra rich people to give that same amount? how about only 5% of all ultra rich people do a good things. Maybe i would say 30 guys who want to give 100mill each. Is this guy crook or robin hood crook? Do you know that bill gates (that most people say he's a crook) give nearly 1 billion (not million) every year to their foundation, for aids, cancer group, africa, malaria sceintist etc etc. That's only 1 example. Do you know that in malaysia, Malays most rich guy (dont remmeber his full name, maybe Syed...) give millions a year for his foundation. Can we give more than 10% of our salary to the poor? Shame on us!!! Shame on us... For me, i don't think all the rich people is a bad guy. We can judge the book by its cover. Not all of rich people like to show their 'good'. So how about we think, 'how we want to be a rich poeple that help people'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle use to say... "Pemurah jangan boros, Berjimat jangan kedekut".... This is what i want to do... (can anyone translate this words in a good phrase?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8860195472800425343?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8860195472800425343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8860195472800425343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8860195472800425343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8860195472800425343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/40-i-dont-think-robin-hood-is-good.html' title='# 40 - I don&apos;t think robin hood is good people!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8752069706265449826</id><published>2008-06-03T02:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:50:05.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 39 - think BIG? small? or BoTh?</title><content type='html'>think BIG? small? or BoTh?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/21/05 at 4:56AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theedgedaily.com/cms/content.jsp?id=com.tms.cms.article.Article_1ac190db-cb73c03a-129e5e90-bdc6b76e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to say that think big is the best way to achive something big. But not always actually. For me i think big if i want to get something that must be better or at least something good for myself. I can't think small if i want to get the best. Maybe there's a reason inside it. If i want to sell 1 pc with a profit of RM200. then i need to think big. Big numbers. Maybe i can put 250. This is because i know that my profit still not include etc etc. Parking? toll? oil? price increase. For me this is why i keep saying think big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when we ask small kid, what they want to be when they become 'big' people. they said "I want to be a doctor, engineer, manager, sceintist etc..." But not all of them get what they want. even i don't get what i want. When i was 7 years old, one of my teachers ask me. What i want to be? I said "I want to be a peneroka (settler) or maybe vegetable seller" Why i said this? I dont know, maybe there's a challange inside it. Then i think again... think big... Maybe i'm not a settler or people who sell vegetable. But i can be a pioneer. As settler open new places to grow something and sell, why not i think big? I create something or at least combine something then i sell. Maybe im not selling vegetables. but right now i can say i can sell a lot of pc. I'm a pioneer/settler in my family to do this business. Who knows, maybe one day i will be the next DELL? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me think big is not i want everything big. Think big for me is a challanges, targets, ambitions and many more. When i start to think big, my mind start to work. "Hey, how i want to get more than 200 per pc?","How can get money whitout to work so hard?","how i can get my money work for me?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, big is not alwayz good. Having big boobs mean its hard for you to run. dont get angry... hahaha.. this is only an example. What i mean is although i keep saying think big, i still keep 'think small'. Think of small things'. My dream is to get a big things. but i will still not to forget any small thing that could destroy my big dreams. All my pc, i will include, "who buy my pc?","Where he live?","Do i need to buy anysoftware for him?". Instead of thinking big profit, i think, if i buy a good mainboard or a good hardware for my customer, maybe i could cut the cost of any future problem with this pc. Yes, cheap things bring a big profit, but cheap things also bring a bigger headache. This is what i call think small. A small, simple software can make my customer really happy. Yes, it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. maybe in our life, we need to think something big and not to forget about the small things. Go big for your dream! Try hard to achive your dream. But don't forget, a small/little problem couldn't make your dream come true. Happy living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;All the small thing... blink 182&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the, small things &lt;br /&gt;True care, truth brings &lt;br /&gt;I'll take, one lift &lt;br /&gt;Your ride, best trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, I know &lt;br /&gt;You'll be at my show &lt;br /&gt;Watching, waiting, commiserating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home &lt;br /&gt;Na, Na.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, come home &lt;br /&gt;Work sucks, I know &lt;br /&gt;She left me roses by the stairs &lt;br /&gt;Surprises let me know she cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home &lt;br /&gt;Na, Na......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home &lt;br /&gt;Keep your head still I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, my little &lt;br /&gt;redmill &lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home &lt;br /&gt;Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, the night will &lt;br /&gt;go on, my little redmill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8752069706265449826?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8752069706265449826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8752069706265449826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8752069706265449826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8752069706265449826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/39-think-big-small-or-both.html' title='# 39 - think BIG? small? or BoTh?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-6080273800760968451</id><published>2008-06-03T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:49:23.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 38 - Jgn lurus bendul... Be creative n different!</title><content type='html'>Jgn lurus bendul... Be creative n different!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/18/05 at 7:46AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak di jadikan cerita.. ada la sorang kaya baru, asalnya di kampung saja.. tapi disebabkan tanahnya kena projek KLIA, jadi jutawan segera la dia. Waktu dia susah dulu.. teringin sangat dia nak pi K.L, so pas dah jadi kaya, tanpa membuang waktu, dia pun ke K.L laa. &lt;br /&gt;Pasai banyak duit, dia pun bawak la sorang body guard merangkap pembantu peribadi. Di K.L, dia menginap di K.L International Hotel. Sampai di sana lebih kurang pukul 10:00 pagi..perut dia pun agak berkeroncong sikit la. Pas check-in, dia bagitau kat pembantu dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B (Orang Kaya Baru ) : Mat...aku lapag ni , belikan aku mee yang spesial satu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Oke Boss...tapi mee yang spesial tu macam mana Boss ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Ishk..hang niii, mee yang spesial tuu..pakai telog dua biji laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Ooooo....siap Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu ..makan la si O.K.B mee spesial tu. Mai time pukul 3:00&lt;br /&gt;ptg, perut O.K.B tu berkeroncong lagi. Lalu dia panggil pembantu dia tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Mat..! Aku lapag nihh , pi beli nasi goreng spesial satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Nasi goreng spesial ..? Yang pakai telog dua tu Boss ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : ...waaaa , dah pandai dah hang Mat , no ?..cukup tau aku punya taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Mesti laa Bosss..bagi saya 10 minit saja Bosss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas siap makan, O.K.B tu tertidur la sampai maghrib.. dia pun&lt;br /&gt;terbangun pasai air-cond sejuk sangat . Pasai dah tidog sepetang dah,&lt;br /&gt;dia pun susah la nak tidog lagi. Bergulung pi berguling mai, tak leh&lt;br /&gt;tidog juga.. air-cond pun sejuk gila... jadi 'adik' dia pun dok 'stand by' saja laa.. Tak tau nak buat macam mana ngan sejuk lagi,&lt;br /&gt;dia pun panggil pembantu dia lagi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Mattt !!!.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Yaaaa..Boss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Mai sini sat...Mat : Ada apa Boss...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Mat...'adik' aku minta laaa..(dgn nada berbisik ) Hang pi cari awek yang spesial kat aku sorang, yang spesial tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : (sambil tergaru-garu kepala)..oke Boss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Mat ni mana la tau pasai awek-awek yang boleh 'pakai' ni. Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;Boss punya pasai dia pun pi la cari jugak.... Sejam kemudian dia pun&lt;br /&gt;pi la hantar satu awek untuk Boss dia. Mat ni pun standby la kat luar&lt;br /&gt;bilik, mana nak pi tau takut-takut pencegah maksiat mai. Pas lima&lt;br /&gt;minit awek tu masuk dalam bilik Boss dia tiba-tiba dia dengar suara&lt;br /&gt;yang kuat dari dalam bilik.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : MATTTT !!!!... Mat : Ada apa Boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : Pasai pa hang cari bapok kat akuuuuu..aku kan kata awek...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat : Laaa.....Tadi Boss kata cari awek yang spesial ....Boss selalu&lt;br /&gt;kata yang spesial tu mesti telog dua... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.B : ..????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;source - http://members3.boardhost.com/jenaka/msg/21.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-6080273800760968451?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/6080273800760968451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=6080273800760968451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/6080273800760968451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/6080273800760968451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/38-jgn-lurus-bendul-be-creative-n.html' title='# 38 - Jgn lurus bendul... Be creative n different!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-9221422496161436845</id><published>2008-06-03T02:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:48:56.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 37 - What would you do if...</title><content type='html'>What would you do if...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/18/05 at 7:18AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is...&lt;br /&gt;I win, you win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not good that see this...&lt;br /&gt;I lost, you lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know it's game, you'll see someone will lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;I win, you lost...&lt;br /&gt;I lost, you win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or worse... in any other way, &lt;br /&gt;I will still lost. It's complicated world isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-9221422496161436845?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/9221422496161436845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=9221422496161436845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9221422496161436845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9221422496161436845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/37-what-would-you-do-if.html' title='# 37 - What would you do if...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-964670286169769574</id><published>2008-06-03T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:48:28.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 36 - Think again!</title><content type='html'>Think again!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/17/05 at 2:21AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minister wanna put big money to help 1 small fisherman village. They dont have enough money to make their better. Even to survive in morden economy. All they got is small house, open sea and empty land. there's 20 family with average every couple have 2 kids. So gov decided to put big money for them. To survive, to get better education for their kid and to make their life better. So they think.... think again... They got 2 solutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give money 2 every family. Amount up to 450 per month for 15 year. Total cost for 15 years is... 1,440,000 or nearly 1.5 Million. It's not too big for a good gov. Now they got a better prospect for their future. Dont need to work hard as 550 is a big amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gov give 1 medium size fishing boat enough for 8 man, equip with all tools, net, etc etc... costing up to 1 million. Gov giv a long term loans with very low interest and give empty land space for them to start eco tourism. Total cost including land is up to 1.5 million. Then gov put a 1 million to create freshwater prawn project. Then another 200k for trainings and educations. So total cost is... 3.7 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're the gov, which one do you take? The different is huge. So think... Coz think can make your brain work hard. Hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-964670286169769574?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/964670286169769574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=964670286169769574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/964670286169769574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/964670286169769574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/36-think-again.html' title='# 36 - Think again!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8303177499302408962</id><published>2008-06-03T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:48:01.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 35 - Shut UP!</title><content type='html'>Shut UP!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/15/05 at 4:47AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much talking do hurt ur mouth. Do hurt your feeling, sometimes... do hurt peoples... and most of it, it's noizy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Shut up.. listen to this...  New hot song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP - SIMPLE PLAN&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go &lt;br /&gt;You're always so right &lt;br /&gt;It's all a big show &lt;br /&gt;It's all about you &lt;br /&gt;You think you know &lt;br /&gt;What everyone needs &lt;br /&gt;You always take time to criticize me &lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyday &lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I just can't get it right &lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one you love to hate &lt;br /&gt;But not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o&lt;br /&gt;So shut up shut up shut up &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it &lt;br /&gt;Get out get out get out &lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way &lt;br /&gt;Step up step up step up &lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me &lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say can change &lt;br /&gt;You'll never bring me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go &lt;br /&gt;You never ask why &lt;br /&gt;It's all a big lie &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;You think you're special &lt;br /&gt;But I know and I know and I know &lt;br /&gt;And we know that you're not &lt;br /&gt;You're always there to point &lt;br /&gt;Out my mistakes &lt;br /&gt;And shove them in my face &lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm the one you love to hate &lt;br /&gt;But not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up shut up shut up &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear it &lt;br /&gt;Get out get out get out &lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way &lt;br /&gt;Step up step up step up &lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me &lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say can change &lt;br /&gt;And gonna bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring me down. &lt;br /&gt;Will never bring me down. &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me who I should be &lt;br /&gt;Don't try to tell me what's right for me &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I should do &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna waste my time &lt;br /&gt;Watch you fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear it &lt;br /&gt;Get out get out &lt;br /&gt;Get out of my way &lt;br /&gt;Step up step up &lt;br /&gt;You'll never stop me &lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say can change &lt;br /&gt;And bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Won't bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Won't bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Won't bring me down &lt;br /&gt;Shut up shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8303177499302408962?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8303177499302408962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8303177499302408962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8303177499302408962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8303177499302408962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/35-shut-up.html' title='# 35 - Shut UP!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-5115710812397940600</id><published>2008-06-03T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:47:37.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 34 - Think!</title><content type='html'>Think!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/15/05 at 4:28AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats d different between THINK BIG THING! and BIG THING THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Any idea? Any comment? for me it's big diff. Only i dont wan to put it here... (i guest i need someone to share) hahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-5115710812397940600?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/5115710812397940600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=5115710812397940600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5115710812397940600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/5115710812397940600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/34-think.html' title='# 34 - Think!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-2384579076094826485</id><published>2008-06-02T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:37:00.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 33 - Disagree? Maybe suicide note will anwers.....</title><content type='html'>Disagree? Maybe suicide note will anwers.....&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2/12/05 at 8:38AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days off day. Chinesse New Year. Awal Muharam... Wekend. Wwoooooo to many off day. Boring... Nothing to do. Where to go? All the chinesse dont want to open their shop? What to do? No one to call. (actually no credit! hahaha). No one to write email... people going to hometown man.. Ermm maybe thats why la internet in dlast 4 days is so fast like hell. Anyone to join me? Ok la... going to mamak stall. Have some ice tea... Wowaahhhh... nyaman! Then go back again... continue sleep. Maybe tonite need to see gemuk. Lama tak jumpa. Eat satay. ;p. Sooo boring... Heyy anyone care about me. Donno wat to do... Feel like wanna.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Disagree - Suicide Note-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble follows me to my doorsteps I don’t want to know &lt;br /&gt;Blood from Heaven and things from Hell they’re forcing me where to go &lt;br /&gt;So when you start to realize that I get no more sleep oh brother &lt;br /&gt;So when I walk and when I so when I talk and it’s turning &lt;br /&gt;it’s turning It’s turning turning turning turning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Left my suicide note on the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pipe is blowing and they’ve started searching I’m not afraid to go, so bring me &lt;br /&gt;So when I walk and when I so when I talk and It’s turning It’s turing It’s turning turning turning turning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel like love so when you think above and there’s nobody there and there’s nobody here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel estranged and there’s no complaints dear God I’m turning I’m turning I’m turning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning turning turning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Left my suicide note on the door &lt;br /&gt;Baby wont you look me in the eye once more? Once more &lt;br /&gt;Lost In eyes and well it can’t stand in my way &lt;br /&gt;Hit me honey I left my things down to play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-2384579076094826485?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/2384579076094826485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=2384579076094826485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2384579076094826485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2384579076094826485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/33-disagree-maybe-suicide-note-will.html' title='# 33 - Disagree? Maybe suicide note will anwers.....'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-2173410141737939623</id><published>2008-06-02T23:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:36:21.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 32 - mari menumpang blog hobbit (by purr)</title><content type='html'>mari menumpang blog hobbit (by purr)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1/25/05 at 7:40AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened last week , while i was standing on the stairs of the escalator, no one around (i thot laa) and suddenly out of nowhere, a face poked from behind my right shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"assalamualaikum"&lt;br /&gt;"waalaikumsalam" (nada terkujat skek)&lt;br /&gt;"hmm adik ni yang keje jual insurans yek?"&lt;br /&gt;"hah??!?! takdek aahhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i dressed normal that day, i carried a usual handbeg and nothing more, was that a terrriibblleeee most outrageous pick upline or do i really look like insurance salesgirl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-2173410141737939623?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/2173410141737939623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=2173410141737939623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2173410141737939623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2173410141737939623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/32-mari-menumpang-blog-hobbit-by-purr.html' title='# 32 - mari menumpang blog hobbit (by purr)'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-921783522310724679</id><published>2008-06-02T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:35:45.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 31 - Die die die...</title><content type='html'>Die die die...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1/23/05 at 11:47AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm today, 23rd Jan 05. Almost 1 month asia been hit by tsunami.. But i think for the last 2 days, my awuarium got hit again by whatever i dont know what to call. My tsunami kot? for 2 days lepak2 at my home. Sleep, surfing, downloading etc etc.. watch my fish. clean abit... Then to... die... Isk iskk iskk.. al fatihah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue damshell and err doctor fish die together. Ermm.. but i think better they dier together. Why because they're their best best friend. Eating together, playing together. Protecting each other form that gangster trigger fish. Thennn today.. die together... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today... bought 2kg of salt, 1 bottle of food and 1 limewood. I change water etcetc... waaaa banyak habuk looo... so many debris. Just like after tsunami. So many.. what to call 'makanan tak abis'. Not eaten food. Ya la last week i wrongly bought fish food. Hard to eat coz they just keping. hmm dont know to call it. So i put a lot. Maybe bcoz of that nitrat get high. Hmm.. today b4 i change the water, waaa so high maa that No2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours strungling, cleaning that aquarium... now almost clean already.. Maybe need to buy that sucker. sucker that suck any debris. Suck them! So maybe next week need to go to Ikano again. buy new fish. any suggestion other than nemo? hmmmm..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... beli jaws la... hahahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-921783522310724679?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/921783522310724679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=921783522310724679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/921783522310724679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/921783522310724679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/31-die-die-die.html' title='# 31 - Die die die...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1458234071859910867</id><published>2008-06-02T23:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:35:16.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 30 - when u r ready but ur frens are not....</title><content type='html'>when u r ready but ur frens are not....&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1/12/05 at 7:42AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a :it's been months finally i got this job, it doesn't pay much but it's better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b :hey we r still young, continue study laaa, amek master, i can't picture u working laa, mcm budak kecik jer ahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : lookie lookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : where'd u get that ring?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : my guy and i.... we are engaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : like right now? u gotta be kidding, u r losing ur mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : huh! i thot u'd at least be happy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : happy happy laa but, y do u wanna leave bachelorhood so soon?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : make urself free next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b: ookay.. and why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : i m getting married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : err... u'll come right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : will see, i don't think i have any leaves left next month&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : alaaa, excuses .. come laa ok, i don't want u to miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : hmmm why don't u arrange it next year, this year's too early laa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : eh i m coming to ur house, can or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : sure sure come laa, it's been ages since i saw u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : yeah loor last time was during ur wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : ahaa that was weeks ago &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : eh, i sleepover a few nites laaa ok, got a lot of catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : err... lemme ask my hubby first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : alaa no need laa, like i don't know him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : ehehe eerrr, i really have to ask him first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : wateva laa, u don't like me coming over izit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : we have an announcement ehem ehem... my hubby and i.. we are gonna be mummy and daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : why so soon??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : aaaa not that soon actually, we really excited and already searched baby names :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : i feel so sorry for u, u've got each other for only a few months b4 the baby is coming... so boring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : but we like kids, we've been waiting for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;b : hey have u finished paying ur wedding loan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a : ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1458234071859910867?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1458234071859910867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1458234071859910867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1458234071859910867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1458234071859910867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/30-when-u-r-ready-but-ur-frens-are-not.html' title='# 30 - when u r ready but ur frens are not....'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4821173148096811409</id><published>2008-06-02T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:34:28.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 29 - Im Homeeeee</title><content type='html'>Im Homeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1/11/05 at 1:51PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i surf the net at my home for almost 2.5 years. Today i installed new Jaring Wireless Broadband. 1mb. Waaa hangus nearly 600. Lucky my mother support a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several try. My connection still not stable. sometimes more than 900kbps sometimes sown to 200. What u expect from wireless. No wire maaa... So maybe this weken i need to find good place to put my 'modem' so i can get faster connection. At least 600++. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. got to tweak my pc. Plan my cable and think where to put this 'modem'. Can aaaa i put this modem inside plastic n hang it outside my house? hahahahahaha &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la... see ya byebye... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4821173148096811409?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4821173148096811409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4821173148096811409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4821173148096811409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4821173148096811409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/29-im-homeeeee.html' title='# 29 - Im Homeeeee'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8025493963052714764</id><published>2008-06-02T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:33:51.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 28 - Saper nih?</title><content type='html'>Saper nih?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/31/04 at 9:02AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saper ler yg menggantal tangan meletak gambo kat bawah nih.. iskk la.... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8025493963052714764?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8025493963052714764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8025493963052714764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8025493963052714764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8025493963052714764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/28-saper-nih.html' title='# 28 - Saper nih?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-9125524900961636667</id><published>2008-06-02T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:33:17.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 27 - &gt;:-)</title><content type='html'>&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/31/04 at 2:35AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://srv.fotopages.com/2/3646942.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-9125524900961636667?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/9125524900961636667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=9125524900961636667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9125524900961636667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9125524900961636667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='# 27 - &gt;:-)'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-2293750162280218441</id><published>2008-06-02T23:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:32:16.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 26 - Mourn all the way...</title><content type='html'>Mourn all the way...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/31/04 at 1:57AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fireworks, no parties, no concerts for new year! But thats good... Remembering all the thing that we've been through all this day... Thousands died... Million lost their home... Billions mourn all days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AL-FATIHAH, TO ALL THE MUSLIM WHO DIE IN THIS NATURAL DISASTER... AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU FOR THE OTHERS... MAY ALL OF YOU REST IN PEACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-2293750162280218441?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/2293750162280218441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=2293750162280218441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2293750162280218441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2293750162280218441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/26-mourn-all-way.html' title='# 26 - Mourn all the way...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-2702584025589115592</id><published>2008-06-02T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:31:19.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 25 - bad omen with nemo</title><content type='html'>bad omen with nemo&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/27/04 at 7:50AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tsunami hit Asia... My Nemo also got hit... Not by tsunami or earthquake... but by... i dont know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 3 days ago... along came with sticky anemone... Big one.&lt;br /&gt;So 1st day is okay. Play with their toys. But big brother hate it when he saw small nemo play around anemone.&lt;br /&gt;1.5 day. I saw a white spot on nemo. But none on his brother. Still playing but nemo swim like he got hit by a bus. Up n down. Left n right... I think maybe i need to call 'pawang' to do some huuuu hhuuu haaa haa.... Ritual ceremony to release nemo from diesease.&lt;br /&gt;2 days... 1/4 of Nemos body nearly full of white spot. While his brother (need i say father?) got a small white spot too! Iskk iskk iskk.. I dont think they got this during racing with dory. Hmmm i dont keep dory in my aquarium.  I dont keep jelly fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-2702584025589115592?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/2702584025589115592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=2702584025589115592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2702584025589115592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2702584025589115592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/25-bad-omen-with-nemo.html' title='# 25 - bad omen with nemo'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4736285934150135388</id><published>2008-06-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:31:00.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 24 - SMS or MMS</title><content type='html'>SMS or MMS&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/21/04 at 8:06AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS or MMS?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who read yesterday paper should read about 'pa...maafkan ma.... blablala...." Maybe some of you know that story. A very sad story for Norlida and stupid-idiot-dumbass story for Kedah football player (hasmawi 'd not hensom guy). He.... d one who is not hensom n idiot left norlida on their weeding day. Tell norlida that they are not meant to live together. Just by sms. Why he cant call? Why he cant attend the wedding. Why he can say about it weeks before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i think i know the reason (Hoobastank). &gt;:) I think he put his dick somewhere... Forget where he put it and shame to tell everyone... so the best way is to sms... close your phone... get away... find his dick! "Without my small dick (dick tracy), how i want to give my wife a gouuuoddddddd (u know i mean)?" For whatever reason Norlida can't forgive him! Yeahh... who can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story...&lt;br /&gt;24 hours before... "I'll be ur wife... I'll be everything for you" - Norlida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 hours before "Nitt nittt.." Sms... " we're not meant to be together... sorry" - small d**k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 hours before - Still silence - both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 hour - I think 1000 curse that man! - Toooo warrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm i dont think people will accept watever reasons that  give to Norlida. The day when they'll get marriage. Then he give a simple reason. by sms. "Not meant to be together". then disappear. People cant find him. I dont know why he did it, but i truly cant accept it all. Stupid kaki pengkor player! why i/we can't accept his reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Becoz right now he's disappear. - to find his thingy&lt;br /&gt;2. Becoz norlida is Johorean!&lt;br /&gt;3. Becoz Kedah didnt win the cup. Maybe he did not use his brain to play. Just like this time!&lt;br /&gt;4. Becoz he's not hensom as me (hahaha... truly i think norlida can find a better man!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Becoz... (why he's soooo stupid? Even i cant imagine how stupid he is. Even i cant be stoopid as he is!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Becoz he can't be a real man anymore&lt;br /&gt;7. Becoz... errrr no reason aaaa. Need to hear his reason first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm dont know what to say. I hope men around the world never do that to your love one. Althought im a man. but i can accept it. What happen if women do that thing to us? I hope on my left is smeagol... "Curse him... curse him my love" and on my right is gandalf "kick him gandalf, put him in misery gandalf" says smeagol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. actually i dont know what to do today... So let us curse this man. Hahahahaha... Forget it! byebye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4736285934150135388?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4736285934150135388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4736285934150135388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4736285934150135388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4736285934150135388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-sms-or-mms.html' title='# 24 - SMS or MMS'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-2793026323204124722</id><published>2008-06-02T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:29:36.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'>#23 - Get cheated or what?</title><content type='html'>Get cheated or what?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/17/04 at 7:21AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what the heck ive done today? Dont know what... This morning... I dont know who... "Hi... saya Nadia.." Such a pretty name... "Saya dari syarikat..."... Then she talk something that i don't quite really understand. Everything about card, membership, hotel, insurance and etc... blablabla... So i trap la nih... Iskkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my 'cheat' card no... So 5 minutes away.... blablabla.... aiiiyooooo terbang 478 ka? RM 478 for a memberships...... Pergh... USD 125 in one shot. I think again... is it worth for me? Ok la... 50k insurance for my mom... if i die... Yeah... u shot me and my mom will get 50k. 300 free car repair... Hahaha... my car need at least 500 to repair. and hotel voucher worth 300. Ermm i think i want to book PGL la... or maybe sabah? Singapore? Any suggestions? valid for 6 mths. Hahaha.. plan to go honeymoon lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... i got AIA discounts. whatever discount. touch n go... blablabla.. I dont care how many benefit they want to give me... i need to repair my car. need to go honeymoon... get back my money... then... start to pay my card. iskkk... 4.5k already... can anyone please help me to pay my ccard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to get my card. cant wait to repair my car n fly away... See yaa.. bye... Gonna pack my things. Taking care aaaa.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH 478 hangus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Title: Lying From You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i pretend&lt;br /&gt;everything is what i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;i look exactly like what you had always wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;when i pretend&lt;br /&gt;i can forget about the criminal i am&lt;br /&gt;stealing second after second just cause i know i can / but&lt;br /&gt;i can't pretend this is the way it will stay / i'm just&lt;br /&gt;trying to bend the truth&lt;br /&gt;i can't pretend i'm who you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;so i'm&lt;br /&gt;lying my way from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no / no turning back now]&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;so let me go&lt;br /&gt;[no / no turning back now]&lt;br /&gt;let me take back my life&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be all alone&lt;br /&gt;[no turning back now]&lt;br /&gt;anywhere on my own&lt;br /&gt;cause i can see&lt;br /&gt;[no / no turning back now]&lt;br /&gt;the very worst part of you&lt;br /&gt;is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember what they taught to me&lt;br /&gt;remember condescending talk of who i ought to be&lt;br /&gt;remember listening to all of that and this again&lt;br /&gt;so i pretended up a person who was fitting in&lt;br /&gt;and now you think this person really is me and i'm&lt;br /&gt;[trying to bend the truth]&lt;br /&gt;but the more i push&lt;br /&gt;the more i'm pulling away&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying my way from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that what i said&lt;br /&gt;would have you running from me&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very worst part of you&lt;br /&gt;the very worst part of you&lt;br /&gt;is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-2793026323204124722?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/2793026323204124722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=2793026323204124722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2793026323204124722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/2793026323204124722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/23-get-cheated-or-what.html' title='#23 - Get cheated or what?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4345057625569965617</id><published>2008-06-02T23:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:30:00.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 22 - How time is better than anything else</title><content type='html'>How time is better than anything else&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/11/04 at 3:12AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RENUNGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang bapa pulang ke rumah dalam keadaan letih di sambut oleh anak lelakinya yang berusia tujuh tahun di muka pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Ayah, boleh Amin tanya satu soalan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya, nak tanya apa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Berapa pandapatan ayah sejam?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itu bukan urusan kamu. Buat apa nak sibuk tanya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amin saja nak tahu ayah. Tolonglah bagi tahu berapa ayah dapat sejam bekerja di pejabat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ 20 ringgit sejam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh..,” kata si anak sambil tunduk memandang lantai. Kemudian memandang wajah ayahnya semula sambil bertanya,” Ayah.. boleh tak Amin pinjam sepuluh ringgit daripada ayah?”&lt;br /&gt;Si ayah mula menjadi berang dan berkata, “Oh, itu ke sebabnya kamu tanya pasal pendapatan ayah? Kamu nak buat apa sampai nak mintak sepuluh ringgit? Nak beli barang mainan lagi? Jangan nak membazir. Ayah kerja penat-penat bukan untuk buang duit sebarangan. Sekarang pergi balik bilik dan tidur dah lewat nie..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanak-kanak tujuh tahun itu terdiam dan perlahan-lahan melangkah kebilik tidurnya. Si ayah duduk diatas sofa dan memikirkan mengapa anaknya benar-benar memerlukan duit untuk keperluan di sekolahnya kerana anaknya tidak pernah meminta wang sebanyak itu sebelum ini. Dengan perasaan bersalah si ayah melankah meneju kebilik anak nya dan membuka pintu tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kalau kamu betul-betul perlu duit, nah ambillah sepuluh ringgit ini”,kata si ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Kanak-kanak itu segera bangun dan tersenyum girang “Terima kasih ayah,” katanya begitu gembira. Kemudian dia tercari-cari sesuatu di bawah bantalnya dan mengeluarkan sekeping not ssepuluh ringgit yang telah renyuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ternampak duit itu si ayah kembali berang “Kenapa kamu mintak duit lagi sedangkan kamu dah ada duit sebanyak itu? Dari mana kamu dapat duit bawah bantal tu?” jerkah si ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Si anak tunduk tidak berani merenung wajah ayahnya.”Duit ini Amin kumpul dari belanja sekolah yang ayah beri setiap hari. Amin minta lagi 10 ringgit dari ayah sebab duit Amin yang ada sekarang tak cukup,” jawab si anak perlahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tak cukup untuk beli apa??” soal si ayah balik.&lt;br /&gt;“Ayah sekarang Amin ada 20 ringgit. Ayah ambil duit ne. Amin nak beli sejam dari masa ayah. Amin nak ayah balik awal besok. Amin rindu nak makan malam bersama ayah,” jawab si anak tanpa berani memandang wajah ayahya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this story with someone you like. But even better, share RM 20 worth of time with someone you love. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life or who forget about to show their love to someone. We should no let time slip trough our fingers without having spent to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we working for could easily replace us in matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one day how many time we tell to someone we love “I LOVE YOU.” My be after we loose someone we love then we release how much they mean to us. Then my be you will be feel there are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! How we want to face that thing if happen because our mistake? Appreciate what you have because when u loose that thing my be you never get back.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know... But I believe. To someone I love. I want tell you I LOVE YOU very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s-can anyone help me to translate malay ver to english?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4345057625569965617?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4345057625569965617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4345057625569965617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4345057625569965617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4345057625569965617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/22-how-time-is-better-than-anything.html' title='# 22 - How time is better than anything else'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-3341459620822575052</id><published>2008-06-02T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:26:50.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 21 - Gonna create techno</title><content type='html'>Gonna create techno&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/8/04 at 4:27AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. need to go to Loyat today. built one more pc for customer. Yeah... i think i can earn something from this pc. at least enough to upgrade my sdcard. Everything is need to b complete by friday. so 2 days to go. Pc, easy to create, easy to setup difficult to handle customer. Esp stupid customer that dont understand even 10% of tech terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh amek pentium bagus. Tapi apsal mahal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Modem can caught by lightning ka?&lt;br /&gt;"Why my pc no sound? (ya la u dont switch the power what?)"&lt;br /&gt;"Why my pc get virus? I just use my friends diskette. Ohhh i need to scan first... Aiiyaa lupa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. i remember 1 song. about pc. actually not pc, but cpu. I think maybe when the the time they create this song  they never heard of AMD. Hahaha.. so they only talk about PENTIUM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title : It's All About The Pentiums&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Weird Al Yankovic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby &lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uh-huh, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uh-huh, yeah &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers &lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? &lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? &lt;br /&gt;Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills &lt;br /&gt;Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills &lt;br /&gt;I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM &lt;br /&gt;I never feed trolls and I don't read spam &lt;br /&gt;Installed a T1 line in my house &lt;br /&gt;Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse &lt;br /&gt;Upgrade my system at least twice a day &lt;br /&gt;I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K &lt;br /&gt;I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short &lt;br /&gt;I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, what? &lt;br /&gt;You gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen &lt;br /&gt;You've got white-out all over your screen &lt;br /&gt;You think your Commodore 64 is really neato &lt;br /&gt;What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? &lt;br /&gt;You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh &lt;br /&gt;Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? &lt;br /&gt;You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette &lt;br /&gt;You're the biggest joke on the Internet &lt;br /&gt;Your database is a disaster &lt;br /&gt;You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster &lt;br /&gt;Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar &lt;br /&gt;Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar &lt;br /&gt;And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er &lt;br /&gt;I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller &lt;br /&gt;You're just about as useless as jpegs to Helen Keller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers &lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? &lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, loggin' in now &lt;br /&gt;Wanna run wit my crew, hah? &lt;br /&gt;Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? &lt;br /&gt;They call me the king of the spreadsheets &lt;br /&gt;Got'em all printed out on my bedsheets &lt;br /&gt;My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks &lt;br /&gt;But it was obsolete before I opened the box &lt;br /&gt;You say you've had your desktop for over a week? &lt;br /&gt;Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laptop is a month old? Well, that's great &lt;br /&gt;If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight &lt;br /&gt;My digital media is write-protected &lt;br /&gt;Every file inspected, no viruses detected &lt;br /&gt;I beta tested every operating system &lt;br /&gt;Gave props to some, and others? I dissed'em &lt;br /&gt;While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin' &lt;br /&gt;It does all my work without me even askin' &lt;br /&gt;Got a flat-screen monitor, 40" wide &lt;br /&gt;I believe that yours says, "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side &lt;br /&gt;In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user &lt;br /&gt;You've got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser &lt;br /&gt;Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax &lt;br /&gt;Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks? &lt;br /&gt;Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you &lt;br /&gt;If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you &lt;br /&gt;What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers &lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? &lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? &lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-3341459620822575052?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/3341459620822575052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=3341459620822575052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3341459620822575052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3341459620822575052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/21-gonna-create-techno.html' title='# 21 - Gonna create techno'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-341200063796649808</id><published>2008-06-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:26:09.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 20 - Welcome to My Life</title><content type='html'>Welcome to My Life&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/7/04 at 6:28AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how you'll live your life? Do you know how ur life gonna end? Do you know why you think your life suck? Do you know why people always staring at you? Do you know why you hate something else? Do you know why you  always get a bad things? Do you know why? You ask me? I dont know why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how i run my life? No you dont. But sometimes i think... I think.... somewhere out there, theres a people who suffer more than i do? Iraq? Palestine? Africa? UK? US? or even here, Malaysia? Maybe im lucky to be me? Although i'm not i i want, at least im here. To live my life as i want it to be. Tq god! Tq... Anyway... &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS MY LIFE!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title : Welcome to My Life&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place? &lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away? &lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room with the radio on turned up so loud so that no one hears you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what its like when nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what its like to be like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be hurt to &lt;br /&gt;to feel lost to be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;to be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;you feel like you've been pushed around to be &lt;br /&gt;on the edge of breaking down and no one's there &lt;br /&gt;to save you no you don't know what its like &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;are you sick of feeling so left out? &lt;br /&gt;are you desperate to find something more before your life is over? &lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around? with the big fake smiles and stupid lies &lt;br /&gt;While deep inside your bleeding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what its like when nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what its like to be like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be hurt to &lt;br /&gt;to feel lost to be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;to be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;you feel like you've been pushed around to be &lt;br /&gt;on the edge of breaking down and no one's there &lt;br /&gt;to save you no you don't know what its like &lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one ever lied straight to your face &lt;br /&gt;and no one ever stabbed you in the back &lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be ok &lt;br /&gt;everybody always gave you what you wanted &lt;br /&gt;never had to work it was always there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what its like, what its like &lt;br /&gt;to be hurt to feel lost to be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;to be kicked when your down you feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;to be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;no you don't know what its like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life welcome to my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-341200063796649808?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/341200063796649808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=341200063796649808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/341200063796649808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/341200063796649808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-welcome-to-my-life.html' title='# 20 - Welcome to My Life'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8149119766952270033</id><published>2008-06-02T20:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:51:14.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 19  - FAHRENHEIT 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;FAHRENHEIT 9/11&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 10/29/04 at 4:08AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed i bought this movie. I dont know what's all about. But from the review.. people like it! (except those who still believe, bush is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm 2 hours gone already. but i think, i need to watch it again. Why? This is the story of the &lt;BIG&gt;DUMBESSSSSSSSS MAN ON EARTH, AND HIS FAMILY TOO&lt;/BIG&gt;. It's about fate, tragedy, war, love, family, friend, hate, religion, work and much more. I promise you in the middle of the story.. U'll feel very2 sad... Why? Ask that dumb man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not all people like politics or what ever it is. But it doesnt meant that you ignore everything. Remember, althought you dont like politic, but still politic will change your live, either it will be good or bad. So for Americans, think you had 4 years of bad times. Rite? 9/11, bad economy? War? miss family? Gun fighting? what else? I dont know because my country dont have it!!! Thank god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's to blame? Do you want to blame al-qaeda that coz ur son dead in Iraq? Or maybe Saddam? Who sent them? Saddam or bush? Do you know why muslim (i say stupid muslim) like to bomb US? Ask your president. Hmm.. If you dont want to ask, then go ahead watch this movie. So for american that can vote next week... Vote your for Kerry. Although he will not give anything good to me or muslim all around the world, at least i hope he's not bad just like Bush. Anyway.. Happy voting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8149119766952270033?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8149119766952270033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8149119766952270033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8149119766952270033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8149119766952270033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/19-fahrenheit-911.html' title='# 19  - FAHRENHEIT 9/11'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8629073179080654124</id><published>2008-06-02T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:50:37.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 18 - She will be Love!</title><content type='html'>She will be Love!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 9/29/04 at 2:11AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... why sometimes women worried bout being left behind by her men? I mean gf left by bf. Or maybe husband left his wife. Hmm i don't know about others but for me if u know ur men, then dont get too worry about being left behind. Yeap, sometimes when u see a man, Yuckk... stupid man, i can't believe this guy. But... do you know inside him? Love come from the inside, not what u see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember 1 song, More than word. "More than words is all you have to do to make it real, Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me, Cos I’d already know". Guys just dont say love, muuuahhhsss, I love you everyday. But they'll show how they love you... :-). So all women in the world. 1 song for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maroon 5 Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;She Will Be Loved &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She will be loved &lt;br /&gt;And She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8629073179080654124?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8629073179080654124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8629073179080654124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8629073179080654124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8629073179080654124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-she-will-be-love.html' title='# 18 - She will be Love!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-798195756864040948</id><published>2008-06-02T20:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:50:14.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 17 - Berita Jam Lapan!</title><content type='html'>Berita Jam Lapan!&lt;br /&gt;Date: 9/28/04 at 8:14AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum.. Saya farit ismit gulam khan melaporkan utk berita jam 8... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laporan akhabar utama menyatakan, Seorang profesor mengkaji bahawa sesuatu yang lepas pasti akan berulang kembali. Maka setelah dakwaan nye itu, ramai yang sakit kepala. Termasuk saya sebagai penyampai berita ini. Pada pendapatnya, kalau seseorang individu itu rapat dengan seseorang, maka dia akan terus rapat. Walaupon individu itu sudah berpunya atau dengan kata saintifiknya, berkawin. Walaupon pihak kami tidak dapat mengenalpasti dari mana sumber-sumber tersebut diambil oleh pihak ini. Namun yang pasti pihak kami tidak bersetuju dengan pendapatnya. Disini, wartawan kami, jamil sulong melaporkan dari PWTC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:      "Hallo jamil... Jamil.. kami tidak dapat mendengar suara anda dengan jelas."&lt;br /&gt;J:      "Kreeghhhh kreeghhh.... Arrkk... zzz ZZZzzz Yer jeman... grrrghhh bbbb Maaf Jeman, gangguan pada sistem setelit."&lt;br /&gt;P:      "Teruskan jamil, Saya bukan di Jerman"&lt;br /&gt;J:      "Tidak, tidak.. saya bukan kata di German, Tapi kamu namanya Jeman. Baik jeman, kami baru saja menemuramah pihak terbabit. Mereka menjelaskan bahawa, perhubungan seseorang tidak akan berubah pada bila-bila masa. Sebagai memberi pendapat, katakan seorang lelaki pernah baik dengan seorang perempuan, maka grrhhhhh... zzzzz tmmttppititt... lelaki itu akan sentiasa mengingati perempuan tersebut sepanjang masa. Walaupon zzz Zzzz bbgbgbghhh dia sudah berkawin."&lt;br /&gt;P:      "Kami kurang jelas jamil"&lt;br /&gt;J:      "Maaf jeman, talian tak baik"&lt;br /&gt;P:      "Bukan, bukan, maksud kami, kami kurang jelas penerangan anda. Bukan berkenaan siaran ni"&lt;br /&gt;J:      "Ohhh.. malu2... Begini Jeman, beliau berpendapat, sekiranya kite mengenali seseorang, maka kite akan kenal orang tersebut mengikut apa yg telah kite kenali. Jika saya kenal Jeman pernah ditangkap berduaan dengan En hasim, maka saya akan saya akan kenal Jeman sebagai homo selamanya. Beliau berpendapat, sejarah sentiasa akan berulang."&lt;br /&gt;P:      "Syyyy.... jgn cakap kuat2. Tu cerita lama. Saya sekarang sudah berkawin. Isteri saya perempuan! Saya bukan homo lagi. Itu cerita lama. Sekarang saya berubah. Awak tidak kenal saya jamil. Jadi jangan buat sangkaan tersebut."&lt;br /&gt;J:       " Itu yang saya maksudkan Jeman. Pendapat yang kita tahu sahaja tidak mencukupi untuk mengadili seseorang itu. Kita tak boleh mengambil sejarah sepenuhnya untuk mengadili orang lain. Kemungkinan luaran kite tetap sama. Jeman tetap jeman, tetapi dalaman kite berbeza. Dalaman kite berubah."&lt;br /&gt;P:       "Ohh begitu jamil. Terima kasih jamil."&lt;br /&gt;J:       "Kami tidak berpuas hati dengan pendapat profesor tersebut. Namun apa yang boleh saya katakan. (kalau langit itu biru jgn katakan ia biru. Mungkin ada kehitaman disebaliknya. Kalau Nila itu biru jgn dikatakan nila itu sentiasa mebirukan, kerana ia memutihkan. Saya Jamil Sulong dari PWTC utk berita jam 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia begitu laporan wartawan kami. Jadi kami menyimpulkan disini, bahawa jangan menjadikan hidup orang lain susah kerana itu pendapat kamu. Seperti saya dan Jamil. perhubungan kami tadi tidak begitu jelas. Jadi tidak bermakna kami sentiasa bersalah pendapat. Begitu juga pendapat kamu mengenai seseorang yg kamu tidak jelas peribadinya. Bagaimana kamu boleh memberi pendapat yg kononnya begitu membina? Ape kejadahhhnya ini????Mungkin pendapat kamu tidak membawa apa makna kapada orang lain apatah lagi kebaikkan. Jadi disini kami ingin mengatakan.... "SHUT YOUR F**KING MOUTH!!! GET d HELL OUT OF HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dahulu dari berita jam 8. Terima kasih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-798195756864040948?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/798195756864040948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=798195756864040948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/798195756864040948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/798195756864040948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/17-berita-jam-lapan.html' title='# 17 - Berita Jam Lapan!'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-7050699632771054025</id><published>2008-06-02T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:49:38.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 16 - First date...</title><content type='html'>First date...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 9/25/04 at 3:46AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ur 1st date? Cute? Good? Wow? best ever?? Borrinnnggg...? Stupid?! Yucckkk?? Then he/she'll become ur 1st bf/gf/crush or watever... Dont care about it la... shake ur head, bang it up n down. listen to the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DATE – BLINK 182&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car I just can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;to pick you up on our very first date&lt;br /&gt;Is it cool if I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my stupid hair?&lt;br /&gt;Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared of what you think&lt;br /&gt;You make me nervous so I really can't eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest, let's make this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile, I melt inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worthy for a minute of your time&lt;br /&gt;I really wish it was only me and you&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of everybody in the room&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hint that you're capable of lies&lt;br /&gt;I dread the thought of our very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;A Target that I'm probably gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest, let's make this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest, let's make, this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-7050699632771054025?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/7050699632771054025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=7050699632771054025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/7050699632771054025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/7050699632771054025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/16-first-date.html' title='# 16 - First date...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4757394302002102993</id><published>2008-06-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:49:14.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 15 - Untitled</title><content type='html'>Untitled&lt;br /&gt;Date: 9/25/04 at 3:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Lithium - nirvana&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends.&lt;br /&gt;  They're in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ugly, but that's ok 'cause so are you.&lt;br /&gt;  We've broke our mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning is everyday for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;  And I'm not scared.&lt;br /&gt;Light my candles in a daze 'cause I've found God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely and that's ok, I shaved my head.&lt;br /&gt;  And I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;  But I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there&lt;br /&gt;  But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny, but that's ok, my will is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I killed you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4757394302002102993?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4757394302002102993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4757394302002102993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4757394302002102993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4757394302002102993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/15-untitled.html' title='# 15 - Untitled'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-9127610605791057841</id><published>2008-06-02T20:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:48:21.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 14 - Semangat Yang Hilang</title><content type='html'>Semangat Yang Hilang&lt;br /&gt;Date: 8/24/04 at 7:47AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood for today... If ur malaysian, maybe you know this song. XPDC man... if not, i suggest you learn Malay languages. It's simple and easy... (I'll teach a bit after this) :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMANGAT YANG HILANG (NO MOOD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak engkau seorang &lt;br /&gt;Juang hingga titisan &lt;br /&gt;Rempuh tak berharapan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti aku di sana &lt;br /&gt;Di ufuk pemikiran &lt;br /&gt;Lalu menghayatinya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita laksanakan &lt;br /&gt;Mata hati yang damai &lt;br /&gt;Di sana kejujuran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semarak impian segunung harap dipulang &lt;br /&gt;Usahlah diragukan keupayaan sendiri &lt;br /&gt;Hati yang membara mengikutkan kata-kata &lt;br /&gt;Jawapannya di sini &lt;br /&gt;Semangat kita yang hilang &lt;br /&gt;Oh kita cari pulang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu bertanya kawan &lt;br /&gt;Sesat cari jalan pulang &lt;br /&gt;Biar ia berkesan &lt;br /&gt;Di lubuk hati terbenam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-9127610605791057841?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/9127610605791057841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=9127610605791057841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9127610605791057841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/9127610605791057841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-semangat-yang-hilang.html' title='# 14 - Semangat Yang Hilang'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4886974854562106312</id><published>2008-06-02T20:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:47:52.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 13 - Offspring...</title><content type='html'>Offspring...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 8/24/04 at 4:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay cause I've got no self esteem......&lt;br /&gt;The more you suffer the more it shows you really care; Right ?????&lt;br /&gt;I may be dumb but I'm not a dweeb... I'm just a sucker with no self esteem? Right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4886974854562106312?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4886974854562106312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4886974854562106312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4886974854562106312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4886974854562106312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-offspring.html' title='# 13 - Offspring...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-3599514921297028701</id><published>2008-06-02T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:47:28.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 12 - I'm wasting my time...</title><content type='html'>I'm wasting my time...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7/1/04 at 10:40AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: borrrrinngg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskk la.. waiting for my boss coming back from err i don't know what heck she doing right now... U wait until i come back. Yalah.. I must get home before 8. Need to reformat my pc, install back and start again my assignment. I need new harddisk. I hate to reformat again my pc every week. So what should i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... tomorrow i'll be on leave. Need to settle my OUM fees and etc etc blablabla... Need to finish my assignment. Help me... I need to finish this assignment urgently... hahaha.. my tutor gave me 5 week to finish it... but i try to make it in 5 days... I think other people found their info elsewhere, maybe in some journal, library or hmmm... i dont know.. but for me it's enough to get my data and info from my sisters book. Hahaha.. more than enough to finish 12 pages of assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time.. i'm wasting my time. what should i do.. what should i do? I need to get back early... need to fix my pc... need to be ready my for my journey... No sleep for tonite... no wait for midnite... hahaha.. i'm wasting my time right now! boring la....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Wasting My Time&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Default&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to see you waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've already gone too far away&lt;br /&gt;I still can't keep the day from ending&lt;br /&gt;No more messed up reasons for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not for real&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;I just hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop the feeling&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reason&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the call&lt;br /&gt;And take it all again&lt;br /&gt;Woah again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months went by with us pretending&lt;br /&gt;When did our light turn from green to red&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance and left you standing&lt;br /&gt;Lost the will to do this once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not for real&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;I just hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop the feeling&lt;br /&gt;And there's no reason&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the call&lt;br /&gt;And take it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time again&lt;br /&gt;Woah again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you waiting&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome, lonely&lt;br /&gt;See you waiting&lt;br /&gt;I see you waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-3599514921297028701?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/3599514921297028701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=3599514921297028701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3599514921297028701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3599514921297028701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-im-wasting-my-time.html' title='# 12 - I&apos;m wasting my time...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1534220238125718981</id><published>2008-06-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:47:06.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 11 - NS, what happened to that kid?</title><content type='html'>NS, what happened to that kid?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6/25/04 at 9:05AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kiddo? What happen to you man? Don't want to go to school, dont want to go to NS, dont want to help people. Wanna sit at home. Watching Tv, playing game, chat a lot, ngumpat a bit... What happen to this kid aaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when i was 10 years old. My father scolded me just because i go to swamp with my friend. Then when i was 15, my teacher scaold me just because i'm late to go to surau. 530am to wake up then go to surau. 300meters away from my dorm. Then i reach that surau not for pray, hahah i continue again my sleep. After everything finish. My HEM teacher call name by name. "Ok hari kelas 4M1..." Waaa not my class aaa? But sometimes... when im still dreaming i heard... "Woiii hari ni 4M3 woi.... Shit... i jumped from my bed. Wear my kain pelikat. And run.. run like a wind.... With my red eyes... &lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu.. Hafidz Cikgu..." &lt;br /&gt;"Mana awak pergi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Toilet cikgu"...&lt;br /&gt;Ok finish my report, going to my dorm and continue my dream. Although im not a good student at least i dont really hate my teacher. Sometimes i hate la, I never  put salt or sand in his motorcycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i remember this story, i think student this day born with corrupted mind. I dont know why. Gangsterism, not going to school, watching blue film, drug... what else? HM called them... get 1 or 2 present from HM.. naahhhhh father come.. mama come... Put HM face in paper... HM must be transfer to other face. Banned for life to that place. Hmmm.. stoopid mummm stooopid dad... Their children is like a satan, but still they want to backup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm dont want to talk la about this... (Hahahah actually i dont know what to say... &gt;:) ) So let me sing to you... Offspring again man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Kid Aint Alright - Offspring&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young the future was so bright&lt;br /&gt;The old neighborhood was so alive&lt;br /&gt;And every kid on the whole damn street&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna make it big and not be beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn&lt;br /&gt;The kids are grown up but their lives are worn&lt;br /&gt;How can one little street&lt;br /&gt;Swallow so many lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances thrown&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's free&lt;br /&gt;Longing for what used to be&lt;br /&gt;Still it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Fragile lives, shattered dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie had a chance, well she really did&lt;br /&gt;Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids&lt;br /&gt;Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job&lt;br /&gt;He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay committed suicide&lt;br /&gt;Brandon OD'd and died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;What the hell is going on&lt;br /&gt;The cruelest dream, reality&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Ok.. end talk.. wanna go home.. learn something.. See ya.. taking care aaaa... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1534220238125718981?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1534220238125718981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1534220238125718981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1534220238125718981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1534220238125718981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/11-ns-what-happened-to-that-kid.html' title='# 11 - NS, what happened to that kid?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-154572512384376395</id><published>2008-06-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:34:13.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 10 - mumy craby tell sonny craby to walky-walky..</title><content type='html'>mumy craby tell sonny craby to walky-walky..&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6/16/04 at 4:45AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 1st time in my life i ate at dellifrance (camni ke eje?). Donno what to order. &lt;br /&gt;"Yer bang... kite ada set atau abg boleh order ala carte"&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont wat to order.. So i guess i pick crab meat inside hard bread. White bread with ermmm.. i dont know what it is... But ok la althought they gave me hard bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab remind me of how a mother tell her son to walk straight. Can u imagine how can this little creature walk straight? So it's not logic la to tell her son to walk straight while she still walk the same way... Hmm... Sometimes i think, why people want to tell people to do the right thing even though they still not do the right thing? Why aaa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i give you an example&lt;br /&gt;"Dlm islam kite tak boleh mengumpat... tak boleh mengutuk org lain... kite mesti menjalankan hukum islam dengan seadilnya..." but...... in other time they said...&lt;br /&gt;"Badawi di arab jaga unta... badawi di malaysia jaga babi"&lt;br /&gt;I dont whathappen to this people. People who use to be good guys but then the other way they also bad guys... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... either you're good or not... it's up to you. No one can judge you except god! I do the bess i can to be good, but i know im not perfect for not doing anything that is bad either for myself or others. hmmm... i dont like to tell someone, "deyyy accciii.... I dont like what you did... Dont do that again!!- from thambi" then I hide myself, put this letter on somebodys table... So everyone could read this note. if i want to tell anything to anyone... I go straight to the point... face to face, phone, or email... At least they know who am i. I think even that accci allso respect me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that 'behaviour' is good. I think our prophet will not hide himself to tell 'acciii' to do good thing. Rite? I know la that time still no phone, email, no bla blabla... But his massage still reach to the 'accciii'. So for me... Do good things to peoplez, coz peoplez will do the same thing to you... If its not today.. maybe the other day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;CATS IN THE CRADLE Lyrics&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child arrived just the other day&lt;br /&gt;He came to the world in the usual way&lt;br /&gt;But there were planes to catch and bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;He learned to walk while I was away&lt;br /&gt;And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew&lt;br /&gt;He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad &lt;br /&gt;you know I'm gonna be like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, we'll get together then&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son turned ten just the other day &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me to throw",I said "Not today&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"&lt;br /&gt;And he, he walked away and smiled &lt;br /&gt;And said "You know I'm gonna be like him, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, we'll get together then &lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came from college just the other day&lt;br /&gt;So much like a man I just had to say&lt;br /&gt;"I'm proud of you, could you sit for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and said with a smile &lt;br /&gt;"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys&lt;br /&gt;See you later, can I have them please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon &lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon &lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, we'll get together then&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long since retired, my son's moved away &lt;br /&gt;I called him up just the other day&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to see you if you don't mind"&lt;br /&gt;He said,"I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time &lt;br /&gt;You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu&lt;br /&gt;But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad&lt;br /&gt;It's been sure nice talking to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;He'd grown up just like me&lt;br /&gt;My boy was just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, we'll get together then&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;When you comin' home son?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when, we'll get together then&lt;br /&gt;You know we'll have a good time then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s-actually i dont know what im saying... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... padan muke....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-154572512384376395?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/154572512384376395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=154572512384376395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/154572512384376395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/154572512384376395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-mumy-craby-tell-sonny-craby-to-walky.html' title='# 10 - mumy craby tell sonny craby to walky-walky..'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1842565768172630131</id><published>2008-06-02T20:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:33:20.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 9 - hukk aaalohhh...</title><content type='html'>hukk aaalohhh...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6/15/04 at 6:38AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. I dont know why people always want to take care of other peoples. I meant the thing that they should not care. Then telling everyone... "Heyyy heyyy heyy... this guy aaa.. did something bad... heyy heyyy this guy aaa... he's the ugliest person person on earth... heeyyy heyyyy this guy aaa... this guy is bullshit..." WTF what the F**K is goin on here...????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for my own... I care for the one i love. i care for my friend. I i dont give a damn to them. I know maybe they are wrong.. so i should tell them personally. Not telling everyone i know. Yes they're wrong... but if i tell everyone.. then what i did is really2 wrong. If i know they did a good job... then it's good to tell everyone... Hey this guy aaa, he did a good job. well done man... Make it better... Hisshhh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to love is to make it better... love is big... love is not only muuuaahhhsss muuuaaahsss.. love not is not only telling people "heyy this is not right... you should do this"... for me, some love is to make other people happy. Some love is to telling people to do right things but not to tell everyone what he did is not the right thing. love... whats love? Ermm know what's love really is, but to make people felling guilty is not love. making people sad is not love. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm 1 lyric to the people who really really like to make people sad.... bad habit-offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Habit&lt;br /&gt;Hey man you know, i'm really ok?&lt;br /&gt;The gun in my hand will tell you the same&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm in my car&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me no crap&lt;br /&gt;Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap, like now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go driving I stay in my lane&lt;br /&gt;But getting cut off makes me insane&lt;br /&gt;I open the glove box&lt;br /&gt;Reach inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;Of blowin' away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't goin' away Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well they say the road's a dangerous place&lt;br /&gt;If you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face&lt;br /&gt;You drive on my ass&lt;br /&gt;Your foot's on the gas&lt;br /&gt;And your next breath is your last&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a bad habit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivers are rude&lt;br /&gt;Such attitudes&lt;br /&gt;But when I show my piece&lt;br /&gt;Complaints cease&lt;br /&gt;Something's odd&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the glove box&lt;br /&gt;Reach inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a bad habit Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1842565768172630131?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1842565768172630131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1842565768172630131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1842565768172630131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1842565768172630131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/9-hukk-aaalohhh.html' title='# 9 - hukk aaalohhh...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1275160781117015678</id><published>2008-06-02T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:32:54.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 8 - My words...</title><content type='html'>My words...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6/9/04 at 9:37AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... These are my words, that I’ve never said before. I think I’m doing ok, and this is the smile that I’ve never shown before. These are my dreams, that I’d never lived before... Somebody shake me cause I, I must be sleeping... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up according to plan? And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do? But it hurts when you disapprove all along. I'm never gonna be good enough for you I can't pretend that I'm alright.... And you can't change me... 'Cuz we lost it all, nothing lasts forever, I'm sorry... I can't be perfect... Now it's just too late and we can't go back, I'm sorry... I can't be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter. I had to fall to lose it all but in the end it doesn't even matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do. We all have the same things to go thru. Hold on...if you feel like letting go. Hold on...it gets better than you know. Don't stop looking you're one step closer. Don't stop searching it's not over...hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you... Pushed as far as I can go... For all this... There's only one thing you should know.... And I know I may end up failing too but I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyricsss--&lt;br /&gt;So far away- Staind&lt;br /&gt;Perfect - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Hold On - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;In the End - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Numb - Linkin Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1275160781117015678?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1275160781117015678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1275160781117015678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1275160781117015678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1275160781117015678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/8-my-words.html' title='# 8 - My words...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-7437921217743675400</id><published>2008-06-02T20:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:32:18.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 7 - Triangle</title><content type='html'>Triangle&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/31/04 at 3:57AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont what type of shape pyramid is. But i know on 1 side its triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the heck bermuda triangle is, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Us bombers plane in triangle shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why road sign sometimes in triangle shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm i dont why la that... God knows why (kid rock) la... But what i know is right now is, im holding a bread in triangle shape. fill in with sardine... baked by abg "roti sardin satu". Hmmmm... sedappp!!! want some? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey do your work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-7437921217743675400?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/7437921217743675400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=7437921217743675400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/7437921217743675400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/7437921217743675400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-triangle.html' title='# 7 - Triangle'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-1589599587223008937</id><published>2008-06-02T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:31:42.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 6 - 3 little pigs</title><content type='html'>3 little pigs&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/31/04 at 3:44AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. i don't know how many days i didn't update this thing. But that's ok coz no one cares about it. rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tiring myself to complete my business. 2 pcs to build 2 pcs to repair. Anyone here know how to render Autocad? I dont know, but customer told me... "i take more than 5 hour to render a project." Aaaaa??? don't know lah... aiyaaa... need to learn autocad just to repair this pc. At least i should know how to render that thing. got to open any site to learn i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... i remember 1 song. Wanna hear? Maybe you know greenday... but i don't think really know this group.. Green jelly... Hahahaha.. ok... 1 lyric for you... You got to download this song... Happy.. smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghroohhh kgrhoohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt; Three Little Pigs&lt;br /&gt;Green Jelly&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you, sit right back,&lt;br /&gt;and I, I may tell you, a tale.&lt;br /&gt;A tale of three, little pigs,&lt;br /&gt;and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.&lt;br /&gt;He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, he bought a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.&lt;br /&gt;But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.&lt;br /&gt;Built his house out of straw, what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, jammin on some chords,&lt;br /&gt;along came the wolf, knocking on his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.&lt;br /&gt;NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.&lt;br /&gt;NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in.&lt;br /&gt;Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.&lt;br /&gt;Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.&lt;br /&gt;Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.&lt;br /&gt;He spent most of his time just a ganga smokin.&lt;br /&gt;Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Getting paid money for religious speech.&lt;br /&gt;He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,&lt;br /&gt;and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.&lt;br /&gt;His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.&lt;br /&gt;Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.&lt;br /&gt;Built his house from his architect knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day came the old house smasher&lt;br /&gt;the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the big bad Wolf,&lt;br /&gt;well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.&lt;br /&gt;And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted.&lt;br /&gt;The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.&lt;br /&gt;So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.&lt;br /&gt;The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rambo said)&lt;br /&gt;"YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.&lt;br /&gt;So thats to end the story, for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy&lt;br /&gt;say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse&lt;br /&gt;idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-1589599587223008937?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/1589599587223008937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=1589599587223008937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1589599587223008937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/1589599587223008937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-3-little-pigs.html' title='# 6 - 3 little pigs'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4931369800171947356</id><published>2008-06-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:31:11.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 5 - Pc pc pc... Xde lain?</title><content type='html'>Pc pc pc... Xde lain?&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/25/04 at 6:39AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late afternoon... Aiyyaaa... Cloudy outside... Hope i can go back early today. Want to pickup one more pc. Last night i think im goin up and down at lowyat. Just to wait 1 pc to be assamble. But that technician never told me the pc got a problem. Stupid. I wait for another 1 hour. up and down i go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P4 2.8, 512mb Ram, Radeon 9600, 80gb hdd, etc etc... enough la for another 2-3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm at least got some money to spend for almost 2 weeks. Ok what, setup 2 pc in 6 hours and that sweet money i use for another 2-3 weeks. Ok la if i want to buy pda. if i want... but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aaa my english is not good. how to learn english aaa? maybe this thing can help me... i think.. what do you think...??? Humm... at least i can talk malay n english n java (jawa). Not that java 2.0 lah... Ermm i know 2 arabic words... Jumjumatun - skeleton... Ainum-eye.. hehehehahahahaha &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm what song for today? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;The Rock show-Blink 182&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out behind the club on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour&lt;br /&gt;I remember that it's the first time that I saw her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting kicked out of school cause she's failing&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda nervous, cause I think all her friends hate me&lt;br /&gt;She's the one, she'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;She took my hand and I made it I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, better sneak me through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we said we were gonna move to Vegas&lt;br /&gt;I remember the look her mother gave us&lt;br /&gt;17 without a purpose or direction&lt;br /&gt;We don't owe anyone a fuckin explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, better sneak me through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white picture of her on my wall&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever got another chance I'd still ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;Because she kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;She said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;She's so cool, better sneak me through her window&lt;br /&gt;Everything's better when she's around&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until her parents go out of town&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show&lt;br /&gt;(I'll never forget tonight)&lt;br /&gt;with the girl at the rock show......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4931369800171947356?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4931369800171947356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4931369800171947356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4931369800171947356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4931369800171947356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-pc-pc-pc-xde-lain.html' title='# 5 - Pc pc pc... Xde lain?'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-8280702674448122607</id><published>2008-06-02T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:29:58.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'>#4 - Someday...</title><content type='html'>Someday...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/24/04 at 3:25AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how many days i didnt update this thing. So i think it will be blank lah... Hummm... Do i need to keep this blog update everyday? Or do i need to keep it up someday? Hahaha.. actually i dont know what to say... what to write... so any idea? Gotta think what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three dayss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four dayssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five daysssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedaysssssssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. why do keep looking down? Go do somework laa... Aiiyaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Someday-Sugar Ray&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my life has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;One way, in the eyes of a passer by&lt;br /&gt;I'll look around for another try and fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;This place is warm and without a care&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;I go to leave and you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say better things will come our way&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they try to say you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;Some way, when the sun begins to shine&lt;br /&gt;I hear a song from another time and fade away&lt;br /&gt;And fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;This place is warm and without a care&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a swim in the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;I go to leave and you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, come on&lt;br /&gt;Someone said you tried to long (you will pass me by)&lt;br /&gt;Someone said we got it all wrong (all wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Someone said we tried to long (you will pass me by)&lt;br /&gt;Every thinks were right belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so long so far away&lt;br /&gt;So far so wrong so far away away away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my life has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay around and wonder why you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;One way, in the eyes of a passer by&lt;br /&gt;I'll look around for another try and fade away&lt;br /&gt;And fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-8280702674448122607?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/8280702674448122607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=8280702674448122607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8280702674448122607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/8280702674448122607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-someday.html' title='#4 - Someday...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-3899090641905065145</id><published>2008-06-02T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:30:23.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 3 - MC for 3 days... best maaa...</title><content type='html'>MC for 3 days... best maaa...&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/20/04 at 2:31AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC for 3 days. Not enough aaa? Ok lah.. Having ketumbit make me feel like hell. I dont know what ketumbit is in english. Iskk laa... Went to the doctor, what the dr said? Minor operation. Waaaa!!! Minor operation aaa? Sakit maaa.. She cut my eyebrow. I can see how she hold the knife. Grukk greekk grukkk... Nahhh... After that i become a pirate.  Driving a car with 1 eye closed. You cannot control the car like usual. Lef right left right... Waaa how can a pirate control their ship aa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 3 days without doing anything. Relax... watch TV, movie... and Val hensing. Ok laaa but not as good as Troy. I like the effect. So reaaall... Humm.. tomorrow for Shrek 2, next week for D day after tomorrow or in Malay they call LUSA. Hahaha... I dont know who translated it, but i think they are really stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough with relax,  today i need to do my work. Byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Well I just heard the news today&lt;br /&gt;It seems my life is going to change&lt;br /&gt;I closed &lt;big&gt;my eyes&lt;/big&gt;, begin to pray&lt;br /&gt;Then tears of joy stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;--with arm wide open--creed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-3899090641905065145?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/3899090641905065145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=3899090641905065145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3899090641905065145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3899090641905065145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-mc-for-3-days-best-maaa.html' title='# 3 - MC for 3 days... best maaa...'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-3307954198278061233</id><published>2008-06-02T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:27:59.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'>#2 - Boringggg.....</title><content type='html'>Boringggg.....&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/14/04 at 3:45AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... I changed my blog template. Black man... black... In malay black is "Hitam". People say black mean evil. That's what i know laa.. But for me black sometimes mean simple. simple as me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm first lyric from me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Come Around - Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you crying loud,&lt;br /&gt;all the way across town&lt;br /&gt;You've been searching for that someone,&lt;br /&gt;and it's me out on the prowl&lt;br /&gt;As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don't get lonely now&lt;br /&gt;Dry your whining eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just roaming for the moment&lt;br /&gt;Sleazin' my back yard so don't get so uptight&lt;br /&gt;you been thinking about ditching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to search the world around&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;When I come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;So don't knock down my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser&lt;br /&gt;to try and slag me down because I know I'm right&lt;br /&gt;So go do what you like&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you do it wise&lt;br /&gt;You may find out that your selfdoubt means nothing&lt;br /&gt;was ever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go forcing something if it's just&lt;br /&gt;not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to search the world around&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;When I come around&lt;br /&gt;When I come around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-3307954198278061233?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/3307954198278061233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=3307954198278061233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3307954198278061233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/3307954198278061233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-boringggg.html' title='#2 - Boringggg.....'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5662705647336076703.post-4044870996944179832</id><published>2008-06-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:30:36.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modblog'/><title type='text'># 1 - 1st time</title><content type='html'>1st time&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5/14/04 at 3:27AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi... Ermm this is the 1st time i write a blog. I don't know what blog is. So i guess i just want to write something lah... In my mind i think i just want to put some lyrics or whatever i think for that time. Want to know why? I dont know what to type in here. My english is bad. So bad that you can't understand what i said. So to be better, i let other people talked for myself. Hahahaha... Tq..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bzz 2... Reality in the past...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5662705647336076703-4044870996944179832?l=bzz2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/feeds/4044870996944179832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5662705647336076703&amp;postID=4044870996944179832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4044870996944179832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5662705647336076703/posts/default/4044870996944179832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bzz2.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-1st-time.html' title='# 1 - 1st time'/><author><name>bzz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCiqcFiX2sM/S1fnXDj9cbI/AAAAAAAAHj4/0DyDp8oZ3aY/S220/IMG_8562_resize.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
