<?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-3357177512638654478</id><updated>2011-09-07T09:09:29.040-07:00</updated><category term='personal mahmud'/><title type='text'>black and white journeys of mudkid90...</title><subtitle type='html'>just about me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4891937588018891543</id><published>2010-12-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:40:16.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes study in India different...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I last post here...Its bees a massive journey for me here. Just finish my 1st ever exam here with the results already out. It was tough seriously..&lt;br /&gt;Studying medicine or dentistry in India, besides the nice practical or posting you can have here...the theories (paper), its all about memorising. Names, structures and numbers...fuhhh..everthing answer from question paper is like copy paste from textbook becoming answer paper. And its really not working that well for me right now, maybe because i just didn't tackle the right way..just glad i manage to survive...&lt;br /&gt;See when I were in Alevel last time, it was mostly about thinking, understanding and applying knowledge. We have to brainstorming all the way during exam. Its not just what you memorise. So its kind of not my style to remember everything..&lt;br /&gt;For those who are about to fly to India, my piece of advice, get your mentally prepare for this memorising style you about to have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4891937588018891543?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4891937588018891543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4891937588018891543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4891937588018891543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4891937588018891543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-makes-stud-in-india-different.html' title='What makes study in India different...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6629299116180264743</id><published>2010-10-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:51:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I finally thought things have become nice...</title><content type='html'>When I finally thought things have become nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happen to me, but things got really bad this last two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;All the people who I care here, and people who care about me starting to disappear from me..&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of problems occurs I end up sad by myself, and there's no one to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;It is really painful when people who always listen to you suddenly just disappear like that and too busy to talk to you anymore...but it is more painful when your best friend start to be dishonest to you and throw words to you like what ever you did before just gave nuisance to his/her life when after all this time you were very good friends..&lt;br /&gt;And all you can say is "sorry" when he/she takes so hard to say sorry him/herself, and when what you really want to say is "thank you for revealing your true colour" but you say "sorry for the trouble I cause you" and you were suppose to say "sorry for concern about your life before,promise will never care about it again"..&lt;br /&gt;that's why they said it took years to build a house but it takes seconds to destroy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the one with the wrong attitude, like ask anyone-I'm always the bad guy. Arghh...Never mind. I don't care anymore if I have to live on my own. With exams coming this middle of November, I need to live with books-they always been loyal friends to me. With all this adaptation this past few months, I'd grown a lot (right?) so I think I'm ready to live alone in my lonely world haha..pray for my best, wish me luck in my exam! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6629299116180264743?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6629299116180264743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6629299116180264743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6629299116180264743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6629299116180264743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-finally-thought-things-have.html' title='When I finally thought things have become nice...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1402465034017020409</id><published>2010-09-24T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:10:32.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life. new family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/TJ2dd6RcFfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nz2367g4wjc/s1600/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/TJ2dd6RcFfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nz2367g4wjc/s200/IMG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520741855410263538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually last time I want to share about how i spend raye here..it was great at devangere..thanks to people there. But after that i just don't have the time to blog. Been so busy, with the 1st internal assessment coming..Need to catch up with my study a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just that this whole almost 3 months has passed here, and finally i realise it was time to move on. I always feel lonely and think that I'm lonely, its been almost 3 months like that I'm crying to myself. But then I realise I'm the one who shun myself,keeping myself lonely. Its me in here, I have to adapt. Although I really miss and need my gang membi2 but what can they do now for me..they are very far and they have their own life and friends. I wonder if they still think about me. i really hope you guys here but that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Here I got myself new family from the eldest brother Asyraf to Hakim to Reza, Pitlah Naqi Hami Abu and Apek...then got lots of sister like Kak Nana Kak Acot Kak Aimi and Kak Husna..always hang out together, I starting to feel I am a part of a family here. They are really nice people and care about each other. Thank God for sending them to me. They really make my life here more easier and fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/TJ2f408P-lI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bfyi9mrFlqI/s1600/46856_1561418761890_1427961425_31492914_2115936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/TJ2f408P-lI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Bfyi9mrFlqI/s200/46856_1561418761890_1427961425_31492914_2115936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520744516858935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      This brings memories of family here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the youngest in the family besides me, who always supporting me Nas and Haziq, although sometimes things just don't work out for us we just let it go. I know they are much nicer then me, I have to learn lots from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is reading (especially my friends and family), just want to let you know that I'm not alone anymore, i got lot of people care for me here and I got a new family here which I really grateful of having them. And I'm happy the way they are =) I'm going all the way to make new life, new stories of me, and new history of me here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lecturers never mind their attitude and all, i got mark absent twice already. but this one  sister which I like her, said to let it go,if she marks you absent means you have to read more. Ill take her advice, I don't want to be complaining about them again. With this 1st internal assessment is coming I'll study hard and prove to them that I'm better than any of the other students. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1402465034017020409?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/1402465034017020409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=1402465034017020409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1402465034017020409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1402465034017020409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-life-new-family.html' title='new life. new family.'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/TJ2dd6RcFfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nz2367g4wjc/s72-c/IMG_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7682224893244986673</id><published>2010-08-30T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:13:27.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Indepeendence Day at India..- im going to raya here =(</title><content type='html'>huhuh its been almost 2 months already I'm here, and I admit I kind of use to it now, very cold and peaceful. No more stomachache. Cook myself only. And thank God for giving me such nice seniors make my life here easier =) the only irritating part of my life here is the class. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to wish Malaysia Happy Independence Day! yesterday we were at coffee shop, me nas haziq kelvin and choong we were singing Keranamu Malaysia and Menara Bangsa.. It just shows how we love our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live with a smile now. Although hate to admit it, I miss everyone especially my gang which they all having fun at other places and other friends, maybe they had forgot about me. How I'm lonely here. Never mind. And then the hardest part when I think of it is raye is coming but I didn't get to buy any new clothes, new jeans shirts, shoes, and everything..Its very different raya here. I'm also short of money right now don't know if I can last until the next scholarship money at November. Then, I want to eat kuih raye...sure back home got lots of it already. Honestly I want my mom to send to me a bit but don't want to burden her. She already send some cooks stuffs to me last time. Thanks mom! Really miss kuih raye. And then the raye preparation at home, changing curtains cleaning the house rearrange the furniture. And if last year was white color, this year what will it be, one thing I can be sure is Ill not be a part of it. Huu...I'm crapping about how I miss raya at home. Nonsense. What can I do.hah...&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what mama will be cooking this raya, is it going to be my beloved spaghetti with rendang nasi impit and all and not tot forget mama's special nasi lemak..Haa so nice..later after raye I'll cook it here..heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me...I don't know whats coming for me for raya, I pretty sure it be nice also. I'm going to Devangiri and gather with my batch mates there. Looking forward to see them. Hope this raya will be a memorable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7682224893244986673?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7682224893244986673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7682224893244986673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7682224893244986673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7682224893244986673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/08/malaysia-indepeendence-day-at-india-im.html' title='Malaysia Indepeendence Day at India..- im going to raya here =('/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7550002664613812801</id><published>2010-08-20T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:52:09.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more facts and fictions -India..</title><content type='html'>1. India always blackout? Straight right. Always but not for long time, usually not more than 1 hour sometimes not more than 1 minute also. But then got this one time blackout for 6 hours. So disturbing, cant even cook how can study. Then when blackout during night, cant see anything at all. Just pray the electricity will come back or just sleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The tabligh activity here very strong...? ( Before I came to India there are people who ask say to me, "In India got lots of tabligh, make sure you don't join them or else you cant study ) Never thought that was true..but yepp it is... There this one time where this group of tabligh from Malaysia came here and meet us. Then got this Markas which people there until now got a lots of people asking me to join tabligh already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7550002664613812801?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7550002664613812801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7550002664613812801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7550002664613812801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7550002664613812801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-facts-and-fictions-india.html' title='more facts and fictions -India..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2916365843204180407</id><published>2010-08-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:57:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pada ketika ini...</title><content type='html'>aku nak tukar nak tulis blog dalam bahase melayu sebab ape yang aku ingin cakap mungkin akan menyinggung mane2 pihak. Aku hanya ingin berkongsi pengalaman.....belajar di India.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India, pendidikan di India sangatlah tak profesional dan pensyarah2 nye macam ape je! mungkin diorang tak puas hati atau tak suke orang Malaysia ke ape, bukan la sume tapi sesetangah yang sangat menjengkelkal...insiden2 yang berlaku dah sebulan aku belajar di India ni memang sangat membuatkan aku rase Malaysia lebih baik, dari segi sistem pembelajarannye dan juga orang2 nye...&lt;br /&gt;1. Pensyarah kat sini tah ape tah yang die tak puas hati, assignment budak2 Malaysia buat bukan main susah lagi nak bagi  approval. Orang dah buat penat pastu die bole lak amik suroh buat baru, takde nak kasi kite modify. Aku tengok kawan aku dah buat cantik2 pun die tak nak kasi approval tah ape masalah die. Pastu marah2 tak tentu pasal lagi la sengal...&lt;br /&gt;2. Dah la bukan main susah lagi aku ukir dumbell gune wax pastu bole lak patah aku sabar je la, memang tengah frust time tu tibe2 ade pensyarah laki mamat misai ni tibe2 marah kuat "tell me the joke, I will laugh" @%$@#&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;!!!!!! orang tengah frust tibe2 cakap gelak pastu aku tunjuk la wax aku yang patah tu, tak nak lak die gelak nak je aku cakap "asal tak gelak?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Pastu boleh lak minah pensyarah tue ni sound "use maam when you speak to me!"..hah..?? aku ni poyo sangat ke tak hormat orang tue, orang2 Malaysia hormat orang tue la wei..aku siap selalu senyum dengan diorang lagi pastu aku pun nak cakap ape sume aku tambah maam kat hujung "thank you maam" "how is this maam" "take a look at mine maam"....zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;4. Tak bengap habis lagi, berkali2 die marah aku suroh potong rambut. Aduyai, yang pertame, die nak menyibuk pasal rambut aku buat ape, bukan masalah die pun, bukan kacau orang lain atau die atau study aku pun. Kedue, rambut aku bukannye panjang pun aku baru je potong aritu tambah die marah rambut choong skali ( classmate aku ) padahal rambut die habis pendek dah. Ketige, cukup la die bagitau sekali bukannye aku budak bongok tak dengar nanti wekend aku pergi la potong tah pape tah otak diorang...&lt;br /&gt;5. Pensyarah kat sini oversensitif terlebih2 same ade macam perempuan tue rindukan anak atau pun budak kecik tak matang camtu la, contohnye ade orang senyum sikit dalam kelas nak jerit marah2 ingatkan orang gelakkan die, come on la wei..kalau ade yang nampak bace buku lagi la, kene halau kelas terus. tak beragak2...pemikiran tak matang diorang..haih...poyo lebih ade r..nk tujuk bajet garang ke ape tah, orang nak belajar kat kelas pun takde suasane yang menarik.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pastu ade sorang mamat fisiologi ni, suke sangat cakap "fine" lagi r tah pape...suke sangat panggil orang tanye2 soalan suroh buat tu la buat ni la padahal die dah la ajar macam ape tah pastu bende yang die tak ajar pun die nak tanye, praktikal lak tu, bajet orang boleh tau dengan membace je, tunjuk la dulu nak ajar, baru kitorang tau...*kecewe*...&lt;br /&gt;7. Suke sangat tanye2 banyak2 sebelum stat kelas sampai ade pensyarah cakap camni lagi "those who cant answer my question please can leave the class, I mark your attendance absent" ngarut gler diorang suke ugut nak tande attendance absent minah tue fisio cakap camni "you boys if I see you playing again I mark your attendance absent for 15days" walawei...sengal tak sengal, adil ke camtu orang datang kelas nak belajar penat2 die tande absent pastu nanti orang tu jugak tak leh nam amik exam. Bukannye orang yang study pun boleh ingat 100% ape yang die study kalau tak takde la takde orang dapat 100% dalam exam.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nak cakap balik yang pengetue bod habis die cakap camni waktu aku mintak izin nak datang lambat hari jumaat nak pegi sembahyang jumaat dulu, "You have so many prayers, if you miss one it doesnt even matter" "your God wants you to skip class to go to prayer"....tu lagi memang bod habis la cakap camtu, tak kire r ape pun agame die ingat senang2 je ke die nak cakap agame orang camtu, cetek gile pemikiran. Saman baru tau. Dah la pengetue...kalau orang cakap bukan2 pasal agame die tau pulak nak marah nanti...&lt;br /&gt;9. Ni satu lagi, waktu aku belajar anatomi dalam kelas tibe2 pensyarah tu jerit, "stop clicking the pen!!!!!!!!!!!". Aku pun hah..?? dengan 70 pelajar tu mesti la ade yang klik pen, kuat sangat ke bunyi klik pen sampai ganggu die? kuat sangat ke pendengaran die? Pelik2 je la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat nak cakap lagi pasal sistem pembelajaran die yang tak profesional tapi nanti la, dah cukup panjang dah ni..tengok perangai2 pensyarah2 die pun dah tau dah betape tak profesional diorang ni. Patut r negare mundur macam Malaysia sebelum merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(minta maaf kepada sesiape yang tersinggung, tidak bermaksud untuk tuju kepade sesiape melainkan yang disebut dalam post ini....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2916365843204180407?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2916365843204180407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2916365843204180407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2916365843204180407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2916365843204180407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/08/pada-ketika-ini.html' title='pada ketika ini...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2118558151218551616</id><published>2010-08-08T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:07:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Price comparison...</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month already I'm living in the city of Belgaum, India. Lots of things to be story actually but nahh..I usually forgot what I want to write, so later...huu...this time I just want to tell ab out price comparison Malaysia and India. Lets see...the country that I be showing is the cheaper of the two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handphone: Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;2. Rice ( Raw and cooked ): Cooked- Malaysia. Raw: Almost the same but India Basmathi is nicer for me&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothes: India ( even the branded one ) but not all, some brand almost the same&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch: India ( I think so, the leather Timex watch here just 1000++ Rs about RM80 so its cheaper)&lt;br /&gt;5. Roti: India for sure. Their main food right. ( one capati cost 4 Rs only about 32sen, butter naan cost 18 Rs about RM1.44 )&lt;br /&gt;6. Electrical appliances: Same (but the international adaptor is very much cheaper here)&lt;br /&gt;7. Books: India ( medical textbook, imported books very cheap here about average 300 Rs per one thick book approximately RM24,wow )&lt;br /&gt;8. Medical and dental apparatus: India super cheap&lt;br /&gt;9. Tic Tac!!!: India ( You all know the sweet Tic Tac right? haa here its only 10 Rs = 80sen, cheaper right)&lt;br /&gt;10. Gillette Mach 3: India ( Either any Gillette Mach 3 or Mach 3 Turbo here only cost 100++ Rupees about RM8 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I add more. Cant remeber..huhu...lots of them go to India right. Ya lah, here lots of things cheaper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2118558151218551616?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2118558151218551616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2118558151218551616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2118558151218551616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2118558151218551616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/08/price-comparison.html' title='Price comparison...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8516280456363042909</id><published>2010-07-24T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:48:26.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of class here...</title><content type='html'>I just finish 1st week of real classes of B.D.S. here. Hmm what can I say feel like normal class put away the classmates are indian but they are friendly and they can speak English, sometimes they are too friendly which creeps me out..hah..&lt;br /&gt;Oohh by the way, there are few types of lecturers one which can speak english properly and one that cant plus a slow voice which I cant get anything he said, when it comes to this, its up to my own effort I think.  Theres this one lecturer when he gives lectures suddenly he shouts "stop clicking the pen!!!" I was like wahh someone clicking pen also disturb him, how sharp is his hearing..huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;I like this girl lecturer who teach us Dental Anatomy, she teaches slowly and really easy to understand...heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a normal class, we hear lectures, we talk a lot when the lectures not there..everything feels normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then the books, theres so many books to read although Im taking 4 subjects only for 1st year. Anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry and D.A.D.H ( Dental Anatomy Dental Histology )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to buy medical and dental stuffs on our own, the dissection kit including scalpel and all that and dental kit includes lecron carver, waxes, and all other stuffs. Not to forget we have to get our own test tubes set with the rack.&lt;br /&gt;Until this time, I havent start to study yet. Because the lecturers also still didnt teach using books. They said the real class starts at 1st August so I wait till that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one problem, being the only true muslim at my class, I have class at Friday at 1pm wth I have Friday prayer that time. Have to put prayer in front thus fo the 1st week already I skip class...huh...but if I always skip then I cant take exam lol. Attendance should be at least 75% to take exams. Really give me headache this problem. Dont know what am I suppose to do after this. Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8516280456363042909?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8516280456363042909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8516280456363042909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8516280456363042909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8516280456363042909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-week-of-class-here.html' title='1st week of class here...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4021664433793141970</id><published>2010-07-17T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:30:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting Belgaum City...</title><content type='html'>first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going out from college to visit what is so called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belgaum&lt;/span&gt; City...low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; already...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving there,it was a big city. Although we,will not call it city but more to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pekan&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...but it is big that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to walk every part of it, so lazy...because the shops, all not nice looking shops, so creepy for me to go, even to walk..haha...but its okay actually. Then there is this one mall called Nucleus Mall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; why they call it that. (maybe because it wants to show how small it is,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) . Indeed it is a small one, from outside I thought it is big but so small actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbin, wow the ice-cream..It is cheaper than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; by how much I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, I bought sundae two scoops of regular ice-cream by Rs 106..about RM8...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know actually how's Malaysia's price but should be cheaper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt; guys said..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Then..man..they got Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Strauss&lt;/span&gt; Signature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;boutique&lt;/span&gt; inside and damn they were so much very cheaper..the jeans, only costs about average Rs 1300..damn so cheap which converted to RM about 100...so cheap right? you should know how Levis Jeans cost in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Belgaum&lt;/span&gt; City sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look like a city more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kampung&lt;/span&gt;...but the cheaper price so nice...I'll buy Levis Jeans before I go back Malaysia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4021664433793141970?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4021664433793141970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4021664433793141970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4021664433793141970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4021664433793141970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/07/visiting-belgaum-city.html' title='visiting Belgaum City...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6075051628796521767</id><published>2010-07-16T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T06:34:12.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India- facts or fictions?</title><content type='html'>Going to India, there are lots of things in my mind, lots of people said bout it and lots of things I just heard don't know where...then arriving here, not all are as expectations...now I know the truth of this country. Maybe other places are not the same as at my part of India and others got different view, but still this is what I perceived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People in India like to eat 'sireh' then spit anywhere they want..???&lt;br /&gt;- False. From the start of my journey I went to different kind of places i even see the places of slums. I watch people there to see if there any people spitting wherever they want, but so far I never seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. India got really bad roads..??&lt;br /&gt;- Not so true. From what I heard in India hard to find tar road, almost all just red soil road. But then our journey from a farm looking airport at Hubli to Belgaum have proper tar road already. Just that it is not as big as in Malaysia. And why is that? because there just few cars here maybe that's why the government don't want to build bigger road, only the rich person use car. Then they got highway also, plus the toll but...the toll, wow the toll is like Malaysian toll before merdeka..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad water supply and food..??&lt;br /&gt;- True. Just the second day arrive here, 4 peoples already got diarrhoea (including me). Man the food and water not so clean...argghh..but the senior said sure for once you will get diarrhoea once you eat food here, after you have it once, then your stomach will be immune. Just once but its horrible man, cant go class for sure just wait till have to go to toilet. So for those who are coming here, make sure you bring medicine for diarrhoea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most Indians can talk english..??&lt;br /&gt;- Not so true. Only the educated one can speak english even they cant speak all the time like when the lecturers explaining something to students, suddenly they start explaining in Hindi case they don't know i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. India is hot...??&lt;br /&gt;- So not true. Here got 3 seasons winter summer and rainy and me, I arrive during rainy season they said right now until September, at that time raining at Bangalore airport already. Although its rainy season, after that I seldom see rain here..huh...but it is very cold, especially the night and early morning...very much colder than Malaysia, feel really lazy to take bath in the morning, glad got hot shower in my bathroom here. The time where its a bit hot is at 9 to 10am..but still they got very cool breeze blowing under the hot sun so didn't feel that hot...they said this is just rainy season, not yet winter, winter should be way much colder they said...huh...then summer?? who knows...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. High muslim community..??&lt;br /&gt;- Nahh...although can find muslim a bit in my class. Hm...there are no proper mosque, just very small narrow mosque for me to Solat Jumaat..then the khutbah is in Arabic language...the Indian Muslim student, I didn't even see them in the mosque for Solat Jumaat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cheap...??&lt;br /&gt;- False. Of course there's some cheap and some expensive everywhere but here a bit expensive,not that expensive but not that cheap also.. You see, a plate of fried rice with chicken (a normal Malaysian meal) already cost 80 rupees about RM6.00...while in Malaysia that will only cost 3 to 4ringgit...then the room rental, a single room cost 60000 Rs plus 30000 Rs deposit make 90000 Rs about RM6785 per year..a single small room only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honking..??&lt;br /&gt;- Indians like to honk everytime and always when they drive without reason. Maybe its the way they say hello to everyone there...hah...whistling also..no wonder the guard at Indian Embassy at Malysia always blew the whistle...huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now...cant remember everything...so later I'll update if any more interesting things about India...heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6075051628796521767?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6075051628796521767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6075051628796521767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6075051628796521767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6075051628796521767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/07/india-facts-or-fictions.html' title='India- facts or fictions?'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3373777766313814912</id><published>2010-06-25T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:13:27.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-departure...</title><content type='html'>wow! its been hell of months really long time no blogging. When i thought there's no one appreciate my blog, but then there's lot of people asking "when you going to update your blog?" wahh at least I feel appreciated a bit.haha...now have the zest to start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my friend, my blogger fella ask me to write about pre-departure syndrome.huh...maybe she wants to be prepare before her turn to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i start with this topic. First of all, I always thought I be flying around August that I made plan for the before already but it turn out I'll be the first of my 'comrades' to fly. KLE university Belgaum they really have an early start of semester i think thus lot of plans go wrong. At that time just knowing I'll be flying at early June makes me feel scared. I was like so 'I dont want to fly that early' 'I'm not ready yet to leave everything behind'...seriously I was not mentally prepared and felt uneasy that I want to extend time a bit but what can I do...hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I really felt like leaving everything and most importantly everyone behind, so I went for a little Malaysia's trip like i always do.. I'm good at it.huhu...went to Perak to meet everyone I manage to see, every uncles and aunts.Heh...then my cousins of course before that my grandparents...opah and nenek...I'm really going to miss opah and nenek's cooking..huh..then Im on the way to visit my friends and last time I just went to school to meet my previous teachers. Although they look at me a bit awkward maybe cause my hair so long compare to school age.haha..but they still remember me though.huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffs to be buy to bring overseas??? that is one thing I really don't and don't want to think about right now...nahh that thing can come later. People comes first right? huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I think for now. I sure be continue blogging at India to be telling how's my life there. By now, I just want to say, although we feel excited to fly at first but when the time comes, we'll be scared, trust me..heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3373777766313814912?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3373777766313814912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3373777766313814912' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3373777766313814912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3373777766313814912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-departure.html' title='pre-departure...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7540659924883582136</id><published>2010-04-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:52:11.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opposite attracts, but same charges more understanding...</title><content type='html'>For so long I be keeping my relationship to the greatest extent, finally its over for me. Keeping and maintaining one is really tough. I really think I'd done my best and that's what important most. At the end whatever the result is,its faith...&lt;br /&gt;I always think that opposite charges attract and it is..but there's a flaw in an opposite charges relationship. A big flaw. Especially when totally opposite...you see,opposite charges, they don't understand each other. For sure because he (for e.g.) cant place himself in her position. He don't know what it feels to be in her place..simple analogy...a couple, the boy like to eat spaghetti so much that if he doesn't eat once in a week, he loses his appetite but the girl dislike spaghetti so much that she cant stand the smell then when the boy said he loses his appetite and wants to eat spaghetti, the girl will say "what,no..there's plenty of food better to increase your appetite such as chocolate" you see, at the end, the girl still didn't understand how the boy want to eat spaghetti so much...there's lot more to mention...just that right now I'm not in the mood...overcoming break-up is really depressing when we really care about someone. I had once feel it after school that it takes 3 months to heal. Syuhada oh Syuhada...where are you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice, just don't really go for opposite charges although it attracts but it really will not end that good. You be suffering living with someone opposite to you, not much understanding and you cant share doing things you like or maybe you cant do things you like that you have to forget about it...hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7540659924883582136?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7540659924883582136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7540659924883582136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7540659924883582136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7540659924883582136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/04/opposite-attracts-but-same-charges-more.html' title='opposite attracts, but same charges more understanding...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8662047308039662625</id><published>2010-03-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:21:36.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K.I....</title><content type='html'>Its already 3 weeks of KI..for those who do not know, KI is Kursus Intensif, a short course we need to attend in preparation before fly to India. It consists of Tamil, Hindi and Kannada language studies besides Anatomy and physiology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats interesting about this course? Its relaxing, stress free and boring. Huhuh. And the lecturers are so not best. Especially that Kappa. Haiz. But we as a disciplined hardworking student try to go every class and try to learn those 3 languages and its not easy of course. Until this 3 weeks, I don't know what I have learn besides akshara malle...only Tamil teaches more to communicate while the other 2 more to read. I can read Hindi now...Kannada not much, Tamil zero...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the first test, herrhhh I just hope I can break the egg (which means do not get zero)..&lt;br /&gt;Lots of problems I encounter this last week plus basketball game I have last week, college game which I get bronze you know..hm....life just get harder and harder when you want to have more and more....that's my line...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8662047308039662625?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8662047308039662625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8662047308039662625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8662047308039662625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8662047308039662625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/03/ki.html' title='K.I....'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7751356944138654410</id><published>2010-02-26T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:25:08.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recently...its boring....</title><content type='html'>recently...i cant find any point to write in my blog..it sure been a very boring days recently.&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe I just cant wait to go back to college this Monday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But still its sad to be apart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;..Guess I have to face it anyway. Back KI, sure they will be lots of stories to be share. Hope so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says: Cant wait to go back to college and meet you guys..&lt;br /&gt;The other me: Hope I can be home and college at the same time..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be apart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely I have to go back college no matter how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want it to be, things are going to be a bit different and dull without my gay partners &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Syukri&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dafi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt;, fellow of Superhero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tangge&lt;/span&gt; 13..miss them so much..the term '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gerak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sekarang&lt;/span&gt;!' will be a bit memorable and sensitive after this. Huh...but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, they says '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jauh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dekat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt;' right? wherever they are, I sure will not forget them. Pray the best for them whatever they are doing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7751356944138654410?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7751356944138654410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7751356944138654410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7751356944138654410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7751356944138654410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/02/recentlyits-boring.html' title='recently...its boring....'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4066684061759651026</id><published>2010-02-22T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:05:06.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"sometimes the truth makes everything else looks like a lie"</title><content type='html'>This is one phrase I learn from the movie Valentine's Day which  I watched with my little sister asking me to accompany her, she really like when its starring Taylor Swift..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What make that short sentence really powerful? hm..its actually really reflects my lifestyle. It just that something in my past I don't want to tell, I just don't want to open my mouth about it, just let it be my memory rest in peace in me. Something that I think embarrassed to be telling anyone. Memory that I ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the truth without a doubt, a special person for me should deserve to hear about it. But still, that's why this sentence work, the truth can make everything else looks like a lie. That's why it should be kept secret, don't know if it can be take into consideration a lie or not to be keeping it but as long as its not leaked, its safe. But if one day it leak, I hope she believes me full heartily..the past me is not the current me...that's the truth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4066684061759651026?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4066684061759651026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4066684061759651026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4066684061759651026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4066684061759651026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-truth-makes-everything-else.html' title='&quot;sometimes the truth makes everything else looks like a lie&quot;'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-5146810624460566475</id><published>2010-02-09T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:29:38.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you forever, but now its over...</title><content type='html'>Taking from 'Lovedrunk' lyrics by Boys Like Girls. This phrase sure have a big meaning. How can forever be over? forever is for eternal right, it should never be over&lt;br /&gt;Thats the question on a boy's mind. Just want to add what I said before, boys, when they love a girl truly, they really love to the bottom of their heart that they want to be with the girl forever. Thats why they willing to said "I love you forever", they really mean it. Like I said before, girl's attitude kind of the only thing can turn all around until the boy feel very sick of continue loving her, he will go "I love you forever, but now its over"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-5146810624460566475?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/5146810624460566475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=5146810624460566475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/5146810624460566475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/5146810624460566475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-you-forever-but-now-its-over.html' title='Love you forever, but now its over...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4276780517190308573</id><published>2010-02-04T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:12:30.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl's confession...</title><content type='html'>Ok let me tell you one thing, when i talk about love story here. of course it would not necessarily be about me. This time a confession of a girl, just want to prove my theory. That girl is like a close friend to me, and she's having an affair with this one guy another friend of mine, Watson's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let see here where should I start..hm....that girl said to me she wants to break up with his boyfriend ( da ngade2 kapel tmpt keje sendiri sape suroh ). She said she's not into serious relationship when that guy really love and care about her seriously. I can see that is true actually. She said she has a bit of love only to him thus she's afraid to ask for Clash. But then she acts like she really love and care about her, she admit she's such a hypocrite and that guy pity him really fall for that. There's things she like and things she don't like about him like dahh no one is perfect right. Then I said cant she just tell him what she dont like about him and maybe he can change, anything can change for the sake of love right...heh...arrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to connct to my theory, Ok 1st that guy was really serious in their relationship but then he will react to her response. there will be this time where the guy think of being loyal or just want to play a.k.a a player where I sure you once a boy lose his true love to a girl and start to think of play, he will not that care about her feelings so much anymore that he will try picking up other girl at the same time. Hu...girl who ask for play, they just ask to be play. that's the hypothesis. I'm really afraid of is when the boy lose interest anymore after trying a lot in building a serious one, while the boy just acting like serious when he thinks opposite actually, then one day the girl start to melt and fall in love truely, that is the time when it will hurt the girl the most..&lt;br /&gt;what a tragic ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4276780517190308573?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4276780517190308573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4276780517190308573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4276780517190308573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4276780517190308573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-confession.html' title='A girl&apos;s confession...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6822682955874677236</id><published>2010-01-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:57:37.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-centered</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Duh.i've been tagged.to tell you the truth, i was a bit lazy to do it since it's a lot.but nvm, i'll do it anyway before heading to college this march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Rules: once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 10 people to be tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first two sentence here are copied from a blog which tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like the blog's blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have another private blog which I wrote my songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to write songs and novels or short stories etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The blog been privated cause I dont want people to laugh reading my songs. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to dream to be an author or writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was a kid, I want to be a scientist although I dont know what scientist does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. After grow up a bit, I want to be an electronic engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Looking at my future, I choose to be a dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Actually I regret of making the decision, if I was give another chance, I want to go for electronic engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. But Im a kind of strive best for everything I'd done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Having brilliant brothers, it was really annoying been compare to them when I was little, but now I get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I used to have no friends since I enter boarding school during form 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I start to become a cheerful friendly fella when I was form 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I start to have a crush on girl since I was form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I really love that girl forever and always although we are already and we choose to seperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like songs, I'm really update with new songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It really annoys me when a person says he's a fan of this artist but he dont even know the latest song of the artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate people who brag about their ex'es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love my SuperHero Tangge 13 so much that Im really sad some of them Ill not be seing them at KI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If I get jelous, I will not praise someone although he has the skill to be praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I get really jelous to my roommate because he just have anything I dont have but I want. Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If I get angry, Ill become a quiet person..Im not that kind of person to throw a tantrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I like to watch japanese and taiwanese drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I want to have all the skills a girl can have from cooking, sewing to taking care of a baby. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats enough facts that I scarcely tell people...huhu&lt;br /&gt;at this time, i cant think of 10 people to tagged cause they all have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love to tag this 3 person&lt;br /&gt;1. Bari&lt;br /&gt;2. Hakim aka Kim Possible&lt;br /&gt;3. Sue Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6822682955874677236?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6822682955874677236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6822682955874677236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6822682955874677236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6822682955874677236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-centered.html' title='self-centered'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1031655780516266252</id><published>2010-01-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:14:33.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl..she like to take advantage on boy who loves her..she tends to noticce and look over every mistake that boy made but they dont realise they own..</title><content type='html'>Girl..she like to take advantage on boy who loves her..she tends to notice and look over every mistake he made but she never realise her own..she like to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt;' so much that when he made a mistake but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care when she hurt that boy's feelings that the boy didn't complain even a single word although it hurts him inside cause he always thinks about her feeling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to hurt her.He always care about her..But if something really bad that he said honestly to her what she'd done wrong, the girl cant take it and blame it back to him for saying those thing(or actually for being honest) and start to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt;' back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure a boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tend to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt;' that much. He tend to become quiet with whatever the girl attitude cause he loves her...but still, a boy has its boiling point. It is that moment when a boy realise he wants to continue loving her to the end or he wants to become a player. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to say is a boy's loyalty depends on the girl's attitude. And different boy has different boiling point. Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1031655780516266252?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/1031655780516266252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=1031655780516266252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1031655780516266252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1031655780516266252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/girlshe-like-to-take-advantage-on-boy.html' title='Girl..she like to take advantage on boy who loves her..she tends to noticce and look over every mistake that boy made but they dont realise they own..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7191350311919788982</id><published>2010-01-24T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:16:37.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops I was wrong..</title><content type='html'>I thought there was only 2 new staffs. But actually there was 2 more, so it was 4. This time its fauzan and Amira...Harr..that Amira is very cute one..haha..however newb are still newb. 1st must be bullied. Huhuh..hope the joining of te newcomers brighten up Watsons more, thus I can leave happily.hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7191350311919788982?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7191350311919788982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7191350311919788982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7191350311919788982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7191350311919788982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/ooops-i-was-wrong.html' title='Ooops I was wrong..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2234058464202256496</id><published>2010-01-23T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:42:03.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two new staffs...</title><content type='html'>Two new staffs just join the Watson community. Heh..a boy and a girl. its a relief cause we never were have enough boys. That girl is a 25years old girl I think which her attitude kind of bugging everyone, I really dislike her 1st appearance. She is like bringing handphone,always texting and calling during work. Then act arrogantly just because she is older. She brags like 'panggil saya kakak ok'..F that.. Newbie still a newbie first of all. Experience matters here. When they ask me to teach her, I was like arhh so lazy. I dont know anything to teach, Id rather teach that 17years old boy. Heh..And her mother was the one everyone hate the most. Her mother brought her to interview and she like very disrespectful to everyone..Seriously Sh...hmph...what a bad luck...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just see what happens next. For sure its time to bully the freshies, let them do all my works for me...haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2234058464202256496?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2234058464202256496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2234058464202256496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2234058464202256496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2234058464202256496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-new-staffs.html' title='Two new staffs...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8837080561106415519</id><published>2010-01-20T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:13:14.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please..dont bring love into works. Dont couple during work..please</title><content type='html'>I always thought of this sentence long time ago. I mean man..look at it. My hypothesis back there was having love at works really trouble. Jealousy, then when something happens, it disturbs the whole work, especially IT TROUBLES OTHER STAFFS! come on..don't bring any personal stuffs into work, and don't drag others into it. I'm sick of being drag into this kind of stuffs...you have your own relationship problems, fine you are mad, shes wrong you are right, you don't want to talk to her anymore. F that! don't have to tell the story to me,asking me to help in persuading. Like hell of course i will help but then at the end,the one trouble is me..arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prove my hypothesis is correct. The mythbuster would say 'plausible'. When having romantic relationship at work. You tend yourself to bring that personal problem of yours into it. And for GS of course there's no such things as perfect relationship, they must be some fight and all that and at that time, you start to feel uncomfortable in working. Skipping works, not feeling well, emotional, speechless...haiz...and it can lead to resignation. Seriously. Theres this one old friend of mine, a guard here once told me that before he became a guard, he had a perfect job at one company where he met his wife there but then their relationship turns bad that they divorce. and finally the old man lives alone to become a guard. Pity him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion is, don't mix love and works...remember this... GOT IT!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8837080561106415519?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8837080561106415519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8837080561106415519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8837080561106415519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8837080561106415519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/pleasedont-bring-love-into-works-dont.html' title='Please..dont bring love into works. Dont couple during work..please'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8064614764829227386</id><published>2010-01-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:37:39.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet, boring and stressful days ofworking left..</title><content type='html'>Troublesome. Today is the worst day of my working life (yet). A bit misunderstanding and the tables turn on me. Everybody started to hate me, even the boys. What the F...I cant believe everyone can just believe what happen in the mouth of only a person and that person misunderstood everything...he think we (me and my friend, we suppose to rest together the 3 of us) abandon him,left him while at that time he was the one who left us to buy something at Teppanyaki then he sat somewhere where we honestly didn't see him. Then he left alone went to work back and tell everybody we left him. When we went back to work, all eyes were on me whispering "jahat giler dyrng ni"...I was like what??? i cant stand a thing that time then this one girl ask me "why do you leave him alone resting when you suppose to be rest the 3 of you" then I was like WTH! he was the one who left us ok..for the record, the other two was a boy and a girl once coupled but clashed already so they are not that talking already then I was the victim between them...one thing i was really angry at, even my best friend there didn't believe me.plus,everyone start to talk about how my mouth was so evil that I insult other people.Like i would do that? tell me if anyone think I'm a kind of person who could insult people..my mouth were never that bad i think.maybe I was wrong in joking, and I'm already very sorry..i will not say anything after this.Even if my mouth were that bad,me myself were never like that. Not to brag but just for the record,yesterday that guy don't have any money,so I treat him for lunch AND dinner also.But then today he said I was insulting him because he was poor..what the H..i never ever think about something that bad..please believe me....i was like...haizzzz...really feel alone. Stressful so i left...luckily i got m.c that day you know.Even the doctor know i was stress, thank god she didn't gave me tranquilizers.huhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will start my work days no more talking to anyone except the bosses. Its going to be quiet,boring and stressful days of works for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...really feel like want to quit so much early. if I can quit today, I would have already done it...friends.......cant wait to go back to  college...huuuuuuuuu :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8064614764829227386?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8064614764829227386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8064614764829227386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8064614764829227386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8064614764829227386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiet-boring-and-stressful-days.html' title='Quiet, boring and stressful days ofworking left..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4075154920127507063</id><published>2010-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:31:04.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other staffs start to hate me...</title><content type='html'>Haiz...its really been a stressful work time. Plus now a new issue&lt;br /&gt;Why the other staffs start to hate me? i mean all this 17 years old girl...there use to be a group which are nice to m. But they also start to hate me right now..And you want to know because of what? Its all because...ok...let me tell you from the beginning of us. There was this group of 3 people, me and two girls which we are the problem-ed staffs. Always try to break the law and skipping work. But hen,there's this one day, when The Boss review the CCTV to see what have we been working and the other 2 get scold for 'lepak2' but not me. I was never been called to the office even once. And then the new one, the ID. You know there's 1 month confirmation for staff before they get their ID but those who are a bit problem have to extend. Its been a month and the other staffs and me already got our ID but not the 2 of them.They were really piss...they were like,&lt;br /&gt;"pergi la kau, jangan kawan ngan kitorng,kitorang budak jahat"&lt;br /&gt;"Kau budak baik, pergi la kawan2 dengan diorang yang laen tu"&lt;br /&gt;"Kau kawan dengan aku nanti orang cakap aku hasut kau pulak"&lt;br /&gt;"kalau kau buat pape tak salah"&lt;br /&gt;They were like this all and over again frankly it really hurt me. Who could thought we were like buddies at work could end up like this...&lt;br /&gt;They really think that the management 'pilih kasih' (don't know how to translate it, choose love maybe.haha) but they have the right to think like that. The management,the bosses really likes me than everyone else. Lots of proofs of it. From never get scold to be the earliest to get he ID, always escape from cahier duty and if I have t be a cashier, Ill be the first person to close.huh..plus if id done something wrong,the management will back me up like always..and to be fair, i never want any of it, i don't understand why the management was nice to me. maybe because I'm being nice, not like them who always fight back when the management scold.  But then,it mak them hate me..they was like&lt;br /&gt;"pergi la, management sayang kau"&lt;br /&gt;"kak zura sayang kau"&lt;br /&gt;"mahmud je mesti tak salah"&lt;br /&gt;and that's something i don't know what to do. Why is it I'm wrong wen the bosses are nice to me. Am I suppose to pick a fight with my management or what. Surely, they were really piss. They hate me a lot right now. i don't know what I suppose to do. Sure thing, works getting more boring. Cant wait to quit..haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4075154920127507063?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4075154920127507063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4075154920127507063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4075154920127507063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4075154920127507063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-staffs-start-to-hate-me.html' title='The other staffs start to hate me...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3585691089737863959</id><published>2010-01-04T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:53:19.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 17 years old girl cant be a cashier?</title><content type='html'>Im really sleepy right now, but since i started to work full time, I think this is the only time i can get to write blog.huh..tomorrow have to wake at 8 to go to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why 17 years old girl cant be cashier?&lt;br /&gt;thats a question I find the answer on my experience working here. First of all, its been a long time since I was raised to become one of Watsons cashier and workng as it, its really kind of sweet tough (can you understand?, huhuh).&lt;br /&gt;17 years old girl..the problem is..I dont know if this apply to everyone one of them or not but out of this 5 girls, 4 of them I had seen them crying during work. And is it something to do with cashier? you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, customer. Of course when being a cashier, you have to face a lot of various kind of customers...with various mood...out of all of them, surely there is someone with bad attitude, really not understanding at all, blaming the cashier for wrong price and at JCS (Jusco Cheras Selatan) I tell you the customers are a lot of them like that. They start to threw a higher voice and scold to the cashier and always it is not our fault OK, the price is not the same as display, thats not our fault..we just scanned it..the management is the one who not alert with any price change..then the cashier will be the one who took the blame..what happen when the cashier is a 17 years old girl? she cried!!! OK..in front of other customer and while im standing at the beside counter. Errrr...like what am I suppose to do, i know silence is the best way..keep talking to her means she keep crying more (am i right?) heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second, the Boss. Like I always told you, the boss here really not understanding at all and really are not smart. Kind of I dont how to describe the word nicer than stupid.hah..that girl done some mistake while being a cashier(a cashier mistake not to let the money machine open,(i dont know what the machine called actually.haha), then he scold her in front of everybody there like thats a very profesional boss to you, so what happen next? I think everone know..she cried!!! haizzz..really a bad end story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Short. Any cashier will be scared of this word. Whats the meaning of it? It is when you short of money at the end of your cashier shift after closing. The cashier have to pay for it. Usually it is when a cashier did some mistake while giving balance but me..i'd seen some with my eyes how the management can play the cashier to earn money for tmselves while in the end, it will come to short that the cashir has to pay...hmph..and like usual, what happen when a 17 years old girl short, i mean a huge amount (more than Rm10), the cried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of these 3 reasons,, are you agree with me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3585691089737863959?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3585691089737863959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3585691089737863959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3585691089737863959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3585691089737863959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-17-years-old-girl-cant-be-cashier.html' title='Why 17 years old girl cant be a cashier?'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2832172179273579763</id><published>2009-12-31T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:28:07.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its already 2010...</title><content type='html'>its already 2010 today and seriously this year is the most boring new year.huh..no friends to celebrate with...working...haiz...what a night. But this year, i have something I want to do..something i really want to do it this past year but never have a chance.haha...i hope i can fulfill it this year. Ill tell what it is when I done it.huhu...thus, want to wish everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2832172179273579763?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2832172179273579763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2832172179273579763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2832172179273579763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2832172179273579763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-already-2010.html' title='its already 2010...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1215704061735005856</id><published>2009-12-23T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:22:52.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workers' conflct..i mean girl problems...</title><content type='html'>being in this working era, really lots of problems occur this past few weeks...literally, GIRLS...17!&lt;br /&gt;hmph...how should i start. Ok, this girl dont like him, she dont like her, and she does not like this girl.. what the heck with that all the problem. Plus, some girl bringing their private problem (i dont know if its boyfriends problem or friends) haiz...but just this few weeks, i already saw 2 girls crying at work. Huh...what can i do? i really have nothing to do with anything with them. Its not like i want to help, but personal thing right? of course they would not tell me. Hm...of course among them there are a few cool girls whom I like, a strong type girl...and its very fun with them. but the others..hm..i just dont know how to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one day, a girl report to the management about the act of 2 foreign workers (boys) who like t disturb us, throw us some weird question which this girl consider it to be sexual harassment...and then the unprofesional management as you know, they call both the girl and the foreign to go face to face, boys and girls (like thats a very good way to solve it)- me of course was out of question. They have a few minutes in the office and finally one of th girl ended up crying when she was the one who report to the management..haiz..They want to settle it properly but in the end making the situation even worse, even for me. Things get really tension at work. No more brightful talking during work time..haha...one by one day by day, my working world getting boring...heh..and me- i already have some problems with the boss- the top one,the baldy guy store manager who is hated by every person in the store. Arghhh..i have to post a new one to tell about this guy, theres juat so much stupid about him. hmph. I always will give me money of my previous hardworking hours and sai "you're fired!!" hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1215704061735005856?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/1215704061735005856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=1215704061735005856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1215704061735005856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1215704061735005856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/12/workers-conflcti-mean-girl-problems.html' title='Workers&apos; conflct..i mean girl problems...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3060663971706731198</id><published>2009-12-21T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:32:17.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boss ku yang garang...</title><content type='html'>haha why suddenly the title is in Malay? cause it don't sound that fun in English rather like "my fiercesome boss" haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now its already working age, not college anymore..this time i want to story about my boss, precisely the assistance supervisor..goes by the name Kak Zura. Haha ( i hope she ll never read this or for sure ill be fired.haha ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Zura...ok. First there are 4 management staffs from store manager to supervisor and assistants but shes the only one with her kind of attitude. The others were very simple and nice.  This Kak Zura, she ll never let any staff take a break during work time even for a second. She ll go "buat front facing, customer service cepat!!!" huh...everyone scared if they have to work the same shift as her..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that i hate her, it just normal to have a fierce boss right. But just want to tell all of you that me...ok..you know me, I'm someone who's a bit friendly I think so. At this one night when I'm working with her, i tried to pull out a conversation so that you know maybe she and me...can get along well, so that shell not be that very fierce boss to me.haha..what a strategy. And it turns out very well, shes really a nice person deeply actually, i talk and talk to her that night and saw her smile yeah like that is very scarce..people don't even like the way she walk, like very arrogant person..i started to change my perception on her, i said to everyone, "tu kakak kesayangan aku" ..haha..i don't care anymore she's very fierce or she scold during work time cause i know out of work, shes really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the tomorrow...haha..its really funny to reminisce...also night shift with her, its like theres no work to do that time.. so i take a basket and take a sit at this one spot which not any CCTV can capture (this is one thing that the senior staff teaches me ), seat and talking with Suzi, waiting for just few more minutes before my shift is over. Then suddenly out of nowhere, don't know how she know ( maybe theres someone report to her ) she came to me and went " amboi amboi amboi..sedapnye duduk..sampai waktu je balik..pandai ea..pergi buat front facing ke..customer service ke..banyak lagi keje bole buat tu" and then continue "mahmud, awak tak boleh balik lagi, no excuse"..hahaha..thats a very loud scold actually. really freak me out the way she said i cant finish there..and the other staffs, they were laughing at me "laa..kate kakak kesayangan kau, apsal kene marah jugak? haha" ...haha...but one funny thing i notice is that, she was really pretending to be a fierce boss, shouting and so on because during her scold, I can see she smile for a second..haha...and after that although she said i cant go back home, she let me out after that, she just said, don't do that again..ok? hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3060663971706731198?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3060663971706731198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3060663971706731198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3060663971706731198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3060663971706731198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/12/boss-ku-yang-garang.html' title='boss ku yang garang...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2634541291611663406</id><published>2009-12-17T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:37:57.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a boring girl..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. whats the problem with the title? seriously. those who know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working right now must know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working with bunch of 17s girls which i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like much....and i met this one boring girl that very very very very boring that she deserves to be called the most boring girl in the world for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... I mean what an attitude she had... If u ever met someone like this, please slap her. I think the only person who are not boring to her is her boyfriend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..even the girls all not that close to her..&lt;br /&gt;You see...her attitude like this, she cant be someone to talk something about, i mean nothing interesting topic can interest her like when I talk to any other girls. Not even about fashion, gadgets, life, studies or work...she cant even talk about anything like she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know anything, not even songs and gossips..i was like try any topic to talk to her like I talked to anyone else but she just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know anything...what i can do about it..so she end up doing work all by her alone, not like us talking while doing work.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... Then, during break or lunch, she will focus every sense of her to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;!!! yeah like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a very good attitude of her. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even listen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; even look at someone who talk to her...she prefer look at somewhere else and of course-her phone...then during work,she go with lots of sigh, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hungry...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; cold...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; this and that". "How do I want to go back home, my father most probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; asleep"...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt;!!! please la!!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the worst thing, how could i just let her by her own without knowing how she is going back home. Maybe she end up walking or any dangerous occasion can be in front of her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Waaa&lt;/span&gt;...of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be selfish, me with a car for sure i have to send her home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;...she really make me worried like shes my little sister. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.........luckily the other girls are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from her...heh....boring...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2634541291611663406?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2634541291611663406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2634541291611663406' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2634541291611663406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2634541291611663406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/12/boring-girl.html' title='a boring girl..............'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4821128952341036614</id><published>2009-12-11T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:57:12.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of work...</title><content type='html'>Finally after being pressured, pushed and everything more, Ive decided I must find a job...being at home alone not just boring, also moneyless.Huhuh... Thus I went to JJ near my house to find 1, but I find out not just 1, but 3 works I apply for, KFC, JJ cashier and Watson. My lucky day was there that the 3 jobs I apply,I got all of them. Starting with offer from KFC, then JJ then lastly Watson...hm...it was easy pie to choose. Of course I choose Watson, what else could it be for someone who wants to learn dentistry after this. Heh... besides, working there should be more relaxing and cool cause it just a pharmacy...that's what i thought  back then...but then i asked my friends who use to work there and he said that working there was annoying cause the manager supervisor was all really fiercely people.haha...i was really scare to enter my 1st day of work back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st day of work, it was very contradict. the staffs, management there was all really friendly (at this time)...the only fiercely and hated people was the one from the HQ. really hate them, suddenly just scold my manager and me also, never give a smile-when Watsons Policy was to smile always..arghhh...but its nice working there. Never felt like time was running so slow. Relaxing...at this time..maybe after this when I enter cashier it should be tougher...but most certainly, it was tiring...the 1st day I finish work at 8 then come back home about 1 hour rest straight to bed...huhu...it takes time to set my body and stamina.haha...just 1 thing, sex discrimination.haha...there are very few male workers while most of them girls but then the discrimination, girls always stay with the girls while boy who just very few plus sometimes have different shifts, sometimes leave me the only boy working...as i am a bit shy to talk to girls,it leaves me work alone...haha..pity me..what work did i done until now? 1. Front-facing 2. Arrange new stocks and others from store 3. Labelling 4. Making price tag as plano changes or any price missing 5. Assisting cashier...but now, I really prefer not being a cashier looking to how scary it could be. Huhuh...ill try my best to escape from it.Haha.. I prefer more working at store with stocks and new stuffs..hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4821128952341036614?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4821128952341036614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4821128952341036614' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4821128952341036614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4821128952341036614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-day-of-work.html' title='1st day of work...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1630836003655828772</id><published>2009-11-30T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:54:12.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theory on chemical bonding between opposite sex...</title><content type='html'>this is a theory, base on scientific behavior and experience i  been pass through this past times...although im not really the right person to come with it. But hey, it just me and one of my theory...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A boy and a girl is connected when they have common interests...for example when first time they met, they start asking question to each other like usual but if they come up with something they both like, they become like "waa...you also like this, so amazing.Do you know that...Have you see it...bla bla bla until...maybe we should hang out together sometime". Really its like that. But if in their first conversation they find up no common interest between them, they just stop there and got nothing to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately what happen is...boys, you know how slicker they are...they lied about their interest so that somehow it is the same with the girl he like,the girl he wants to tackle...thats what the saying goes boy interests change according to the girl he likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A boy and a girl will be bond by time. Time they spent together just as friend. They have to face happy and sad together. Learn about difficulties then they can learn to trust each other. My friend once said the longer you tackle a girl, the stronger the relationship will be. And I found i to be correct seriously. Love is something that is develop...more like care...theres no such thing as love at first sight. I first think love at first sight is true but the evidence really oppose it. And to explain why love is blind, this could be the reason sometime. A handsome boy with an ugly girl get along together for so long as friend untill they a feeling of caring so much created inside them. Thats a situation for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately what happen now is just simply as...either the boy or the girl...a boy tries to tackle a girl and a girl accept just immediately. (maybe because he is handsome, or maybe she just want to fill the blank, maybe she was jealous looking at their friends who already have a boyfriend and et cetera). Thats why not a really strong bond is made between them and evetually collapse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune for more....hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1630836003655828772?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/1630836003655828772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=1630836003655828772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1630836003655828772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1630836003655828772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/11/theory-on-chemical-bonding-between.html' title='theory on chemical bonding between opposite sex...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-92100638848131738</id><published>2009-11-24T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:00:33.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Last Words</title><content type='html'>There are these famous last words...not a word of wisdom...but what we should call the legendary words. Huhuh...and why is it? only the wisemen know...this is our last words-put it in a formal sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" kepada rakan-rakanku, di mane jue anda berada jangan tunggu2...Gerak skang!...mara ke hadapan but dont forget to Stop, Collaborate and Listen to what other people have to say. Jage member masing2. Member aku bkn member kau...dalam dunie yg fana ini, kita hendaklah mencari ape yg Terbaek di antare yg Terbaek!.  Emangnya, kalau rejekinya ada,ada...tapi ingat, A2 esok still nak maen? lps blaja rajin2, bole la Kompom bini...Serommmm..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-92100638848131738?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/92100638848131738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=92100638848131738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/92100638848131738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/92100638848131738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/11/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous Last Words'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-69061335063047664</id><published>2009-11-23T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:42:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night...a night to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0SqLhwEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cmEh3ySNvcs/s1600/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0SqLhwEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cmEh3ySNvcs/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407543641497518146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep...the end our days Alevel at KTT here in our very own Prom Night...Graduation Day at Pan Pacific Hotel KLIA...&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start? hm...us, the superheroes Tangge 13. some of us really into it, putting hundreds for dressing but me...im just simply take what i have and use my brain to style them...huhuh...We all look amazing i think. Lots of style and fashion, more like a fashion show haha...we sit ourselves in our group of 10 people. All of us look stunning. I was very sure the prince will be among us of course (but surely not me, if there was a pince of emo, of course i won heheh). There is Faris with the white suit, some suzurans, Faiz Hero Remaje (huhuh)...then there are some wearing so smart and formal as they are the VIP guest and there is this ne composer from Serom...haha... here let me show our pic 1 by 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxVXLKVNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mhqxbY9b_-I/s1600/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxVXLKVNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mhqxbY9b_-I/s200/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540389400433874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxVkhjCmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qj4YU6AjqzQ/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxVkhjCmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/qj4YU6AjqzQ/s200/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540392983988834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxWM9P1FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mHd9A1RYVPg/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxWM9P1FI/AAAAAAAAAUs/mHd9A1RYVPg/s200/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540403837588562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxXBHXpFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DaDB9kTXBFI/s1600/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxXBHXpFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DaDB9kTXBFI/s200/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540417838687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0R3N2oII/AAAAAAAAAVM/BibwEep48IA/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0R3N2oII/AAAAAAAAAVM/BibwEep48IA/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407543627817066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0SZCp9pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iSoiKRPp8hw/s1600/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0SZCp9pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iSoiKRPp8hw/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407543636896904850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0RNHC-VI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ExtPnNtfCPE/s1600/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0RNHC-VI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ExtPnNtfCPE/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407543616514226514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxWnEqokI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0vHKjktfiZ0/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SwtxWnEqokI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0vHKjktfiZ0/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407540410848027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been really one awesome night to remember...that when the Prom ends..we'll be saying "our night just start"...playing lots of events that time that we almost involve at all. Although we are like a group of naughty boys in college, but we really participate well that time. We all involve in performance for the night that we dance!!! so cool..we dance the song of its my life. Although it just a short 50seconds dance, we really make it, we enjoy it and know what, we only practice it two times...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i have the record of it. I try my best, i ask Fakri, the only one in our table who didnt involve in the dance to record it but it seems that i dont kow whats the mistake but the video become superfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4973993265e7a7eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4973993265e7a7eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D418F41E7841EB9BF3521E5864E47F487FD76B622.7F7FA707B1042B38668FF2EC8D6AF74D6E33BC1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4973993265e7a7eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAqm1JGAVvLJN203Y1cBs1cKdbLI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4973993265e7a7eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D418F41E7841EB9BF3521E5864E47F487FD76B622.7F7FA707B1042B38668FF2EC8D6AF74D6E33BC1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4973993265e7a7eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAqm1JGAVvLJN203Y1cBs1cKdbLI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...the other event, the lucky draw,... to respect our commitments to the Prom, we,i mean the 10 of us in our table, half of us won the lucky draw and thats including me hehe...but we were looking forward to won the final lucky draw, the one night stay at Pan Pacific Hotel actually but with half of us already won the small ones, we cut out possibility to won the final one and at the end we didnt win it...so sad...if one of us ad won, we deal that that night we are sleeping at the Hotel all 10 of us...what can we do..not our superlucky day i guess. We already got half of us won the lucky draw. But then this composer said " aku tak pernah menang cabutan bertuah langsung dalam hidup aku" sad....so sad....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget to mention, the foods was very amazing...wow...the beef and the meat and what other things i dont know its name...not just the food that amazing, but the fact that we came up with a plan, everybody take 1 type of food enough for 10 people put it in the table and then we ate together therefore we didnt have to queue. What a terrific plan that is...we really ate like animals...and its goooood...hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-69061335063047664?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/69061335063047664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=69061335063047664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/69061335063047664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/69061335063047664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-nighta-night-to-remember.html' title='Prom Night...a night to remember...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Swt0SqLhwEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cmEh3ySNvcs/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4559647682411347426</id><published>2009-11-18T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:36:32.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye2 Alevel...</title><content type='html'>Fuhhh...when finally my Alevel finish here...done with the all crazy studies, examintaions, books and library...right now i can relax for a while...heh...&lt;br /&gt;Its really a relief actually. After all those hard times and hardworking moments, now its down to my result which will be coming about this February. But then really hope i can make it to KI (Kursus Intensif) which at that time i will learn Indian Language. Language i'll be using studying in India after this if i can make it InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;But that will be in 3 months time from now. Its a long unplanned holiday for me...what do i want to do? i dont know. 1 thing i know is taht im broke right now...huh...just spending my day watching One Piece...hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4559647682411347426?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4559647682411347426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4559647682411347426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4559647682411347426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4559647682411347426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye2-alevel.html' title='Bye2 Alevel...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3036218849102356084</id><published>2009-11-13T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:16:30.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the edge of Alevel-am i really that hardworking...</title><content type='html'>just want to say that its been a hell of weeks of nerdy...facing the final Alevel is not that easy especially when you have all these hardworking fellas around. Me myself becoming a study machine...heh...exhausted...tired...im not a genius. neither not a thinker. neither a hardworker...i can only stand the longest period 2hours study...after that, im knocked out. hm...seeing al this really hardworking,the one closest to me, its really envy me. I was always like "wow! rajinnye dia" and "kenape la dia study lagi"...i even didnt stay up for study-lazy...sleep early...the only reason for me to stay up if we're playing futsal, CS, or watching movie...hahaha. when my Bari say i was someone who put a comitment in evrything i did, i was like he really dont know who am i in college...huhuh..&lt;br /&gt;thats all just for exam break...still 2 more paper to go...physics and biology paper 5...wish me luck...pray all the best for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3036218849102356084?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3036218849102356084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3036218849102356084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3036218849102356084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3036218849102356084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-edge-of-alevel-am-i-really-that.html' title='In the edge of Alevel-am i really that hardworking...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-9012281498450745037</id><published>2009-09-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:28:05.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>different Raye 2009...(series of unfortunate event)</title><content type='html'>finally Ramadhan ends, comes raye...raye 2009.................hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes this raye different from the others??? hmm..lots actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. I keep thinking this is the last raye of me at Malaysia as ill be flying to India next year insyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;2nd. The 1st raye acu is here since many2 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;3rd. The raye that ill have my final A2 exam just about a month after raye off day finish and the fact that i did not even prepare anything for it&lt;br /&gt;4. At Opah's house, there are the what we called 'wasiat' giving from opah to her children,my dad my uncles and my aunts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uummm....thats not lot actually huhuh but it really make a lot of differences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according Newtons third law, every action must have same opposite direction action (am i right?) thus what do i do to make up those things?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. I do lots n lots of shopping in case next year ill not get to do it huhuh&lt;br /&gt;2nd. I visit lots of my friends house even them whowere  from primary school&lt;br /&gt;3rd. I didnt brought any books with me during raye of course huhuh...is that the right thing to do? (i mean look at it, the last raye or A2 more important huhuhuh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of raye&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqwXSIfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/_b_wuyFzX9s/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqwXSIfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/_b_wuyFzX9s/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437371032960146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, i was at my house Bandar Tun Hussein Onn with my mum and my siblings, we gther at house then went to my grandfather's graveyard after semayang raye at Langat. Meet some of my uncles who came to drop by at my old old grandpa's house which right now has turn to something i dont know what is it, some kind of homestay or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Pak Tam house also at Tun Hussein Onn, chatting day...meet my fellow cousins which i had long time not seeing them especially aqi and abha. We use to be very close pal back then...its back home, picture time and after a very tiring raye day...i slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i wake up, its time to move. Destination: Kuala Kangsar,Perak. Duration: 3 hours of driving non stop, but with stop and stop we start moving at 8 something and we arrived just about 1 I think because i was missing to great Premier league game that time, Man United vs Man City and Chelsea vs Tottenham haiz really feel bad missing it...arrive at Kuala Kangsar, as usual, it is a kid's heaven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvYErMxLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z5SHpv6A4Bg/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvYErMxLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z5SHpv6A4Bg/s200/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385442451279103154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...lot of kids there, counting back i think there are approximately 40 kids total all of opah grandchildren huhuhuh...with only small one storey hous, lots of toto and tilam need to be lay on the floor, still not enough for everyone to sleep properly but we still manage to sleep at a space besides acik under the dinner table, at a carpet where i took one cadar n just spread it above the carpet huh...though i slep&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqwzcaWgI/AAAAAAAAARs/QYiobSfyaWc/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqwzcaWgI/AAAAAAAAARs/QYiobSfyaWc/s200/Picture+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437378592266754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t a bit late, was busy talking to acik and acu who are still not sleeping when we arrive..from day to da&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srzqx9qz7tI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uObUj1WD_I8/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srzqx9qz7tI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uObUj1WD_I8/s200/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437398516887250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y wearing new clothes, going from one house to another until wednesday the last house, theres Tok Tam, Tok We and etc spreading from Kuala Kangsar to Semanggol to Sauk, Taiping and so on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqxWkX3pI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u2_gmeyyrB0/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqxWkX3pI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u2_gmeyyrB0/s200/Picture+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437388020899474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...one interesting thing is that there still exists the kampung style house for example like the toilet, outside the house with no flush pump just manually and the bathroom...can you imagine those who forget how it was for those who live in modernity only...i mean not my grandma's house, my grandma's has proper facilites at her house or right only for the fact that it only has 1 bathroom and 1 toilet for all of us, i mean all of her grandchildren to share that we have to queue up for very long time some take morning bath when its almost afternoon heheh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqyvQPXLI/AAAAAAAAASE/SFMEqEXDYs0/s1600-h/Picture+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqyvQPXLI/AAAAAAAAASE/SFMEqEXDYs0/s200/Picture+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437411827211442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at Perak was Thursday where we went to a river just behind grandma's house &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvYlyTzSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Yee15wcen_s/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvYlyTzSI/AAAAAAAAASc/Yee15wcen_s/s200/Picture+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385442460167294242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for all the kids to get wet and me...of course im not into it. But i also get my feet wet huhu...then its back to BTHO (shortform of Bandar Tun Hussein Onn)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now there is this true story of, series of unfortunate events. Let see how unfortunate ii was huhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time i was on the way back home from Perak...suddenly, my phone battery was low. Thats fine i said to myself, ill charge it when i arrive home. Then my best friend at school call who lots of time has lost contact just suddenly call me this time but what happen is that in the excitement the phone was off because of no battery, i was like heyyyy...just wait until i arrive home if thats the case. On our way back, we stopped to fill oil at shell somewhere at the highway still at perak i think. Then, as my brother went out, i went out to take a pee and there were lot of people there that i have to queue to take a pee haizz really awful. Then i went to the shop you knoe the shop at petrol station to buy some drink, i was bringing only RM3 in my pocket, i left the whole bag in the car. I felt like buying 3ringgit drink that time but what i did was i bought myself dutch lady rm1.80 drink dont know why i suddenly attract to that drink.&lt;br /&gt;But when im about to pay, its another long queue haizzz serioulsly im really piss off need to queue long just for a rm1.80 drink?man...this shop should make an express counter. Then came the worst part, when i went out the shop, the car was gone, the car i which i suppose to be in there,my father audi which is drove by my brother that time has gone. WTH!!! my brother forget about me and left me alone in the petrol station, if thats not worst, think about that my phone already dead, thers no way i can call my brother that time. PLus i left my bag in the car which suppose to have my wallet there all my money and my identification card. Herzzz. So I decide to wait there that time see if somehow they notice i was missing and they will come back to fetch me bu waitng and waitng about 20minutes, i realises this  will come to no avail...Grrrr...then what do i do???i mean what else i can do??? i walked to the nearest RNR you know, about miles away hoping theres a public phone there. But then i only have a 1ringgit note and a 20cent coin. As i try to phone, huhuh i remember i dont remember any numbers in my contact list. The only 1 I know was my dad's number which i cant reach that time dont know why maybe lost of signal which comes out to 'please leave a message after the tone.beep...' which that already swallowed my 20cent.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving with only a 1ringgit note, i walked and walked to shops try to find is someone kind enough to give me some coins out of my 1ringgit note and finally fornutely i get it. But still i keep on calling my dad's phone. My phone was totally cant open to check contact number and i didnt memorize even my brother's number...and still i cant reach my dad. Then for my lucky I have change my number abd id gave the old one to my sister which happen to be at the same car with my dad that time. So lucky was i...that i memorize my old own number. I was very lucky that time...dont know what happen if not. then i call my own number which thank God my sister receive it pass it to my dad and my dad ask my brother to turn back to pick me. What a relief...it took about half an hour for me to wait after that but who cares, at least i was on the way back home again...really scary moment hrrrrr...continue...after I arrive, i open my bag and unfortunately again, my wallet was not there, WTH again...so bad luck i guess. I was searching at a lot of place, asking lots of people if i left it at my ouse of at Perak...i was already thoguht of making new I.C and CIMB card whn suddenly my dad told me I left it at my house at Bangi before i went to Perak. I didnt even bring it to Perak. thank God i found it...Alhamdulillah with all of those unfortunate events and bad lucks huhuh i still get to arrive hos safely with no loss of money heheh...Alhamdulillah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue...&lt;br /&gt;Without wasting my time, the tomorrow morning, i force Amir to pick me to bring me raye at Langat meet my friends from the primary school. Wowww it was really good to meet them. urus, my ex classmate who tle last time i met was at standard 6, and there is Amir Asyraf Fadli Mamat (which is now has transform to Serj Tankian huhuh)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srz9RIhVDUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0e58CWR1TH0/s1600-h/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srz9RIhVDUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0e58CWR1TH0/s200/Picture+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385457725215149378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Masrur the Kreko tauke, Jad Hilmy Aizat allof them use to be my buddies and clasmate and the gorls which seriosly i have forgotten some of them, i met Hazierah, Aqilah Manap, Atiqah Noordin, Aishah Nasir, Farhah...which most of them i didnt remeber that much i was like "was she my classmate 7 years ago? *confuse*" and like asking Amir "who is hse, who is she, does she use to be  our classmate" huhuhuh so funny my friends laugh at me...what can i do,  live far from all of them, a bit far...at least i tried to recall by asking Amir to bring me raye to them hehe...miss them...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srz9RoSAWAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IISJuk5hFFU/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Srz9RoSAWAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IISJuk5hFFU/s200/Picture+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385457733740812290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ill be moving to my secondary school friend and Sunday its back to college...finishing my Alevel makeing sure I can fly India...really hore can raye longer huhuhuh...c ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYE!!!!!!! MAAF ZAHIR BATIN EVERYBODY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvXpfpJQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ji_P-qAxcVY/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzvXpfpJQI/AAAAAAAAASM/Ji_P-qAxcVY/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385442443982873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-9012281498450745037?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/9012281498450745037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=9012281498450745037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/9012281498450745037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/9012281498450745037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/09/different-raye-2009series-of.html' title='different Raye 2009...(series of unfortunate event)'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrzqwXSIfJI/AAAAAAAAARk/_b_wuyFzX9s/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7971198424184916270</id><published>2009-09-15T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:11:40.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"SuperHeroes of Tangge 13"</title><content type='html'>hi everyone....4 the 1st time i think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; giving a wider view on people in KTT...huhuh..usually i just tell about heroes of ALL9...the 5 of us, my housemates who happen to also be my classmates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Thus right now, ill introduce everyone who i will like to call Superheroes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tangge&lt;/span&gt; 13...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tangge&lt;/span&gt; 13 is where my apartment is located...before i divide all of us to Superheroes and villains' heroes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;), let me 1st give a brief information to their Superpower and their personality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all our beloved captain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fareth&lt;/span&gt; aka The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mantul&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;huhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;)- the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stylo&lt;/span&gt; and handsome in our groups, with the smile he have plus the white beam in his eyes, he has the MIND CONTROL...he can convince everybody to follow him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;e.g&lt;/span&gt;. one day he just enter my house and yell "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gerak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sekarang&lt;/span&gt;" then we all go eat some fish at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kedai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tomyam&lt;/span&gt; just outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCPSeMcr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-kFmz56RJLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCPSeMcr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-kFmz56RJLQ/s200/IMG_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381959102213435362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                               Our Captain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief captain- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sakawi&lt;/span&gt; aka The Matrix of Leadership...he's the boy with the leadership, sitting behind the leader...he's the one planning everything, make sure each plan right or wrong. he just have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;supermind&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;superthinking&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCP90oeaiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/P1HeEbTRBeI/s1600-h/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCP90oeaiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/P1HeEbTRBeI/s200/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381959846970944034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the fellows :&lt;br /&gt;1. Hakim the Theorist aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kimkorea&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kimjepung&lt;/span&gt;-can adapt in every kind of environment with his theories&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRdSXqqSI/AAAAAAAAARM/s9L03H8BCL0/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRdSXqqSI/AAAAAAAAARM/s9L03H8BCL0/s200/IMG_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381961487041079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dafi&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mantul&lt;/span&gt; II-having the same power with the leader for except, he has orange beam eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SuperSaver&lt;/span&gt;- with his ability of saving, he can make sure everything is done with the minimum cost we can includes break fasting with free foods only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;huhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Syukri&lt;/span&gt; The Alligator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hunting&lt;/span&gt; Tigress- Quiet, cool but dangerous. He acts like an alligator hunting tigress...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCQXdub18I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p7LNeko0qpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCQXdub18I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p7LNeko0qpQ/s200/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381960287498524610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Last 1 is me, Mahmud The Light...me, i will make sure everybody are on the right path...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRd_7nfYI/AAAAAAAAARU/6hS7hBb-xow/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRd_7nfYI/AAAAAAAAARU/6hS7hBb-xow/s200/IMG_0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381961499271462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;forget to mention, superheroes must have supervehicles right? huhuh...we ourselves have lots...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st our leader superbike, the JGL can transport wherever we want, with the most easy and lowest cost huhuh.But this can only preoccupies 2 people, so usually the captain will bring on the Mahmud The Light with him, the rempit team huhuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, there is the family car, the MAX and the MBF where the latter is when we want to look more rich and exclusive hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it comes to the SuperKancil TAL we use when someone from far call for help...this car is so fast that we dont feel like we are travelling wherever we are going...huhuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last one, the sport car which is very rarely available for the team in the WSC...just use when the owner say so...WSC the sport car...nt even sound can catch it haha...enough with the vehicles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together, we ourselves have made a rule what we called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;RUKUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;BERMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whats in this rule? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; our secret...our style of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;membering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;there are only 8 rules though...we also followed Barney's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;BROCODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Our team are still not complete without our neighbourhood...if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; no neighbourhood, who we want to save right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are this what we called neighbour who almost like they were part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;tangge&lt;/span&gt; 13 itself..&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Lokman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Izaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Wak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Jawa&lt;/span&gt; aka the Makeover-he got what it takes to makeover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;...from straight hair to hat, he can disguise to anyone he wants...he's also a mastermind behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;every body's&lt;/span&gt; back...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCSqhWeW_I/AAAAAAAAARc/RaemOpMe1tE/s1600-h/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCSqhWeW_I/AAAAAAAAARc/RaemOpMe1tE/s200/IMG_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381962813912538098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; the Fly- if you look at him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;you surely&lt;/span&gt; will not believe he can fly, but the truth is, he is a Fly...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;huhuhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRc7HNXeI/AAAAAAAAARE/D6LiMGUx3Ow/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCRc7HNXeI/AAAAAAAAARE/D6LiMGUx3Ow/s200/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381961480798035426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Fogger&lt;/span&gt;- he has the ability of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;fogging&lt;/span&gt; to ensure the air is always clean for people to live..nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus an imported player from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;tangge&lt;/span&gt; 10, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Maca&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Maci&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we will transform to Superheroes and fight among ourselves at midnight either it involves fishing, eating fishes, playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt;, Counter-Strike battle, or.....study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...straight until 5am in the morning before we sleep and disguise to normal people to go to class as usual in the morning...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;huuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves is divide to 2, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;SuperHeroes&lt;/span&gt; and the villain's heroes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;SuperHeroes&lt;/span&gt;/Counter Terrorists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Mantul&lt;/span&gt; II aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Kutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Mantul&lt;/span&gt; aka car_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;tounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Light aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;playerpalinglemah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Fogger&lt;/span&gt; aka popped @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;koko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Maci&lt;/span&gt; aka son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;goku&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;pisang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Villain's Heroes/ Terrorists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Matrix Of Leadership aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Wariapundake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Alligator Hunting Tigress aka Shark&lt;br /&gt;3. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Supersaver&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; Cool&lt;br /&gt;4. The Fly aka k*** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;natang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;huduh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Makeover aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Nordin&lt;/span&gt; Mat Top&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       6. The Theorist aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;KimHyungSem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although lack a player, but the Superheroes always win right?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;...with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Kutu&lt;/span&gt; as our leader in war, there's no chance for the Villain's heroes to win &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;huhuh&lt;/span&gt;...try next time more harder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; villain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERHEROES OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;TANGGE&lt;/span&gt; 13 to the rescue!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7971198424184916270?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7971198424184916270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7971198424184916270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7971198424184916270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7971198424184916270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/09/superheroes-of-tangge-13.html' title='&quot;SuperHeroes of Tangge 13&quot;'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SrCPSeMcr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-kFmz56RJLQ/s72-c/IMG_0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3617474642469165704</id><published>2009-08-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:08:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Monday addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cassadee rocks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Sn7ejQ3SvKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHwMlFFmxdE/s1600-h/hey-monday--large-msg-122894385494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Sn7ejQ3SvKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHwMlFFmxdE/s200/hey-monday--large-msg-122894385494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367972503275879586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuh guess what??? just escaping from anymore conflicts right now okay...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;my ears like cant stop hearing Hey Monday this time. Dont know what happen. A Hey Monday sickness huhuhhhh...arghhh....cant stop playing all over again with speakers at my apartment loudly hope it doesnt bother anyone or with earphone on my P2 Samsung mp4 when i cant reach a speaker...even when im onlining im listening to it....huhhhhh...so addicted ( somebody help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...they songs just that awesome for me...casadee is cool...love her...heheh...imnot just saying it okay. I have all their songs in my mp4 which been keep played all over again..1 by 1 my favorites are 'hurricane streets' (live faster love stronger let us speed up or get blown over) and '6 months' (everything you said, everytime we kiss i cant think straight)...im really am singing them when i rote this huhuh...then they are which my friend (the one and only friend i have right now which a fanatic to hey monday as well heh) like which is 'arizona' and 'candles' which they are also totally cool...then theres josey,set off,obvious,run dont walk..then theres the earliest popular songs which are homecoming and how you love me know which their awesomeness intiates my addiction huhuh...and the last which the least i like but i still really2 like it heheh...it just that i kind of dont like it lyrics, the 1 entitled 'should've tried harder'..see yourself why i dont like the lyrics, kind of reflecst a bit of my past heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who dont hear it yet, try 1st and you will surely cant stop yourself from hearing them...huhuhuh...( *singing*  Oh and everything you say..&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every time we kiss, I can't think straight&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;But I'm okay&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I can't think of anybody else...&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3617474642469165704?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3617474642469165704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3617474642469165704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3617474642469165704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3617474642469165704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-monday-addict.html' title='Hey Monday addict'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/Sn7ejQ3SvKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZHwMlFFmxdE/s72-c/hey-monday--large-msg-122894385494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8428669702930141790</id><published>2009-06-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:18:04.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS examination...</title><content type='html'>AS examination is a part of A level examination. CIE ( Cambridge International Examination ) which the one i take in KTT. I just fnish the exam. As for me, i took 4 subjects chemistry. biology, physics and mathematics which mean 11 papers all of them. Only maths consists of 2 papers Pure Mathematics 1 and Mechanics 1. for the sciences, Paper 1 is multiple choices, 2 is structures and 3 is practical skills which mean you will have exam in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me...its kind of tough really. Especially biology Paper 1 and Paper 3. Bio paper 3 is really rediculuos for me that time, cant even see the difference in colours of the indicator papers, have to rely on theoritical only but hm...dont know. Just wait for the 1st week of august where i will get my results. Hope its ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then physics, hm...i think physics is nice. With all lessons i learned from my lovely lecturer Madam Affera, i manage to answer all but dont know if i have a careless mistakes or something like that. Hope not. The paper 3 this time also weird, measuring the angle of bottle when we push to fall down, really hard to be accurate. but thats physics. Everything can never be really accurate but if Prof. Charlie Epps says in Numbers, ' theres no such thing as random, everything has its pattern'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say the hardest one is chemistry, but for me Bio is tougher. Chemistry Paper 1 is a bit harder compare to the other paper 1, so as the paper 2 which definitely i have some questions i just write what i dont know about. Huhuh. The first question already ask how to make what is it..urghh...i cant remember...some chloride i think. When i focus more to the theory, they ask something experimential...haiz....Paper 3 chemistry usually, everytime always going to be the hardest that seniors say some didnt manage to finish at the given time and for sure no extra time is given. There is that one time when Christine finish her paper so late that Sir Eddie ask the invigulators(do i spell it right?)  to just snatch the paper out of her hand. Really they dont give chance. Really strict...back to paper 3 chemistry, there are 3 questions, the must have one which are QA ( qualitative analysis ) where you have to do tests to determine the solutions contain what anions and cations, and titration which this involves lots of calculations and the side onethermochemistry. But my exam, the thermochemistry is the longest question. Luckily i finish all of the question early that after that i dont know what to do. Its not like other paper where you can look again after finish to change answer. So, after finish answering, just clean up the apparatus and wait for the time to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths...kind of fun. Huhuh. Dont know how to describe it. A2 really going to be lot more, i mean factor of 1000 tougher that lots of seniors drop math subjects during A2. FOr me...i dont know...we'll see first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8428669702930141790?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8428669702930141790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8428669702930141790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8428669702930141790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8428669702930141790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-examination.html' title='AS examination...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6715299173829049136</id><published>2009-06-14T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:38:19.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian : really nice place to hang on after AS is finish....:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXl5LzSyJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AGXK9f_M2dc/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXl5LzSyJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AGXK9f_M2dc/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347432903155566738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                            my 13 siblings.........can u find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuh....finally....AS is over...half more way 4 my a level..then its fly to india...pray 4 my success everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing for me to do after exam, what she will call mission impossible. Prhhh....its not that imposible though...as easy as pie. From my college, i have to go to Pulau Perhentian all by myself cause the rest of my family already there, they went with cars (3 cars), so they had to take 1 day early besides i still have an exam that wednesday right. The trip was fun, independent. Huhuh. I learn to travel with flight and boats by myself. Simply, let me put the story in points form, the things i enjoy and the bad things happen...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXmh5NXXaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uku0pNGiYw0/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXmh5NXXaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uku0pNGiYw0/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347433602539281826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           ...get to know a tourist from Belgium while i was on my own going to Pulau Perhentian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The beauty of the beaces and sea, i mean underwater when i snorkeling or swimming, can see clearly the beautiful corals, the fishes from the big one to the small, really al colourful one...pulau perhentian really amazing&lt;br /&gt;2. Get to see a real live turtle in the sea&lt;br /&gt;3. Play beach volleyball with family and other people there&lt;br /&gt;4. The food there is nice&lt;br /&gt;5. The scenery, the wind breeze, the cold wether&lt;br /&gt;6. The fact that all my siblings gather there, playing cards in the room at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXm-PsS3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_ym2QD83bzs/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXm-PsS3MI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_ym2QD83bzs/s200/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434089610927298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    clear water in the sea of Pulau Perhentian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad luck of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss the 1st day activity para gliding&lt;br /&gt;2. The worst thing is that, when im having fun sorkeling. i forgot that my handphone was in the pocket of my pant. My handphone totally sunk into the sea. Totally damage. Bye2 SE G900. There goes my 1000rm...haiz...have to save money to buy a new one...sob sob....&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of bruises in my body, really hurts. Dont know what i touched to get them during im in the water&lt;br /&gt;4. i thought i was going to get my scuba diving license, but seems like not cause scuba lesson takes 4 days 3 nights solid which i do not have it. And besides not just me, there are also lots of my little small ones brothers and sisters. Didnt expect them to get their license as well right? huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6715299173829049136?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6715299173829049136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6715299173829049136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6715299173829049136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6715299173829049136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/06/pulau-perhentian-really-nice-place-to.html' title='Pulau Perhentian : really nice place to hang on after AS is finish....:-)'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SjXl5LzSyJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/AGXK9f_M2dc/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8364016820698071795</id><published>2009-05-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:40:57.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A billion of apologises to a thousand people...</title><content type='html'>for those who do not know...CIE A-level examination consists of 2 examination that is AS for Advance Subsidiary and A2...so today im not picking a fight with anyone, as my AS is coming up this Wednesday starting with paper P1 Pure Mathematics and end with the last paper 10th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So specifically, I want to apologise to my friends, college's friends especially...&lt;br /&gt;want to come out with several names actually, but afraid they might feel touched and cry. Huhuh... so for those who think I need to apologise to them, from the bottom of my heart, im very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, to ones who are very closed to me, my roommate and my housemates who happen to also be my classmates. My roommate actually, I always have something bad to think to do to him. Huhuh. But he's an almost awesome guy like me. Huhuh. Thanks that he always help me in my studies and other bad things we done together. Huhuh. Sorry for everything I've done bro. And my other housemates, sorry for the words, jokes and laugh if you ever cant stand it and sorry for im being lazy sometime. Huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for my classmates, boys and girls. Sorry for Im being quiet in the class. Focusing my mind on the lecture actually. Huhuh.  Sorry if i ever made any of you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friends, all of them, They are all cool, volleyball team, spiking angels. Huhuh. My ex-housmates and roommate who just get himself a new girlfriend. Sorry for blowing that. Huhuh. Sorry for mistakes I've done since we were housemates until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importantly, for girls who ever being close to me, for those i ever lied and mad at me. Sorry so so so much. Im really sorry, sorry for the things i brought you to, and sorry for all my words and lies.. Im very sorry i hope you just can forgive me and bless me that i want o face my exam. Sorry for all things i said and i've done before, from the moment we become friend until not and until now. I dont deserve to hate you thus i do not hate you-so sorry for everyone misunderstanding in the previous post. Sorry for everything girl.  Sorry, blame it on me. I pray your best this exam, then you can fly to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry so much. Hope you all forgive me and pray for my success this coming exam...if i still have debt in terms of money with anyone, hope you all can just forget it for a while or ask from me instantly. thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8364016820698071795?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8364016820698071795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8364016820698071795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8364016820698071795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8364016820698071795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/05/billion-of-apologises-to-thousand.html' title='A billion of apologises to a thousand people...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3084759148315143936</id><published>2009-05-01T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:10:52.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treating people...how to treat people?</title><content type='html'>hi everyone...just want to say first of all i dont know whats wrong with the web,or my connections but i seem to cant add pictures in my posts even in my layouts...if i try to add a a gadget at my layout or add picture at my post...the page will automatically close...can anybody help me? so sorry..i cant put any pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this time i want to discuss about something had been on my mind all this time. H...do you understand what its mean by how you treat people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as this, sometime people asks me this question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kenape ko baek dgn pmpuan ni?"(why are you being nice with this girl?)&lt;br /&gt;"knpe dgn pmpuan ni ko x baek lak?"(why are you not treating this girl nicely?)&lt;br /&gt;"ko ni mmilih la..."(you are just choosy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why its all about girls? because for boys...theres no problem i guess....nobody ever ask me about my relationships with boy friends...maybe i just can be nice with everyone...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;why do people ask me like that? sometime its quite annoying. Its a simple answer right? Why do you treat people nicely? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about beauty or intelligence or rich, not for me for sure... i once answer this question to a friend (girl) of mine. For me, it just about how they treat us. If people treat us nicely, i will treat them nicely the same goes to people who are not good to me, or hate me or treat me which always make me angry. Of course i will treat them the same, its not like i keep a revenge on them but it just karma. Huh. But we including me of course can treat people who are bad to us nicely, but that is just by mean of ourselves of our kindness. If not, it just karma. For me, people who treat us nice DESERVE for us to treat them nice but people who do not treat us nice do not deserve us to treat them nicely but if we want to treat them nicely then its okay, its our call. Same as we treat people who are nearer to us better than we treat people who we barely just know. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think yourselve...just want to add something, i found out that feelings are mirror which they can really be inverted. For example, let say a person really like to eat ice cream then one day he got a toothache because of eating it. U can imagine that the feeling of really like will be inverted to really hate. Same goes to when you love someone, especially when you really love someone deeply. U just can go on and on of it. Accepting everything and be patient about it. If something annoys and bad about someone you love, you will just be patient because you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happen if the annoys power to 10 and times infinity tries to create the opposite called hate that you can not stand it anymore. Everything will explode so your hate will burst....then, your deep love, your  what call 'really love' feeling will turns to 'really hate'. If before you always care about it that you always  worried when it sicks or sad or cant eat or cant sleep or cant study or other possible things, after the hate burst, you will be wishing she will have a really miserable life, always sad, or die or if better dissapear from your sight forever. Its called the mirror effect...mudkid90's first law of feeling...huhuhuh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3084759148315143936?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3084759148315143936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3084759148315143936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3084759148315143936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3084759148315143936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/05/treating-peoplehow-to-treat-people.html' title='Treating people...how to treat people?'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-4603928769935610518</id><published>2009-03-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:44:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone...sorry for long time didnt update my blog. Really busy with my studies since my trial is coming in 3 weeks...hrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now im at Perak spesifically Ipoh, just finish helping with Along's Wedding.So i didnt bring my USB cables, bluetooth will take long time so cannot upload any pictures...So tired that wedding ceremony.But its fun.Normally i just go to kenduri for eating only,this tiume its my time to help..huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im helping with the sweets you know,distributig sweets to every single child who came without a single miss.Kids, they must get sweets so that they will feel happy and this will encourage them to go to another festives, am i right?...So, its an important mission to me making sure that every single child get their bag of sweets, of course i have my little 9 years old brother assist me, Naim. He's the one running here and there counting the children when there are lots of them at the same time..huhuh...i just seatback and relax...huhuh...thats what the use of little brother right? helping the older...huhuh...but one thing in this kenduri,my dad was angry at me a bit because that we are the host and everyone was wearing Baju Melayu,baju batik or shirts but me i was wearing my typical jeans and t-shirt and van's..not that i want to spoil it but i didnt get to prepare my clothes, from college straight to Perak. Forget to bring any Baju Melayu because so in a hurry...heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kenduri was a success, although a little bit messy like in the first chocolate day at the bride's side,when the mc called the relatives for upacara merenjis,they were not there. Huhuh. They arrived a bit late. And also, they didnt even decide who wants to sit and eat at the VVIP seats with the bride and groom. So unorganized. Funny. Huhuh...but thats typical perakian what i heard from my aunt, perakian they didint focus or care about the perfection of the festives or the materials,but they care most about the relationship of the two family and the bride and the groom...hm...my aunt a Johorian, she said that in Johor, people really look on the wedding festives such as it has to be done perfectly, so organized that it has a rehersal for the wedding ceremony..different from Perak who just make it simple and a little bit messy not so organiozed..hahaha...correct me if im wrong...but it doesnt matter the ceremonye right, the important thing is the relationship and what come for the two after their marriage...the second purple day in Along's side, my side at Taiping things just go simple and sweet...nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. By the way, i changed my style already, no more emo. Its over. Huhuh. Its time to be cool...huhuh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-4603928769935610518?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/4603928769935610518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=4603928769935610518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4603928769935610518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/4603928769935610518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/03/alongs-wedding.html' title='Along&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8319261733564365953</id><published>2009-01-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:00:41.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SXx2Wz4YX4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/G8kRV6SI9Bk/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SXx2Wz4YX4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/G8kRV6SI9Bk/s200/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295237396136746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emo season...is it the season? i think frankly the season already old-fashioned...huhuh...but who cares right? its new when its on me. Nobody ever watch me emo. Hm....but its nice...huhuh...im a little attracted to it. All black...its really freaking. I also once feared of people wearing like that, neever thought i will try the fashion. Im like a half ghost you know. Haha...but thats ok. I really have my reason of styling like that. What emo from me? As far as i know, emos or Gothics are the people who are fanatics to death like MCR songs all related to death, welcome to the black parade. Thats why they are wearing black. Its the custom of wearing black clothes in a funeral ceremony. Am I right? correct me if im wrong k? Heh. But for me, styling as emo not that im fanatic to death. But its like a way of expressing my feelings of angry and sad. Or we call it 'memberontak'. It really mean something to me for a while styling like that. I got to release my feelings which are painful in a way of expressing them. Huhuh. And it really works. Im happy as usual. And also styling emo means that not styling smart or handsome, but look a bit horror and not so tidy in order want people to watch us like that. Don't want to be look high by people anymore. Something like that...wearing all blacks, getting hair straight and finally a little touch of eyeliner bolding pair of eyes...like in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture doesnt show much. You have to watch it by yourself. I got a lot of feedbacks on my new style you know. The most common feedback that i like is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mahmud, nice hairstyle"&lt;br /&gt;"your eyeliner are quite good"&lt;br /&gt;"you look good in emo"&lt;br /&gt;"you really suit emo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also people were asking, "why are you suddenly change to emo?"..hehehh...that question keep on playing in my ears. But me, i'm just cool answering, "just changing my style"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are also negative comments that predominantly came from malay girls. Huhuh. They didn't like it for sure. But who cares. Wont let their point  of view stop me from doing anything I want right. But how do all of them notice me with my new style. Just a simple thing that i have to read the prayer during the exam...Huh...I already tried not to be call by sitting with All8 at the far left and back far from the microphone but what can i do, still i was the one being called to go in front during the exam to read the prayer. Heheh....And...this is not permanent, just temporary...while i dont have to pick up girls yet. Huhuh. Some comments from lecturers also. Heh. Madam Azian ask me to cut my hair while the others just look at me with a strange face. Really. But still...it the season. Huhuhh. Season that we create by ourselves. Hehe. Of course I have emo gang here that start the style. Don't know until when we be styling like this. After this i will continue to go to class like this and so on. Maybe sometimes i will suit in white clothes and look clean. Hope the lecturers always know who I am. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8319261733564365953?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8319261733564365953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8319261733564365953' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8319261733564365953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8319261733564365953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-season.html' title='emo season...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SXx2Wz4YX4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/G8kRV6SI9Bk/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8682940849447258226</id><published>2009-01-23T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:59:40.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>think positive...</title><content type='html'>"think positive...be happy...always smile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new motto. really a great thing to apply it in your life you know. The different between bad people and good people. Good people always thinks positive while bad people otherwise. Example: (P is a positive thinking guy while N is a negatively charged guy..huhuh..S is a super positive thinking guy here...huhuh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Their girlfriend found a new boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N will say, "ohh!...how dare you do that to me...curse you...you will never be happy with your new boyfriend. I will get my revenge. I hate you I hate you I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P will say, "ohh!...theres go my girlfriend. Hope you are happy with your new boy friend and hope that he love you more than I do. We are still friend for ever. Dont forget to come to me back if your new boyfriend cheat on you. I will always love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, P is the one still smiling and happy while N mad and become angry plus sad...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S will say, "just take and do whatever you want. As long as you are happy. Theres many other girl waiting for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They failed in their mid semester exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N will say, "arghhh!!! i fail. Im a failure. I cannot do this. I cannot pass A-level. I shouldnt be here at the first place. This is all the lecturer's fault. Or my friend didnt teach me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P will say, "arghhh!!! i fail. Maybe its not my destined to score right noe. Mybe my destiny is to be the top of the world in A-level. I have to try harder after this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, still P is the one smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S will say, "oooo...i got 4D's...thats good enough. Its better than 4E's right. Congrats to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Their friend backstabbing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N will say, "How dare he backstabbing me. He doesnt know me. this call for a payback. From now on, he's my enemy. Ill make sure everybody know her evil and he will be leave alone. Huhuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P will say, "How dare he backstabbing me. Hm....maybe i can talk to him and we can settle this together. maybe he didnt realise what he had done. maybe he need to be remind or advice a little. I think he is sorry for what he had done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, P will have a better life...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S will say, "He backstabbing me. Its normal right backstabbing people."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8682940849447258226?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8682940849447258226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8682940849447258226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8682940849447258226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8682940849447258226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/01/think-positive.html' title='think positive...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7429398763995537483</id><published>2009-01-22T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:39:41.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>string of friendship can snap...</title><content type='html'>maybe you be wondering what's the title means...hm...actually, simply it is breaking a friendship... Chuck in Child's Play always said, "I'll be your friend to the end". First i thought friend is for ever. I never imagine friendship can be broken so easy just like a string which snaps.  have you ever imagine  like that? here's a little story for you of what i think really shouldn't happen. How a string can snap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far away from the city of KL, lies a college called KTT. In the huge building, lies 2 blocks, in the block lies numerous classes, lies multitude apartments, in the classes, lies a famous outstanding class called class9, in the outstanding class9, lies multiracial students, and in the crowd of students, lies a pair of best friend, indian who was named Tamera and Daminti. They were very closed friend, knowing each other since they first enter KTT, they became like the best friend everybody would envy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were also partner in crimes...huhuh...skipping classes together, cheating on signing the attendance for each other, then dropping mathematics together, sitting besides each other so they can cheat during pop quizzes. They even went to breakfast lunch dinner together. Play in the evening together. Easy to say, they do all kind of things together...huhuh...At college, they have their hangout friends or they called it their gang.  The gang are full of pride, thinking that they are the 1st class hotstuffs and everybody else just a 2nd class. How  pathetic for human to think like that. human are all the same right. Not differ by looks or wealth. Being a part of the gang, Tamera and Daminti always hang out with each other and with the others outside class's time. They have to follow the rules and regulations, whatever their gang do, they have to do it. Thats the rule. Loitering at cafe until 3.00am while the Chinese are studying, then going to night market by walking. Thats their routine, everybody can notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months of best friend, they have their final semester examination. AS the new semester  start, it turns out that Daminti was a genius girl, scoring every subjects, passing cut of points while Tamera was left behind not scoring her exam and didn't pass the cut of points. As a result, Tamera realised that she had to be more focus on her studies and exams not like Daminti who already a bright girl and also all of her gang who was all brilliant and also some are not but don't care of their studies not like Tamera who determined to work harder to ensure she can achieve her dream of studying in India. Tamera started to shunning herself, being alone for some time spending her time on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was normal but then all of her gang started to notice and felt uncomfortable with her as shes not a;ways with them anymore. They started to treat her strange and one day, they scold her, all of them. They teased her of shes being a study girl and many more that was very painful to her ears who heard it. They even called her with dirty words such as bitch, stupid, and else. And for that reason they kicked her out of the group. The pitiest thing was, her best friend who she made friend for 6 months Daminti not just didn't backed her up but along with her friends teasing and scold her to her last tears. That was really not acceptable for her. She really didnt thought her loyalty and friendship was finally payed like that.&lt;br /&gt; Just because of some gang, followed the rules and regulations, followed what the gang do, she had to break her friendship with her best friend which she was closed for more than 6 months. It really didn't suppose to happen. They were best friend. Best friend is not meant to be broken. They belong to each other. Until recent time, they have been like not enemy but more like foreigners, they act like they didn't knew each other. What is friendship if thats the case. Friendship not suppose to be influence by outsiders. Never let other people destroy our friendship. Never hear a rumors from someone that can destroy your friendship without investigate the truth first. Remember that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7429398763995537483?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7429398763995537483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7429398763995537483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7429398763995537483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7429398763995537483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/01/string-of-friendship-can-snap.html' title='string of friendship can snap...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6306296542694435703</id><published>2009-01-01T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:36:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 at KLCC......</title><content type='html'>Just want to tell everyone how i got into a new year's eve celebration this year. Huh. 1st time in my life i went to see how Malaysian celebrate new year's eve outside their house. My friends and I hang around at KLCC that night from that evening till the beginning of the new year. Spend some minutes watching peoples shopping..huhuh..really broke to shopping that time although the sales really killng me you know. Huhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at KLCC, firstly we thought they're going to be a concert or something like that but eventually they're not. Huh. Really boring. Just some water performance colourful water in threw to the air. Huh. With such lots crowds there, really i will not bother myself to nudging people just to see water performance. Huh. So,at KLCC, we just sit somewhere there, relaxing ourselves while waiting the countdown. Loitering. We take that opportunity to take pictures and posing ourselves with our dressing style. You can see there is numerous dressing styles of KL people, some of them are annoying and some are really annoying and some are horrible and terrible. Huhuhuh. Of course there are some which simple and cool. Sharp ust 10 seconds before 12 o'clock. The crowds started to shout the countdown. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!! The time we all there are waiting for, the countdown then came the fireworks. The fireworks really awesome to be watch by your own naked eyes you know. Cant compare to when you watch at television. Here a bit video of the fireworks for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7cd02fe06848900c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7cd02fe06848900c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE35FA19B0F47D6875D4824F2D94EE6B08C34CE.65153DA7B610D8103F1E5583EF99B30AEF8EDC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7cd02fe06848900c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAA73KCwfwYS7e-ZaG5aYhppMk6U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7cd02fe06848900c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CE35FA19B0F47D6875D4824F2D94EE6B08C34CE.65153DA7B610D8103F1E5583EF99B30AEF8EDC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7cd02fe06848900c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAA73KCwfwYS7e-ZaG5aYhppMk6U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we waste a lot before that finally payed by the fireworks event. We still have to push people and nudging a bit to get into the huge crowds you know. But its worth it. Even though, there are still disturbances to watch the fireworks freely. People pop ups liquor bottle in the crowds,people dancing, they are also a fight which involve lot of bloods after that. Grrrrr....just have to stay from the shaded area, then i'll be safe. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  the end of 2008, we overnight wandering in the middle of KL. Walking from KLCC to BB to other places, just tiring legs and finally last stop at KL Central, take a nap there. 2 hours nap, from 3.30am till 5.30am. really sleepy that morning. Hu.......move from KL Central at 7am and arrive home almost 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE 2008....WELCOME 2009....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when talking about new year, people always talk about 'azam'...so, whats my azam for this year...dont know...didn't thought about it yet. Huhuh. Just don't want to make the same mistakes as last year and want to live with my beloved ones....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6306296542694435703?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7cd02fe06848900c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6306296542694435703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6306296542694435703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6306296542694435703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6306296542694435703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-at-klcc.html' title='2009 at KLCC......'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2108209330190211739</id><published>2008-12-25T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:02:24.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>does everybody deserve a second chance?</title><content type='html'>hm....just I thought that everybody deserve a second chance. Me, i already got one...just that, second chance is really not as good as it is really is, sometimes i wish for i didnt get this second chance ( maybe its worse if i didnt get it, how can i know? )...first of all, i really think its great that i got my secind chance. But sometimes arghhhh...i dont know...maybe it just me. Never satisfy on what i got.  Hm....the essential things is just, when you got your second chance, it will not be as good as the it use to be. So, you have to start all over again, from the bottom where you started in the first time. reakky not that great. But, i guess its better than didnt get one arent it? Then, really important that u not repeating your mistakes in the second chance because third chance rarely come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend of mine, really close to me. Without me knowing, he did something bad behind me, related to me, and ruin my friendship...or just simply called as backstabbing...how do i know? simple, the one he told bad, told me what he had told ( can you understand me? ). So you know what will you do if you were me, i just simply taking distance from him, not talking to him anymore. not in the mood to talk to him of what i knew about him...really he is not the guy i want to talk to...My friends all know about this, and it turns out, not only me who are mad at him, my friends also...so..its shun time....or Malay just call it  'island'..huhuh...it was really bad for him, i was pity for him that moment. but my evil says, he deserve that...huhuh....until one day, when i finally realizes that everybody deserves a second chance right?...even i got one...so, i stop my agenda and started to be friend with him again. Just hope that he learn his lesson...if he did not, never wish for a third chance honey...huhuh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2108209330190211739?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2108209330190211739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2108209330190211739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2108209330190211739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2108209330190211739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-everybody-deserve-second-chance.html' title='does everybody deserve a second chance?'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3497973124945195537</id><published>2008-12-19T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:12:51.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun memory of mine to remember...</title><content type='html'>Just want to show you a fun memory of mine, how in my early days in KTT, i was invited to join the bollywood dance crew...huhuh...1st of all, i do think that bollywood dances are cool and fun and I really hope i can do it one day...my hope was granted that time..huhuh..i really like to try something new you know, before this, i already practice dance, but modern dance like jumpstyles and breakdance...i have my jumpstyle's friends back there in Bandar Tun Hussein Onn. But, this time, its BOLLYWOOD DANCE...huhuh...something i thought was not suitable for me...huhuh..but as people invite me, what can i do? feeling guilty to decline offer, so i accept the offer..huhuh...1stly, i ask for one condition, which is i like a friend of mine to be my partner but she didnt feel like dancing, so i go on without her...the dance crew was all indians except for me and a girl whish is also my partner which is Sandy a.k.a. Nur Farah Syakirah...they were also Sylvan, Ashwin, Rahim, Me and the main dancers Prittipal and his partner Manpritt, Loga, Harvindar, and Vimala...we were teached by Arun and Manpritt...i have to give a salute to Manpritt you know, she was really that great in dancing...we were performing for the opening performance of lecturer's day...wearing this clothes called Kurta i borrowed fron Dhanaraj, and the what is it called (the selendang thing), really look cool and 'segak'...huhuh....really having fun that time...i started to feel the indian's culuture, already in preparation to go to India...huhuh...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d920ec4b0fc1aaa6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd920ec4b0fc1aaa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D577452F1FA7C75B72FC892487A3AED285213A427.77FDF3C7CB9414BE3C5823D441F45619E9D0DCE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd920ec4b0fc1aaa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7cDqGxQQ4WBHA_0WWckMtPHzbXI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd920ec4b0fc1aaa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330294330%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D577452F1FA7C75B72FC892487A3AED285213A427.77FDF3C7CB9414BE3C5823D441F45619E9D0DCE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd920ec4b0fc1aaa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7cDqGxQQ4WBHA_0WWckMtPHzbXI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3497973124945195537?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d920ec4b0fc1aaa6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3497973124945195537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3497973124945195537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3497973124945195537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3497973124945195537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-memory-of-mine-to-remember.html' title='A fun memory of mine to remember...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2852262909431201861</id><published>2008-12-19T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:38:26.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuldip Singh once said,' dont be a coward'...</title><content type='html'>Cowardice...really hate these types of people...i dont do these coward things ok?..believe me in this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Coward just like to talk bad about people behind their backs. Really dont have the guts to talk face-to-face. Hows a problem can solve if people keep to talk behind others? When someone dislikes others, the correct way is to talk face to face, find a way to solve problems. Dont hate people if you dont know to talk to them...if want to hate also, no need to talk about them, talking bad to other friends...thats really annoying and cowardy...same way as to talk bad straightly to the people but in disguise, using other name or wearing a mask...such a problems-will-never-solve people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Coward likes to talk much, give ideas and comments but they dont have the guts to go in front to talk about their ideas, dont have the guts to do take actions of the ideas they give...always want to stay behind the curtain...same as people who just like to mumble when they have ideas or want to say something...never brave enough to speak out...Mr Kuldip once told All9, " dont mumble in my class. People who like to mumble are cowards. Dont be a coward"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's harsh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a simple situation to take you all to think. Put yourself as a thief, so many times of stealing, finally regret of what you had done and promise not to steal anymore, after apologizing and returns back stuffs you stole, you still been labelled as a thief. You want to live your life as a normal person. However, people still look down on you, never like you. Do this situation necessary? Do you really cannot been forgiven for the rest of his life? Are people too harsh to treat you that way? What you would do if you always hear about people talking bad at you, saying you are a thief?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2852262909431201861?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2852262909431201861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2852262909431201861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2852262909431201861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2852262909431201861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/12/kuldip-singh-once-said-dont-be-coward.html' title='Kuldip Singh once said,&apos; dont be a coward&apos;...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-3542941044176801634</id><published>2008-12-07T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:10:53.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday in Kelantan !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>fuhhhh....finally, exam is over.Its time for holiday, forgetting all books, studies are prohibited..huhuh...already have a plan for my holiday you know. Already long before exam i thought about my holiday plan. Im really optimistic, am I? huhuh....&lt;br /&gt;Want to spend my holiday at Kelantan. Never been there. Since i got lot of friends there, so it will not be a problem to stay and wandering and touring Keantan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From college,first move to seremban taking train there to Wakaf Bharu. Then, from Wakaf Bharu, my friend's dad took me to their house. Its really a long cold trip in the train, we depart at 6.00pm and arrive 6.00am the next day. 12 short hours you know. Why is it short? Because i spent my time in the train sleeping of course...huhuh...Nas's house sure is a nice and confortable house. He only has 4 siblings including him, a little brother and 2 little cute sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/STvOWwXaw0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Y9V2eBw06Ho/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/STvOWwXaw0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Y9V2eBw06Ho/s200/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277038278730236738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its really frustrated at first as it was raining non-stop making me cannot go anywhere, just staying in the house. So, i said to Nas, " Nas, pekate kite kuar je, redah je hujan. Kalau nk tnggu hujan brenti, sampai ble2 r ak x dpt kuar jwbnye ". So, we keep on going, riding bike we head on to pekan Ketereh the first day and the second day to Kota Bharu, touring every single shops there...huhuh...of course our body and clothes get wet...Nas bought new handphone there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turn out that after the first two days, its not rainig anymore. Sun rises and shine the day. It was flood season there at Kelantan at that time, but the bright 3 days evaporates the flood water making flood to dry...huhuh...i took the chance to see other place of course. First I met Hakims there, playing bowling and pool at KB Mall. Its really shameful for me playing bowling there you know, never felt that hard. The price was cheap, RM5 per game. As tse saying says, "cheap things coes out with cheap price". Its really hard playing there for first time, not use to play in place like that. The shoes was slippery and worn out. Really hard to take steps to throw the ball. Usually i will use ball 11 and 10 but at KB using my kind of ball really makes me get three time 0-0..grr....then, i use ball 9 and can score a bit. Really bad, never get points below 100 at Seremban but at KB, my points really low. Dont want to mention it...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having fun at KB, I went to Pengkalan Kubor with Hakim Fikry, his house, staying at his house, really big one. Must be Kelantan's rich man...huhuh...with Hakim, i went to shopping at Duty Free Pengkalan Kubor. Lot of stuffs i bought there. I also went to Pantai Geting with his dad and brother, jogging there and also eating nasi dagang and nasi kerabu...so delicious of Kelantanese's food...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/STvVMI44Z_I/AAAAAAAAANs/b0cmapzmuec/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/STvVMI44Z_I/AAAAAAAAANs/b0cmapzmuec/s200/DSC00589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277045792915875826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, going to the other Hakim house at KB...They serve us with delicious kelantanese's side dishes such as chicken and fish's kelantan style paprik, singgang ( like sup daging ), solok and such more...yummmmyy....then, we went to Pantai Senuk, the three of us without Nas...its a really peaceful quiet beach there with no other people excet the four of us including Hakim's brother. We just enjoying the sceneries there and posing ourselves to snap pictures...huhuh...really fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back to Nas's house after a long journey...with Nas, i went to Labok and pass through SMS Machang...and finally, saturday night, its time for me to leave, my ticket at 9.00pm, Transnasional Skyview...it says 9.00 pm. But the bus delayed makes it became 1.00am....really 4 hour late...luckily i wait patiently with Nas..poor him has to wait for me. Can see his eyes already sleeping. Huhuh. Really sad leaving Kelantan, but its really a memorable holiday, plus Nas's family was really very sweet and kind. Never will forget their kindness. Cannot forget to mention how her moom cook's really delicious. I ate kelantanese's side dishes that i never ate before like kerabu jantung pisang and lots of kuih..really weird one what its called Cek mek, Kole, Poli or Katur Ubi...but still sweet and delicious. Kind of food i never found in KL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really wonderful time...precious moments in Kelantan...lots of cultures to be learn...even though, there still one place i dont get to go in Kelantan, hope after this i can go....hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-3542941044176801634?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/3542941044176801634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=3542941044176801634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3542941044176801634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/3542941044176801634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-in-kelantan.html' title='holiday in Kelantan !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/STvOWwXaw0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Y9V2eBw06Ho/s72-c/DSC00620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1887675283101890100</id><published>2008-11-27T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:57:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advices for jokers...</title><content type='html'>JOkers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U like to be happy and smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make friends with a lot of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing jokes and laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quiet town can be noisy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U gives out lots of words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making fun of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause thats the way u like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the way u make jokes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes your words touch people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be careful of your tounge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont just slip everything u want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about others feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bear yourself to accept everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accept others saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bear your ear to hear everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if others making fun fun of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accept as they said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you just same as them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u can not accept it, how can others accept you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont even keep a bit of anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile like you always do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifes a wheel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U can be in the top, u can be on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be prepare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause one day u might find out the table is turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a popular person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u can be a banned one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the time you wil know regret can not help anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1887675283101890100?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-9222015484675088987</id><published>2008-11-17T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:28:57.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first cooking...</title><content type='html'>Wowwwwwww......today is a day to remember. Why? Because its the first day i cook by my own, without my mom besides me, without my friends helping. Im at home,with my mom at work, nothing to eat..looking at the fridge there is raw meat, so i decided to cook for my brothers. Its really not that as easy as I think though. Without any experience before, with just helping friends and watching my mom, i apply my sight's memories to my hand. Huhuh. From picking the onion till pouring the cooking in the bowl, all i do it myself. I cook what malay called, ' daging masak black pepper'. Its not really hard though. The scariest part just i was afraid its going to be hard or 'liat' but it turns out to be ok, soft and chewable. I have a little bit of problem though after i finish my cooking, it seems like the sauce or we call it 'kuah' was so saturated(huhuh) 'pekat' that it becomes high viscousity. Huhuh. Thinking and thinking, i successfully overcome that problems by pouring out the oil and cook again using lots of water until it becomes WALLAA...KAW..really delicious...the meat was soft and easy to chew. The taste is good. Another victory for me. Huhuh. can try more after this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SSJgdLusRlI/AAAAAAAAANc/a-54YsICcvQ/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SSJgdLusRlI/AAAAAAAAANc/a-54YsICcvQ/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269880568458004050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Huhu...really good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-9222015484675088987?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/9222015484675088987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=9222015484675088987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/9222015484675088987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/9222015484675088987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-cooking.html' title='My first cooking...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SSJgdLusRlI/AAAAAAAAANc/a-54YsICcvQ/s72-c/DSC00550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-1714149167267586855</id><published>2008-11-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:59:51.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam emergency....</title><content type='html'>finally the time arrive for me to test myself...erghh....really not fun. Frankly speaking, i just busy playing and outing this past couple of weeks. With a lot of problems to be settle and new one always coming, i dont think im ready enough for the exam...not like school time which i always felt i wanted exam to come earlier because im always at my top.. This time..hm...just wait and see. I try my best not to diassapoint my parents, my brothers and sister, my lecturers, my friends and my fans.Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books read exercise...thats the point of scoring...got to plan my time perfectly for the 5 subjects...IELTS will also be in the exam you know...and also my sleep and play, thats also essential rigth. All works and no play make  Jack a dull boy. I dont want to be like that. Huhuh. With  less than a week reamaining, im in the study week right now. So, just focus on my study, no need to think about other problems right noe. Other things leave for after-exam. Right now im at home, having my study week here. I hope i will study. Huhuh. Home is the hardest place to study. Got lots of things and entertainment here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in college, i seldomly study t my apartment. Its also hard to study there, such comfort place makes me sleepy plus there is my sweet bed and pillow there...huhuhuh...spending most of my time studying in the library or at Dafi's house...studying with Dafi and Sakawi...we often book the discussion room in the library for the three of us to study on our own, without any disturbances and the noises from the outside. Such a nice place there. I got to play music from my phone loudly. No one will angry. Huhuh. In my apartment, everybody can see how all my housmates really are hardworking (because its exam right?)..Huhuh...the house always be quiet and calm, nice condition for me to sleep...Huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget to mention, this week also, me and my friends watched a lots of movies. Its called releasing tension after study, midnight movie. The best movie i think i watched all series of Saw from 0ne to four. Waiting really eagerly to watch Saw 5. Perghhh...thats movie is really intresting you should watch it. The game, the plan, the character, Jigsaw really is powerful. I like him a lot. Huhuh...and the bloody actions, the killings...awesome!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not like the other midnight movie i watch, Halloween, R.I.P., Freddy vs Jason, Midnight Meat Train, the story not so bad. Lots of killngs especially R.I.P., the killing's styles are very unique e.g. like the killer put a snake into the victim from her mouth and then after a while cut her body to take the snake out from the body. Huuuu....really unique...However, Saw is the best...Huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to study......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-1714149167267586855?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/1714149167267586855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=1714149167267586855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1714149167267586855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/1714149167267586855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam.html' title='exam emergency....'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2007495109783192598</id><published>2008-10-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:09:31.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie...</title><content type='html'>Lie is cheat, telling something thats not true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies come out from mouth and actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad lies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lie for escaping from punishment...&lt;br /&gt;2. Lie for manipulating others...&lt;br /&gt;3. Lie for getting what we want...&lt;br /&gt;4. Lie for disturbing peoples relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lies:&lt;br /&gt;5. Lie to stop 2 sides from quarreling...&lt;br /&gt;6. Lie to stop things from getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;7. Lie to make everyone feel comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;8. Lie to make good deeds to help people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good and bad it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst lie i did was no 6 and 7...until now i still did not correct them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to correct them one day...just hope everyone will accept it later...really scare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2007495109783192598?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2007495109783192598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2007495109783192598' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2007495109783192598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2007495109783192598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/10/lie.html' title='Lie...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6394332116035120019</id><published>2008-10-17T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:34:58.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raye celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPiifHcRbgI/AAAAAAAAANI/pQb5aoECyiI/s1600-h/DSC01997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPiifHcRbgI/AAAAAAAAANI/pQb5aoECyiI/s320/DSC01997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258131220412329474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPign2G1mUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GQSkl20flic/s1600-h/DSC01996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPign2G1mUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GQSkl20flic/s320/DSC01996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258129171354589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 9 finally wake up!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first activity of this year after how long we are together...Raye Celebrations!!! yahh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately for me, that at that night im not in the mood, So just acting that i am happy, been taken photographs like an artists but never bring out my camera to take pictures. Eat a lot of lovely foods but not so satisfied. What can i do..im not in the mood..thinking of something else. The activity that time, poison parcel combine with truth or dare awakes me a bit. Funny watching people do the dares, crazy stuffs such as sakawi doing his kissing face, C.L. calling Eric telling she love her, Syukri had to lift me with his shoulder, Beh had to slap sandy telling he love Sandy, Faiz had to walk like a duck circling us, sharon kissing christine, Tan seducing her own gender and finally me. I only have to do an easy task which is staring at christine for 25seconds..i wish i stare at other people eyes that time but as i said, im not in the mood...so i try the best to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPiewgJjZpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DKMHbp2vCv4/s1600-h/DSC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPiewgJjZpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DKMHbp2vCv4/s320/DSC00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258127121055966866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Sandy's birthday.. thats her cake...a surprise party for sandy although not so surprising i think...huhuh...but the special of the cake that it is sponsored by Faiz ( what relation do they have??? )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a colourful day...everyone was wearing melayu's clothes even the chinese wore baju kurung and baju melayu. So cute...not to forget me wearing my baju black baju raye, so 'kacak'...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPihVot_l7I/AAAAAAAAANA/ZzYZteKISgk/s1600-h/DSC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6394332116035120019?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6394332116035120019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6394332116035120019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6394332116035120019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6394332116035120019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/10/raye-celebration.html' title='Raye celebration...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SPiifHcRbgI/AAAAAAAAANI/pQb5aoECyiI/s72-c/DSC01997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-6582398060186062624</id><published>2008-10-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:32:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's love??? 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From the first day they learn together in the class, Moorthy has already had an interest to make friend with Thiera and he took his first step, and just in a flash, they start to become friend, like close friend. They match well. But as feeling can not be control. One day, Moorthy fell in love with Thiera. He never thought of that in the first day they became friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        One day, Moorthy confess his love to Thiera....but it seems like Thiera didnt interested in him. Moorthy was very frustrated and dissapointed. So after that day, he tried to take distance of his relationship with Thiera. But Thiera always came closer. Thiera care about him as best friend. Although its hard for Moorthy to accept it but day after day, time after time, finally Moorthy realises that they cant be more than friend so Moorthy can accept Thiera as his best friend. They relationship getting more comfortable day by day. All of them live happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Until that day, as Moorthy was very comfortable to be just friend with Thiera, he found someone who he like. A girl who had a cute face and a soft voice, named Sardish. Without thinking long, Moorthy approached Sardish and they became like a couple. Moorthy told Thiera that he loved Sardish. Thats when Moorthy was never ever expected happened, which is Thiera was very angry with Moorthy, Thiera even became loosely friend with Sardish, her own housemate who she always play and sleep together. Everything went wrong for Moorthy. although he had Sardish by her side, with Thiera mad with him. Moorthy never felt happy, everytime tension and sad. And Thiera, she never looked at Moorthy. Everyone noticed that. Moorthy tried to release her tension by karaoke and playing bowling, but that doesn't work. Even in his class's Raye festival, Moorthy really doesnt enjoy the foods and the activities while his friends having a lot of fun. Moorthy was very moody that time. He dont even snap a picture using his camera. Really a wasted fun time for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Finally, Moorthy took a brave step by discussing with two Thiera's best friends, Tehara and Pcini. Moorthy was very happy he still can get help from two Thiera's best friend. That they didnt boycott him. Hence, while Thiera still never looked at him and he still felt not happy with Sardish, with some useful advices from Tehara and Pcini, and a little thinking, finally Moorthy knew the real problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Moorthy realises that actually, he loves Thiera. Thats why he felt tension all this time, its beause he tried to lie to himself telling he love Sardish when he really loves Thiera. Its because he really care about Thiera, he never felt like that before. When Thiera felt sick or like that, he will be very worries. When Thiera felt sad, he will felt sad, when Thiera happy, he will be happy. Thats the true meaning of love. Loving in friendship, they can occur simultaneously. Loving is not like someone who is cute and soft voice. Thats why even a sip of angry from Thiera will make Moorthy sad. If Thiera doesn't even look at Moorhty, thats really hurt him the most. The biggest thing that make him tension all over this time is he tried to lie to himself and even lie to Sardish. Even realising that, it seems that all of it already to late. Moorthy really don't knew what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;       After another advices from Pcini ang Tehara, finally Moorthy thinks its time to end all of this. All the mess he brings from Thiera angry to him, Thiera and Sardish cannot get along well, Moorthy's feeling tension of lie to himself and Sardish and Sardish who thinks Moorthy really love him but he doesn't. Thinking and thinking, Moorhty thinks the best way is to stop lie, stop all of this, his realtionship with Sardish. It looks like he doesn't care about Sardish's feelings but thats the best he can think, he don't want to lie more to Sardish, because before their relationship getting closer, it willl be more painful if one day Sardish know that Moorthy doesn't love her like she thinks. So, Moorthy take a drastic step to just confess his true love is at Thiera actually, not Sardish. Sardish really sad. So as Moorthy, he never thinks he will do such things like this, playing with someone's heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;       In the end. Moorthy loses both of them, Thiera and Sardish. Moorthy was very sad of what he had done. He cannot accept it. He never like to think what he had done with other people's feelings and also himself. He still in a bad mood to study that time, so moody and feel ashamed to talk to girls. He start to become a quite passive boy. His heart was badly injured. So as Sardish. She never thought of Moorhty was only lie to her. They both sad. Taking time to recover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;        But at least, Moorthy feel relief that he doesn't has to lie to himself and Sardish anymore. And relationship of Sardish and Thiera has come back normal. Maybe what he had done to clean the messes he made is correct. It takes time for Sardish's heart to recover but as time pass by, she will recover also and can live happily...as for Moorthy, his heart is still badly injured. He living as a dull boy, trying to recover his broken heart. He learned a lot of lessons there. He knows who he really love, who he really care the most and he will never betrayed his own heart again. When everything become normal again, don't know when is it. He wants to be with the one he loved happily like he used to be, the one who always was the queen in her heart...he wants to be a happy person as he use to be, and finally he wants to marry her queen and live happily ever after just like fairy tale...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thiera's advices:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Learn from mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Don't played with people's heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Know your own heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sardish advice:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Think deeply before dealing with others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moorthy's advice:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't try to lie to yourself, know first what is love...maybe your love is just in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-6582398060186062624?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/6582398060186062624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=6582398060186062624' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6582398060186062624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/6582398060186062624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-love-story-for-you.html' title='What&apos;s love??? ( a story for you )'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7758129457635981807</id><published>2008-09-27T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:08:17.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New member of All9 machos ( Selamat Hari raye )</title><content type='html'>Right now, team of All9 boys, the machos of All9 had became 5....5 macho guy...its perfect...since there are  5 malay girls..so everybody can match...huhuh....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me, the nice guy...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakawi&lt;/span&gt; Mr President...YOUNG but full of leadership...(he thinks he's cute. is he?)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dafi&lt;/span&gt; 'Mr Saham', (kacak pun kacak)..&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt;, 'Mamat taste bud', someone help him...huhuh...&lt;br /&gt;5. New member, welcome to the club...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syukri&lt;/span&gt; the newbie (my ex-classmate and now my classmate, following my footsteps. Such a nice friend)...huhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5iVUMGdZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/weiIXFpj02k/s1600-h/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5iVUMGdZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/weiIXFpj02k/s320/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250742333896816018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are very fun u know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, after this it will be the five of us...i repeat, FIVE OF US going anywhere anytime together like we use to be the four of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the newcomer,we party at Putrajaya..eating and drinking at Alamanda but then having dinner at maple ( save money..huhu)..hope the five of us will be gang together forever...flying together to India...having wife and kids with our love one one...pray for our success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Ill be going to Kedah balik kampung, so early...highhh...celebrate my 1st day of raye at Kedah and 2nd day of raye Ill be going to Perak untill the end of my holiday...really dont have time to spend home this holiday..but at least, i can collect lots of duit raye and eat lots of raye's foods, with my new raye clothes, lots of it, i will look very handsome during raye...huhuh...this will be the last day home this holiday i think...so in this moment I want to wish all lf you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raye...Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/span&gt;....sorry for mistakes I done...sorry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7758129457635981807?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7758129457635981807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7758129457635981807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7758129457635981807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7758129457635981807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-member-of-all9-machos-selamat-hari.html' title='New member of All9 machos ( Selamat Hari raye )'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5iVUMGdZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/weiIXFpj02k/s72-c/DSC00103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-7823369957001713229</id><published>2008-09-20T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:44:44.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment Of Truth..</title><content type='html'>This is questions which attack me frequently...So right now, let me answer one by one HONESTLY..believe me ok? I'm an honest person...wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;And this is My Moment Of Truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is the person you love and care the most?&lt;br /&gt;  My mother and my brothers and my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;  No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have someone in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe ( I also can't tell )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a girl best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you ever think about having a relationship with girl?&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, but not now...just wait until I grow up a bit more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of girl do you like?&lt;br /&gt;  I like girl who can love me as I love her and also a girl who we can bring ourselves to the right path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you ever love a girl before?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have girls that you take care the most besides family?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes, got two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to confess your love when you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until the right time...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Kinda have more than one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you want to be your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Person who take care a lot about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  There is one which we are different when it comes to girls and relationship but we still can get along...the others are great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you ever hate a friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Its very hard for me to hate a friend, but i can start hating when a person hate me first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you envy your friends?&lt;br /&gt;  I envy them when they can live a happy life without so much problems while im thinking a lots of stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you ever betrayed your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes ( but accidentally )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you ever been betrayed by a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes ( so its fair...huhuh.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you have to choose between you best friend and your girl friend...who do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;  My best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are all I can think about right now. If you have any question to ask me in this moment of truth, simply comment my post and i will answer it honestly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-7823369957001713229?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/7823369957001713229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=7823369957001713229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7823369957001713229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/7823369957001713229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-of-truth.html' title='Moment Of Truth..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-163369204211130354</id><published>2008-09-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:02:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are for-ever...</title><content type='html'>We always heard the phrase friends forever...rite? lets be friends...can i be your friend...and stuffs like that. But how is friends are meant to be forever? Once you got a friend, you have to keep it by your side every time, you have to maintain the relationship and have to treat them equally...because all friends are just the same...believe me in this, making friends are much more easy than keeping a friend...best friend? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? to be fair,they all just the same, you cannot be on your girlfriend's side while leaving your boy friends feel neglected...once you always with girls,the boys will feel they are forgotten and same goes to the other side...it just as simple as that if you got me...but,to treat them equally means spending time with everyone equally if possible,not meaning that everyone can be treat the same way because people are different, u have&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5nHB9l-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gbPplDSMIpQ/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5nHB9l-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gbPplDSMIpQ/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747586044098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to realize that some can take your jokes and some not...take an example, if you say, ' I'm a brilliant person', some might think you are just joking and some might think that you are boosting yourself and the worst is some might think that you are looking them down...so take care of your mouth properly to take care of your friends...it will be so hard once you found out its too late...trust me...because once you hurt one of your friend,  it can be spread out to others until everybody hate you...that's the time you realize that it is the end of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Thus, how are friends are meant to be for-ever? You the one who determine it...keep you friends close...everyone are priceless...loyal to everyone...so that once you are separated,they can proudly remember you as their friend...until the end of tme, which is forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-163369204211130354?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/163369204211130354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=163369204211130354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/163369204211130354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/163369204211130354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends-are-for-ever.html' title='Friends are for-ever...'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5nHB9l-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gbPplDSMIpQ/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8088827027706501961</id><published>2008-08-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:28:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematics????</title><content type='html'>targeting India, mathematics is not a vital subject to study at A-level...it just an optional.&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, i think better take it, having 4 is better than three as 1 is better than none. Especially its only mathematics right? not very hard....but urghhh...studying under pressure in KTT, with the hard A-level subjects and super speedy makes me feel uncomfortable with 4 subjects, i think 3 will be enough. Better drop maths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until finally i realize, im living in class without maths...feel free to study chemistry biology and physics...but theres something missing in me. I miss my old class a lot, apart of that i feel empty without mats..huhuh...math is my life...huhuh...so i re-take it without feeling shame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not really a problem mathemathics. im sure everyone can do it, it just take time first to make yourself comfortable with A-level..the speed the subjects and the pressure. After that things will be normal. Trust me....if you have an option of mathematics, just take it...it may save your life and your education and our scholarship and your fly.....hohoh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8088827027706501961?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8088827027706501961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8088827027706501961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8088827027706501961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8088827027706501961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/08/mathematics.html' title='mathematics????'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-2255424450376509339</id><published>2008-07-05T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:04:25.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>study in KTT........</title><content type='html'>study in KTT a.k.a Kolej Teknologi Timur is quite ok....my first thought is its going to be a large college, larger than my school packed with every facilities like huge labs, basketball court and so on but....huhuh.....thought is better than reality(am i right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5niicRnqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvrvSAXXpD4/s1600-h/ktt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5niicRnqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvrvSAXXpD4/s320/ktt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250748058619190946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the truth is this KTT is just a one row like shop lot...the ground floor is for lecture hall, a small main hall and shops and cafes...the second floor is classrooms, labs, and teachers rooms.....and the other 3 floors is the apartment...such a small one. But there is a football field, volleyball court and badminton court and also netball....but lots of students here just play street soccer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the orientation day is very similar like the one in school where we have to do performances in the end of it. Then, there is also sukaneka, LDKs aand similars....just one thing that make i feel its very matured and the best is one of the facis is acting like a student where they involve in all of the activities that their mission is to recognized the newbies' attitude....purhhhhh.....im very fell to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as time progress i found out that KTTis quite nice....the only thing bothering me is the eating time where the cafe is situated far from my house, and then lots of people there for a very 2 small cafes. Theres one day that i have to wait for a an hour to wait for my foods....but the food is quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mu hostel...its not a hostel actually, its a house....two storey terrace house...with 4 rooms and 3 bedrooms....my room is fitted for two person only...i tink living in the ouse is quite enjoying for there is 12 person in a house....we bring our own kettle and such appliances for our house to make our life easier to concentrate our study.....by the way, A level is a very challenging one you know. I only take 4 subjects, physics chemistry biology and mathematics but all of them are killer subjects....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly i just want to say, apply for KTT and we meet there...huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-2255424450376509339?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/2255424450376509339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=2255424450376509339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2255424450376509339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/2255424450376509339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/07/study-in-ktt.html' title='study in KTT........'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5niicRnqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvrvSAXXpD4/s72-c/ktt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-8276943588129852509</id><published>2008-06-16T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:11:42.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to further my study oversea....</title><content type='html'>this 30th june finally i got to further my study starting from my A-level at KTT (know it? its Kolej Teknologi Timur, Sepang, Malaysia) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my buddy back there which is miqdam which will be at the same college as i am for his A-level...he will be going to indonesia...thats awesome...huhuh...and 2 of my other friends also haziq sotong and zuhair pek will be there so im not going to be alone for a day at that time...we are all under the scholarship of JPA...(Public Service Department) not to mention it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i got too further my study to India...its because im doing dentistry which after i done a few research i found out that the certificates of dentistry of india isworth at Malaysia compared to other country because its syllabus almost the same so i feel grateful to get the offer to further my study at India...(if it was engineering of course i dont want to be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thankful to The All Mighty to give me the opportunity to further my study overseas hope that i will get my success there...Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-8276943588129852509?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/8276943588129852509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=8276943588129852509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8276943588129852509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/8276943588129852509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-to-further-my-study-oversea.html' title='I got to further my study oversea....'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357177512638654478.post-835648563211391215</id><published>2008-05-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T06:52:29.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal mahmud'/><title type='text'>I like but i hate..</title><content type='html'>1. I like people who can talk and people who can give ideas, but i hate people who just know to talk but when he is ask to do something, he will find for excuses to escape himself...such a talkative cowardy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like people who willing to correct his friends when they do something wrong but i hate the people that do the things that he said dont do it...such a crab-teaching-to-walk-straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to make friends with either boys or girls but i hate to make girlfriend or seeing my friends making one. That annoys me much...such a lover boy but still got his pants bought by his mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like people who are very committed to his power and role but i hate the people that cant give the same commitment to his study or just neglect his study because of his power...powermaniac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like people who like to ask others for help when they need one but i hate people who cant repay or cant give help when people need from them...such selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like people who like to spend money on his friends but i hate people who spend his money on friends to buy friendship or influence...such a naive rich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like people who are brave enough to go into a jungle alone but i hate people who are not brave to ask a question to a teacher...such a big guy chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like people who like to go to the fields to play with friends but i hate people who cant take himself to the musolla although...such a timing lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357177512638654478-835648563211391215?l=mudkid90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/feeds/835648563211391215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357177512638654478&amp;postID=835648563211391215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/835648563211391215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357177512638654478/posts/default/835648563211391215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mudkid90.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-like-but-i-hate.html' title='I like but i hate..'/><author><name>mudkid90</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013436914261052799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrTCmeWMAZE/SN5Hz3aBdwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K0LHLiSUWf8/S220/DSC00276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
