<?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-18188229</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:43:01.638Z</updated><title type='text'>haywire's scribbled thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-4887912335253577078</id><published>2010-03-02T02:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:28:42.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenation</title><content type='html'>I might wanna resuscitate this blog..see how long can I maintain to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update more often if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main news: I AM FINALLY GOING BACK TO MALAYSIAAAAAA THIS AUGUSTTTTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-4887912335253577078?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4887912335253577078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=4887912335253577078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/4887912335253577078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/4887912335253577078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/rejuvenation.html' title='Rejuvenation'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-6926593360235616837</id><published>2008-11-28T01:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:31:23.527Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>...maybe I'm not ready for a comeback with this blog yet. Malas ler mau tulihhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-6926593360235616837?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6926593360235616837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=6926593360235616837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/6926593360235616837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/6926593360235616837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-5714526972990195919</id><published>2008-11-20T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:43:33.189Z</updated><title type='text'>23 days to go..</title><content type='html'>.......before I'm due to becoming a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GULP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-5714526972990195919?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5714526972990195919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=5714526972990195919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/5714526972990195919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/5714526972990195919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/23-days-to-go.html' title='23 days to go..'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-1709615129425512836</id><published>2008-11-10T13:48:00.015Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:12:57.502Z</updated><title type='text'>Paris field Trip and other updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhUIqlKxfI/AAAAAAAAABU/QLu8CSndA9c/s1600-h/IMG_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267052272055666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhUIqlKxfI/AAAAAAAAABU/QLu8CSndA9c/s400/IMG_6907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I am still alive and well. Been a while though since the last time that I even opened my own blog page. And since I am not doing anything this afternoon (I am in the studios at uni, supposed to have a tutorial but I dont really have anything to present so I'm just keeping quiet, like I normally do hehe) I felt like writing for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came back from Paris on Saturday night, after about a week there for my uni field trip. Quite nice though, although I have just been there in March with my parent, this one is different. I didn't even get neat to most of the main attractions, and I only catch one glimpse of the Eiffel Tower on the last day and didnt even get close to it. This time round I went to see the other parts of Paris, where people lived rather than where the tourists go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on Monday, and stayed in the Montmartre area, just north of Gare Du Nord near to where Sacre Coeur is. It is probably easier to just say that its close to Moulin Rouge area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267053409718540898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhVK4tImmI/AAAAAAAAABc/O-OcexBQn9s/s400/IMG_6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the first night I went for a walk around the area, walked up to the top of the hill to the Sacre Coeur. Sketched for a bit, went to Moulin Rouge to find dinner (General rule to finding halal foods anywhere in Europe - find the dodgy area where the sex shops are, and you'll find the halal shops - quite a weird theory, but its works). And went back to the hotel to sleep after a long day of travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, the Lost project. We were supposed to walk the whole morning without the aide of a map, and are supposed to disorientate ourselves. Started walking at 9am, and record any decisions of why we turn right or left. At 1pm, locate where we are on the map and met up with the others at an architecture centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is getting too long now for a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Villa Savoye by Le Corbusier in Poissy, just outside of Paris. Quite nice I think. Very interesting building to see for an architect, but not sure I would be worth the trip for the others though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267056219102280850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhXuaeafJI/AAAAAAAAABk/idEkEZEt4Nc/s400/IMG_6619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the La Villette Architecture School, the biggest in France I think. They have around 2000 architectural student, in comparison to about 350 that we have in UWE which makes us quite small to them. Seeing how they study architecture, it seem quite vague to me because they dont do much analysis to their site like we do in UK, and my lecturers share the same view when I spoke to them. We also went to an architects office called the Fischet Architectes, who do very interesting buildings and mostly are won though competitions. It is quite funny though, becauce while most of their buildings are really good and impressive architecturally, it doesnt really work. An example is the gymnasium they built in 2007, looks really impressive with the orange colour scheme, timber louvre and everything, but one of the student in our class who has actually played in it said I doesnt work because of the light and glare that comes through the slits on the wall. Imagine playing badminton, hitting the cock into the air, and suddenly lose sight of it mid-air due to the glare of the sun. Sucks, dont it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057098790271362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhYhnkX-YI/AAAAAAAAABs/cPIQqgMW1Ow/s400/IMG_6767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057106963430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhYiGBAfgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PK5OJNRzF_M/s400/IMG_6765.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The other place was the Catacombs. In the end of 18th Century, plagues and diseases were spreading from the cemeteries in Paris, especially the Saint Innocents Cemetery. So the decision was to move all the bodies from all the cemeteries in Paris underground, where the undergrond mining used to take place. About 6 million bodies were moved there, piled up together and made into a really interesting display. The length of the tunnels are about 1.7km long, and about 20 meters from the ground, which is lower than the Paris Metro system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267058310401415170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhZoJK-2AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1jv9xCR_s04/s400/IMG_6877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267058314282832466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhZoXoYklI/AAAAAAAAACE/t6LYsxuXHlM/s400/IMG_6874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of the boring stuff. You might not be interested. Not even sure who opens this blog anymore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267059218712465106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhadA5NjtI/AAAAAAAAACM/bMYRhoEdTVc/s400/IMG_6917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267059232907900626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhad1xqttI/AAAAAAAAACU/G6mZTyrUM3k/s400/IMG_6918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267059240954097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhaeTwB7hI/AAAAAAAAACc/HtNq-u5XFGs/s400/IMG_6919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the sketches I've done on the trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those of you who didnt know, I am expecting a baby in a month's time. Shu is due to give birth on the 13th of December, and her parents and siblings (6 of them!) is coming over to help out. It will be interesting times ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and I finally own a BMW, albeit an old one ('98 E36), but at least I will know the tricks before I buy a much later one before I go back to Malaysia when I'm done here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which could be a long time from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to go back to Malaysia, where the friends and family are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-1709615129425512836?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1709615129425512836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=1709615129425512836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/1709615129425512836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/1709615129425512836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/paris-field-trip-and-other-updates.html' title='Paris field Trip and other updates'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr242u3sfms/SRhUIqlKxfI/AAAAAAAAABU/QLu8CSndA9c/s72-c/IMG_6907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-2940023636799149931</id><published>2007-04-15T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:17:54.676Z</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF65IzvM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vy5nxE6_ayw/s1600-h/CIMG4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053455378922025906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF65IzvM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vy5nxE6_ayw/s400/CIMG4884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053455529245881282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF7B4zvM8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bJKxa3kIsBk/s400/CIMG4946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053455932972807138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF7ZYzvM-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ALs9KF0BIWQ/s400/CIMG5099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mini Europe, Brussels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053456225030583298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF7qYzvNAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nXfC42TppzI/s400/CIMG5396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053456044641956850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF7f4zvM_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/KZTBuaWlZN8/s400/CIMG5386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Keukenhof&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053455696749605842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF7LozvM9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YNQY5hDwhUM/s400/CIMG4955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brugge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ish boleh tahan bengong gak blogger nih. Susahnyer la nak upload gambar. Senget la takleh nak selang la. hish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-2940023636799149931?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2940023636799149931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=2940023636799149931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/2940023636799149931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/2940023636799149931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jr242u3sfms/RiF65IzvM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vy5nxE6_ayw/s72-c/CIMG4884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-117635245759707707</id><published>2007-04-12T03:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:29:05.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been a while without an update. I dont think this one would be much anyway. Just been back from Amsterdam driving from Bristol and covered 1030miles in 4 days with my car without any problems. Me, Dug, Yan, Syira and Anis went to Brugge, Brussels and Amsterdam and I would say that its a very successful, fun and picturesque trip. And too much jumping! See this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/527508/CIMG4936a.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/309713/CIMG4936a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/539971/CIMG5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/942522/CIMG5001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/915356/CIMG5262.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/804908/CIMG5262.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/726156/CIMG5382a.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/840250/CIMG5382a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keukenhof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/341851/CIMG5302a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/775036/CIMG5302a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zaanse Schans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And all these taken with the camera timer on tripod! Imagine how hard to get the timing absolutely right to the second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll upload some more pictures (that doesnt include jumping) afterwards. At the moment it seems impossible to add some more pictures into this website. Maybe heavy internet traffic at the server.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/18188229-117635245759707707?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117635245759707707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=117635245759707707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117635245759707707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117635245759707707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-117090601166145257</id><published>2007-02-08T03:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T03:46:59.323Z</updated><title type='text'>When? How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/775914/7284_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/184418/7284_27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/979175/7300_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/878142/7300_27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one is currently up for sale on eBay for GBP21,995. Damn its hot for a five years car! I wonder when would I get one and how would i actually gonna be able to pay for it. Dream on, the price of the car is one thing, but the BMW M3 is actually on the top of the insurance group here in the UK, which is Group 20. The most expensive insurance group which means you'd have to pay a fortune for the insurance as well. Mine now is only on Group 5. Cheap hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd settte for a regular (regular??) BMW 320i instead. A 320Ci (Coupe version) with 2 doors would be nice and more sporty but that would sacrifice the practicality coz I like to pick up and give people a lift. I could pick a decent one up for around GBP5000 now if I have the money. I used to own a two door car before (rest in peace, maybe already recycled to be forks and spoons now) and I know how its like. Its not so bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I got another 4 years before I go back to Malaysia for good. Hope I have one by then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man I gotta stop dreaming about these BMWs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-117090601166145257?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117090601166145257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=117090601166145257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117090601166145257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117090601166145257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-how.html' title='When? How?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-117021173708701699</id><published>2007-01-31T02:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:48:57.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Dear Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/769829/kami9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/657377/kami9.jpg" 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/18188229-117021173708701699?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/117021173708701699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=117021173708701699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117021173708701699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/117021173708701699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-my-dear-wife.html' title='Happy Birthday My Dear Wife!'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116862853005022511</id><published>2007-01-12T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:06:31.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Still breathing and well</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Woooohoooooo passed most of the hurdles! Now just gotta finish that design work this weekend and on Monday morning I'm leaving for Copenhagen for a week for my studio field trip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good news this afternoon. Got an extra week off after Copenhagen as well. Apparently those lecturers that are involved with allocating us for a 6 week placement didnt quite finish their job in time. Its nice not having to go to classes for 8 weeks. But then, 9 to 5? Might be as bad, or most probably worse for me than classes. Oh well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copenhagen, here I come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116862853005022511?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116862853005022511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116862853005022511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116862853005022511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116862853005022511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-breathing-and-well.html' title='Still breathing and well'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116818367427154504</id><published>2007-01-07T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:27:54.306Z</updated><title type='text'>DEADline</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm on the verge of psychotic breakdown. Period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116818367427154504?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116818367427154504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116818367427154504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116818367427154504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116818367427154504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/deadline.html' title='DEADline'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116798274841460120</id><published>2007-01-05T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:42:22.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Tatkala bosan membuat assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teka-teki yang perlu diberi penampar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Minyak ape yang disukai oleh lelaki?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: MINYAKsikan pertandingan bolasepak Liga-M &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kuih ape yang bungkusnya di dalam, isinya di luar?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuih salah bikin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Binatang ape power Karate?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kuda belang.cube kira brape black belt dia ade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Siape yang menemukan dompet kulit?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yang menemukan dompet kulit tersebut tolong pulangkan kepada saye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Pintu ape yang walaupun dengan 10 org pun tak leh nak tolak?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pintu yang ade tulis 'TARIK' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Saya ade 3 kepala, 4 tangan dan 5 kaki...siapakah saya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pembohong... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Apa dia 'Jauh di mata, dekat di hati'?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Usus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Binatang ape yang seluruh anggota tubuhnya kat kepala?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Kutu rambut &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Nenek sape jalannya meloncat-loncat?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Neneknye si katak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Knape lelaki jarang kene penyakit anjing gila?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Sbb lelaki ni kan 'buaya' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Ape beza sekretari baik ngan sekretari kurang baik?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Sekretari baik..................'Selamat pagi tuan'&lt;br /&gt;Sekretari kurang baik...........'Dah pagi ni tuan' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Ape persamaan Michael Jordan ngan Michael Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua tak kenal korang...hehe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Tukang ape yang kalau dipanggil, die menjenguk ke atas?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tukang gali kubur &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Nak mencari sikit punye susah, bile dah dapat buang, ape bendanya?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tahi hidung &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Ape persamaan kain jemuran ngan telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Dua-dua kalau dah 'kringgg' bole diangkat... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Knape pokok kelapa kat depan rumah harus ditebang?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Mestilah kene tebang, sape nak cabut pokok kelapa ...gile ape... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Gajah terbang dengan ape?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: dgn susah payah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hohohoohhh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*si jonet seperti biasa cuba menyelesaikan kerja rumahnya di saat-saat akhir tarikh penghantaran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116798274841460120?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116798274841460120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116798274841460120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116798274841460120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116798274841460120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/tatkala-bosan-membuat-assignment.html' title='Tatkala bosan membuat assignment'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116768813780101650</id><published>2007-01-01T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:52:49.106Z</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Article From Utusan Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS hukum Saddam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebenarnya bukan kerajaan Iraq, sebaliknya Amerika Syarikat (AS) yang memilih untuk menjatuhkan hukuman ke atas Saddam Hussein secara terburu-buru sebaik sahaja hukuman ke atasnya disahkan, sekali gus menidakkan semua perbicaraan yang sedang menantinya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerajaan Iraq yang ada sekarang tidak mempunyai apa-apa untuk disembunyikan jika perbicaraan-perbicaraan itu diteruskan, tetapi AS mempunyai sebab untuk berasa bimbang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi memahami dan mengetahui susur-galur sebenar, perkara yang perlu adalah mengimbas semula pencerobohan AS ke atas Iraq pada Mac 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan pencerobohan AS pada ketika itu adalah Iraq mempunyai senjata pemusnah dan langsung tidak terlintas untuk membawa demokrasi kepada rakyat Iraq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi meyakinkan seluruh dunia bahawa senjata pemusnah besar-besaran (WMD) Saddam merupakan ancaman kepada seluruh dunia, maka didedahkan betapa jahat dan buruknya perangai Saddam termasuk “sanggup meracun rakyat sendiri.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malangnya sehingga hari ini senjata pemusnah itu terbukti tidak ada ada, menyebabkan skrip pencerobohan AS diubah, iaitu membawa demokrasi kepada penduduk Iraq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun dalil itu memerlukan Saddam tampil sebagai gergasi ganas dan pendedahan itu pula memerlukan cerita-cerita sokongan yang penuh dramatik bagaimana beliau membunuh rakyatnya sendiri, seperti melancarkan serangan gas beracun ke atas pemberontak Kurdis pada 1988, dan beliau akan dihukum gantung akibat “kejahatan itu.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang perkara yang menarik apabila perbicaraan kes serangan gas itu sudah bermula beberapa bulan yang lalu, dengan perbicaraan membabitkan pemberontakan Kurdis pada 1988 dan penentangan Syiah pada 1991 dijangka bermula tahun ini. Malangnya, semua perbicaraan itu tidak menjadi kenyataan kerana terbatal dengan sendiri apabila Saddam menjalani hukuman gantung atas kesalahan membunuh 144 penduduk Dujail yang didakwa terbabit dalam komplot membunuh beliau pada 1982. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa Dujail? Bayangkan bahawa beliau muncul dalam tampuk kekuasaan pada lewat 1960-an dengan menyingkirkan semua kepimpinan Parti Komunis Iraq (kebanyakannya puak Syiah) daripada kekuasaan, melancarkan perang ke atas Iran pada 1980 yang menyebabkan setengah juta orang terbunuh, membunuh penduduk Kurdis pada 1987- 1988 apabila kebanyakan pemimpin puak ini menyebelahi Iran, menyerang Kuwait pada 1990 dan membunuh penduduk Syiah pada 1991 apabila mereka menentang pemerintahannya selepas berakhirnya perang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka menggantung Saddam kerana Dujail. Kenapa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia sama seperti jika Adolf Hitler ditangkap pada 1945 tetapi kesalahannya mencetuskan Perang Dunia Kedua dan membunuh lebih enam juta orang Yahudi dibiarkan begitu sahaja, sebaliknya dibicarakan kerana membunuh orang yang disyaki terbabit dalam komplot melakukan serangan bom ke atasnya pada Julai 1944. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebegitu banyak jenayah yang dilakukan oleh Saddam, mengapa beliau digantung disebabkan tindakan pembunuhan ke atas komplot Dujail? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapannya, AS terbabit secara langsung dalam semua jenayah, kecuali di Dujail. AS terbabit dalam pembunuhan ke atas anggota Parti Komunis Iraq, dengan Agensi Risikan Pusat (CIA) memberikan senarai keanggotaan kepada Saddam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS juga yang menyuruh Saddam melancarkan serangan ke atas Iran sehingga kepada tahap membekalkan senjata kimia, data perisikan satelit dan AWACS mengenai sasaran di Iran, selain menempatkan penterjemah foto Tentera Udara AS bagi melukis peta lengkap mengenai bentuk muka bumi Iran dan menyemburkannya dengan gas beracun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa bahawa pentadbiran Reagan menghalang Kongres daripada mengecam Saddam kerana menggunakan gas beracun dan Jabatan Negara pula melindungi Saddam apabila beliau menyerang penduduk Kurdis menggunakan gas beracun pada 1988 di Halabja serta menyebarkan cerita bahawa Iran yang bertanggungjawab menyembur senjata kimia tersebut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan rahsia juga bahawa tentera laut AS yang memberikan perlindungan kepada kapal tangki yang membawa minyak dari negara-negara Teluk sementara pesawat pejuang Iraq bebas menyerang kapal-kapal tangki yang datang dari pelabuhan Iran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malah AS menutup mata apabila pesawat pejuang Iraq tersilap membedil kapal pemusnah AS pada 1987, menyebabkan 37 anak kapal terbunuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bapa kepada Presiden George W. Bush sendiri yang bertanggungjawab menggesa penduduk Syiah dan Kurdis memberontak sebaik sahaja tentera Iraq diusir keluar dari Kuwait pada 1991, tetapi gagal menggunakan kekuatan tentera udara untuk melindungi penduduk Syiah selepas mereka melancarkan pemberontakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya AS terlibat secara langsung dalam semua jenayah-jenayah besar yang dilakukan oleh Saddam dan disebabkan itu juga perbicaraan yang dijalankan tidak membenarkan sama-sekali maklumat terperinci dikeluarkan dalam keterangan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaliknya para perancang dalam pentadbiran Bush sekarang telah menjadikan kes di Dujail sebagai pemula dalam perbicaraan Saddam sementara jenayah-jenayah yang lebih besar dibicarakan kemudian, kerana mereka tahu, hukuman mati akibat kesalahan di Dujail akan menutup semua jenayah-jenayah lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab itu juga, lelaki yang dihukum gantung pada awal pagi Sabtu lalu bukan sahaja menjalani perbicaraan sandiwara di mahkamah kanggaru, tetapi turut dibunuh atas jenayah yang salah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Agensi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116768813780101650?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116768813780101650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116768813780101650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116768813780101650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116768813780101650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/interesting-article-from-utusan.html' title='An Interesting Article From Utusan Malaysia'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116755869085728237</id><published>2006-12-31T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:37:30.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Death of An Arab Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Innalillah...Saddam Hussein was finally executed on the early morning of Eid ul-Adha, at approximately 6.00am local time of 30th December 2006 by hanging as many Iraqis began celebrating the holy day. There goes one Arab who could stand and fight against the US and its allies all these years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The execution was seen as the first sacrifice for the Eid. This angries many Iraqis as it has sadden the day that was supposed to be a happy and holy day. But the new government of Iraq has seen the date of execution as essential, and a big step forward in moving on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was sad when I first learned about this on the news last night, as I could remember during school we used to talk about how brave Saddam was in standing up against the Americans. It was funny how at first, it was the Americans who supported Saddam during the First Gulf War of 1980-88. In 1982 with Iranian success on the battlefield, the U.S. made its backing of Iraq more pronounced, supplying it with intelligence, economic aid, normalizing relations with the government and also supplying weapons. The American President Ronald Reagan decided that the United States "could not afford to allow Iraq to lose the war to Iran", and that the United States "would do whatever was necessary and legal to prevent Iraq from losing the war with Iran." And now it was the Persians who helped the Americans capture the country and Saddam himself. I guess thats how the world's politics goes. (NB: I just found out that it was the Americans that helped to create the Vietcong in Vietnam, in order to drive out the French from Vietnam soil, but then turned against them)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a video of the execution on the net, and could be found easily if you search it. The one I watched is an amatuer video taken with a mobile phone, but there was also a cencored footage taken by a videographer. The amateur video shows the entire execution process, and includes the moment when the platform was dropped and Saddam falls into it. He has recited the shahadah and was finishing it again when the platform dropped. I looked into the Wikipedia page on the article about the execution last night, and was surprised that they 'could not' determine what his last words were, but from the video of the execution it could be clearly heard that he was reciting the shahadah. I tried to edit the page, and put down that his last words are the shahadah and that it could be clearly heard from the amateur footage. But this only lasts 2 or 3 minutes as somebody else deleted it and put back 'he made some other remarks up to the hanging but this could not be determined.' I was furious that somebody did not want the truth to be known to the public and edited the article a few time before I finally gave up and went to sleep. When i woke up this morning, somebody already edited it and put down the truth to be heard. There was also a funny entry in the article which was removed later - somebody put down "Saddam, as he is sentenced to death by butt sex hanging." Vandals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Execution_of_Saddam_Hussein"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Execution_of_Saddam_Hussein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put the entry as 'Death of An Arab Hero' because thats how I see him. Maybe he was wrong with all the killings, but I think with the main three sects of his country, the Sunni, the Shi'ite and the Kurds who kept on fighting each other as long as the world can remember, the dictatorship was essential and he was successful in uniting Iraq and also successful in moderning it before the wars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I maybe dont really know them, but from a recent personal experience of the Kurds people, I now could understand why Saddam did it. As one of my Arab friend states, 'The Kurds people are hard people, fraudulent, no wonder Saddam gassed them.' And referring to my own personal experience, he added "He is lucky he's here, if he's in Iraq Saddam would have gassed his asses off". What a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116755869085728237?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116755869085728237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116755869085728237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116755869085728237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116755869085728237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-of-arab-hero.html' title='Death of An Arab Hero'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116735331972352681</id><published>2006-12-29T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:38:17.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally able to use the damn phone again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/709536/8800_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/870621/8800_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost a couple of my O2 simcards back in early October. Then, from a former experience, I specifically told O2 that I just lost the sims when I called to report it lost, NOT the phones and asked them to block only the sim cards and not the phone itself, before I could get new ones. Then, as stupid as O2 gets, they blocked the IMEI of my Nokia 8800 phone, although the phone was not registered or associated with the lost sims. I got the phone with another contract. Their excuse was, the phone was blocked because it was last used with the sims - somehow they got the IMEI number of the phone whenever you restart the phone with a sim and then got associated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the start of a three-months battle to get my phone usable again. FYI, there's a centralised system in the UK, where, when a phone reported stolen or lost, the IMEI number of the phone was entered into the system and then blocked across all networks in the country. This is also widely known as 'Blacklisting'. Then, whats gonna happen is, the next morning you'll wake up next to your unusable phone which appears to not receive any signals. If you restart the phone, it will display "Sim Card Registration Failed". For a Motorola phone, it will appear as "Unregistered Sim" (Yes, has happened to me before) No calls can be made in or out, except emergency calls only, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happens if you report your phone lost or stolen here in the UK. If you're gonna fraudulently report your phone lost, and claim the insurance to get a new one, send the old phone back to Malaysia where it should be able to be used again (applicable to Malaysians who 'sometimes' like this option). Such system does not exist yet in Malaysia. &lt;em&gt;Kalau phone kena ragut ngan Mat Rempit tu, redha je la.&lt;/em&gt; But thats maybe not for long, because there are talks that they gonna try to centralise the system across the world. But I really doubt thats gonna happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to my story then. Since the first day that I discovered that my phone was blocked, I have been calling 02 to try to unblock it. Every time I called they say they have sent forms to the network department that deals with blacklisting, and says that its gonna be resolved in 3 to 5 days. Then 5 days passed and still nothing happens. I called them again. Same thing promised but still Im waiting for nothing to happen. But I kept on calling, never gave up, after all this is my Nokia 8800 which I waited for nearly a year for its price to come down before I could buy it. It must have been over 20 calls or more, week after week, and I felt like calling them family now. haha. Empty promises goes on, until last week, which was 3 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, I restarted my phone and then 'O2-UK' appears! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Ape daa anti-klimaks nyer citer. hampeh. Tp tensen tgh tunggu gaji masuk nih. Penat baru balik keje. malas nak type dah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: dont get ur phone blacklisted - it'll get to ur nerves, a damn nuisance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116735331972352681?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116735331972352681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116735331972352681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116735331972352681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116735331972352681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-able-to-use-damn-phone-again.html' title='Finally able to use the damn phone again'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116719388205757625</id><published>2006-12-27T04:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:38:30.060Z</updated><title type='text'>How Steady Are Your Hands?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.winterrowd.com/maze/"&gt;http://www.winterrowd.com/maze/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing this to test how steady your hands are. Great for boring nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116719388205757625?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116719388205757625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116719388205757625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116719388205757625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116719388205757625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-steady-are-your-hands.html' title='How Steady Are Your Hands?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116718902614690663</id><published>2006-12-27T03:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:38:52.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Rip Off Again - 18SX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honeymoon Postcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mother had 3 daughters. They were all getting married within a short time period. Because mom was a bit worried about how their sex lives would get started, she made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex felt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but "Nescafe." Mom was puzzled at first, but then went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: "Good till the last drop." Mom blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the wedding, and the card read: "Benson &amp; Hedges." Mom now knew to go straight to her husband's cigarettes, and she read from the Benson &amp;amp; Hedges pack: "Extra Long. King Size." She was again slightly embarrased but still happy for her daughter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by, and still nothing. Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words: "British Airways." Mom took out her latest Harper's Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for the airline. The ad said: "Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways." Mom fainted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116718902614690663?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116718902614690663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116718902614690663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116718902614690663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116718902614690663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip-off-again-18sx.html' title='Rip Off Again - 18SX'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116718864125569088</id><published>2006-12-27T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:39:02.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Ripped it off somebody - not my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got this story from somebody else's blog. Should I reference it? haha. Essay writing mode.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the story goes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Very Good Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Robin looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Robin asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you tumbled into the door". Confused, Robin asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His son replies, Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes and shoes off, you said, "Lady leave me alone! I'm married!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116718864125569088?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116718864125569088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116718864125569088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116718864125569088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116718864125569088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/ripped-it-off-somebody-not-my-own.html' title='Ripped it off somebody - not my own'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116677096425471751</id><published>2006-12-22T06:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:02:44.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning The Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/467810/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/378923/cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats something that hasn't been done for a very, very long time. Need to do it soon. The condition is deteriorating. Fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done watching Dexter. Now back to work. Work. Work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps this is not a blog. More like a photoblog. Hmm..&lt;/strong&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/18188229-116677096425471751?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116677096425471751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116677096425471751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116677096425471751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116677096425471751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/cleaning-car.html' title='Cleaning The Car'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116650186014428496</id><published>2006-12-19T04:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:17:40.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cuti. Cuti Cuti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tapi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banyak kerja. banyak kerja. banyak kerja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tapi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dok melepak. dok melepak. dok melepak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kena..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buat kerja. buat kerja. buat kerja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jangan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;main poker. main poker. main poker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duit..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tarak. tarak. tarak..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope it'll all become fine before i myself know it. Damn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116650186014428496?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116650186014428496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116650186014428496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116650186014428496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116650186014428496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116601458144871541</id><published>2006-12-14T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T03:17:21.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeding Birds in Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRahN1gsZAY" width="400" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me feeding birds in Venice during Hari Raya 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Notice that I've ran out of bird food and went on to buy a new pack from one of the birdfood seller that was selling right beside me. There's also that boy in the green jacket who tried to 'steal my thunder'. One of my classmates, when I showed this video to her, screamed "Its all over you! How could you play with these pigeons! They are like rats, with wings!!" Its good fun anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been to Venice twice now. But I'd like to go there again sometime soon. My favourite place in Europe over any other places that i've seen and been. The best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We'll go there together soon eh, Ayang? hehe.&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/18188229-116601458144871541?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116601458144871541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116601458144871541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601458144871541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601458144871541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/feeding-birds-in-venice.html' title='Feeding Birds in Venice'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116601937045495230</id><published>2006-12-13T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:16:10.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Abah n Mama in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/636199/abah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/142692/abah.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehe. These are NOT based on actual events. My dad crossed the water just fine. Thought it was funny how these series of pictures turns out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116601937045495230?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116601937045495230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116601937045495230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601937045495230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601937045495230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/abah-n-mama-in-japan.html' title='Abah n Mama in Japan'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116601266335142250</id><published>2006-12-13T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:24:23.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Me In Troy, Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/840353/aku.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/697093/aku.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmg tadak keja siot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116601266335142250?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116601266335142250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116601266335142250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601266335142250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116601266335142250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-in-troy-turkey.html' title='Me In Troy, Turkey'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116600978046383297</id><published>2006-12-13T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:36:20.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/945863/chott.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/624437/chott.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry syira kenakan boyfriend hang. aku boring nih hahah!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116600978046383297?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116600978046383297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116600978046383297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116600978046383297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116600978046383297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116571553085160662</id><published>2006-12-10T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:52:10.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/9209/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/767669/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No word can describe it =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116571553085160662?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116571553085160662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116571553085160662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116571553085160662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116571553085160662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/favourite-photo.html' title='Favourite Photo'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116556484262116424</id><published>2006-12-08T07:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:06:10.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Me - The Rempit Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing my old bike at the moment. Remembering the times that i used to ride my bike at 170 on the highway..or 100kmh in the middle of a traffic jam between cars. Still, the best place for me to be those time was on the Penang Bridge, 140-150kmh mencilok between cars and lorries. Best feeling ever when reached the other side of the bridge. It feels like I'm victorious. The moment has passed, and im grateful that in those years of riding bikes like a manic, nothing really serious happened to me. Yes, once I collide with a Kancil when I'm 16, the first experience of flying at high speed. Then theres the second one when I'm 18, but this time the bike flew over me instead. Both time escaped with only bruises and minor injuries, scrapped skins, but nothing serious. No broken bones and limbs just yet. Of course there the occasional minor accidents here and there, but thats just life as a motorcycle rider in Malaysia. gotta accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sold my bike to a relative, and theres nothing decent enough to ride at home in Malaysia. Only a restored vintage Honda Cup 50cc (honda bulat) and a bbllluueegghhh 4-stroke suzuki. No more my Suzuki RGV 120CC. More into 4 wheels at the moment, or BMW 328Ci to be precise, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these are the pics of my old bike &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/490257/CIMG3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/714280/CIMG3603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking like a true rempit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/737980/me%20(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/882115/me%20%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rempit's 2002 Handsfree Special Edition - Nokia 3310&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/241667/me%20(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/748161/me%20%2822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta have one of these&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, just for clarification:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont race. I dont ride in large groups harassing people. I dont ride on one wheel. I dont snatch people's handbags. I just like speed. I like mencilok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116556484262116424?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116556484262116424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116556484262116424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116556484262116424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116556484262116424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-rempit-years.html' title='Me - The Rempit Years'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116459903190006321</id><published>2006-11-27T03:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T03:43:51.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Abang Botak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/596511/abg%20botak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/212785/abg%20botak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could I actually forgot to mention this in my last post? Im botak at the mo, kinda a biggie for me coz the last time I did this was way back in 1999. Even then I wasn't shaving my head. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thats how my head looks like bald.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116459903190006321?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116459903190006321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116459903190006321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116459903190006321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116459903190006321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/abang-botak.html' title='Abang Botak'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116459853593339690</id><published>2006-11-27T02:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T03:38:18.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Was it really that bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoooaaaa...I'm actually watching Adik (1990) at the moment, ala that movie with Mr Os as the retard kid, the brother of Mustapha Kamal, but had to stop for a moment to think. There was a scene in the movie, which blown my head to pieces. See this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/632354/yellowred.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/321863/yellowred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Might not be that obvious to you, but mind that two guys in front of the entrance. WHAT ARE THEY WEARING?? DAMMMNNNN hahahahahahahahahahahahaha RED and YELLOW!! I mean its 1990 do they still wore that? There's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/58824/onemore.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/502846/onemore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's another guy wearing a TURQUOISE suit in that scene. These three are supposed to be the 'kaki pukul' in the movie. Well Im not sure coz this is as far as I watched this movie at the moment..but it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before somebody bashed me for mocking those people who wore RED and YELLOW suits, while I myself wore them in my wedding, its a baju kawin mana sama ngan gi birthday party wearing those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I got another one for you to check out...this is from the back of a Bloodshed album Ilusi Sebuah Mimpi, released in 1987 (well everybody knows I'm a rock kapak fan BUT I didnt actually have this album, just downloaded it from TorrentMalaya);-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/55064/Bloodshed%20-%20Ilusi%20Sebuah%20Mimpi%20-%20(1987)%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/82415/Bloodshed%20-%20Ilusi%20Sebuah%20Mimpi%20-%20%281987%29%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pink suit, pink-black striped pants, really tight jeans, and THOSE HAIRS! Now thats a sight! I mean for them in 1987 these will really make it worthwhile to go up on the top of a KL skyscraper, get dressed up like that, and take photographs of a lifetime. The scenes in the recent 'Rock' movie was proven not to be exagerating the actual scenes of life in that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself actually got some 'tempias' from that age. The embarasssing fact is, about more than half a decade later, when I was 14 I went to have one of those turquoise pants specially made for me. The colour was exactly one like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/458463/turquoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/800898/turquoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, not to be misleading you guys by putting a photo of a hot women, (dont be jealous ayang, u're still the hottest for me, hehe) but this was the colour of my pant. And Im proud of it. Or at least I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look look! Just found the pic of me with the turquoise pant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/1600/411176/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3258/1773/400/979176/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha! Thats me and my bro just on the side of Selat Tebrau, overlooking the controversial Tambak Johor in the background. The pant was one year old by that time, so its already faded. Looking at it now, it wasnt actually that bad, really. What do you guys think? I dont even know where the pant is now, maybe in the basement of my house back in Malaysia. Might even be gone for good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd love to have a time machine and go back to those days. Just to sit in the middle of KL and watch what people wear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116459853593339690?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116459853593339690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116459853593339690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116459853593339690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116459853593339690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-it-really-that-bad.html' title='Was it really that bad?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-116225519041676071</id><published>2006-10-31T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:41:46.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Halo. Long time. Methinks me gonna revive the blog site. I is to update the site in the next few days. Me will try to be more hardworking to update the blog more often. Now me have to go to sleep coz me have to go to Cornwall next day for me school project. Me going at 6am tomorrow morning. Me going only on a day trip. Me is not from Kazakhstan. Waaawaaaweeeewaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just watched Borat/Da Ali G Show, hence the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali G - "What is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Pat Buchanan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you spell that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It goes B.U.C.H......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no..no...no...how do you spell Pat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did this moron got into the same room as Pat Buchanan in the first place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-116225519041676071?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116225519041676071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=116225519041676071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116225519041676071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/116225519041676071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-115583807933756983</id><published>2006-08-17T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:13:48.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Sudah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/married5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/married5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tengah nikah..sekali je hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/married4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/married4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/potongcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kucupan seorang suami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/married3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/married3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okeh dah kawin..kita minum dulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/married2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/married2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posing special untuk para cameraman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/married1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/married1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai nak bersanding pun sempat gayut lagi? sepadan tak kitorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/potongcake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/potongcake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tgh potong pulut - gambar favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/tukar-baju.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/tukar-baju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuka baju la pulak untuk majlis potong kek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alhamdulillah...setelah 6 tahun bersama kami telah pun diijabkabulkan pada 11 Ogos 2006 dengan sekali lafaz (nasib baik ustaz tu cool je hehe). Thanks to kekawan yg datang..ramai gak sebenarnyer cuma tak sempat jumpe sgt sbb terlalu sibuk n banyak acara masa kat dewan tu...baru je turun pelamin setelah puas senyum kat atas tu..makan pulak..pastu merenjis pulak...pastu tgh sibuk dok bergambar n jumpe2 kawan tetiba kena gi tuka baju untuk majlis pootng kek lak. Masa gi tuka baju tu amik masa yang agak lama sbb shu kena makeup balik n nak pakai baju tu bukannyer kejap..so bila balik ke dewan tu ramai friends yg dah balik..kepada those yg dah balik tu sorry sgt2 sbb tak sempat nak layan...terlalu sibuk n letih sebenarnyer kawin nih hehe...tp takpe berbaloi semua tu. bukannyer selalu nak kawin nih. anyway aku tak sempat nak tulis panjang..dah kol 2 pagi dah nih..esok dah hari jumaat.kena siap2 for my reception hari sabtu ni pulak..harap2 berjalan lancarlah majlis hari tu..takde la grand sgt kenduri kat umah je tp kalo ramai kawan2 yg hadir tu rasa cam meriah la sket majlis..so sape2 yg boleh tu sila la dtg..semua dijemput jgn malu..meh la tgk aku nih kawin..makan free je pun salam tu takde duit pun takpe...kalo bagi lagi bagus hehe boleh cover kos hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;setakat tu je kot..penat n ngantuk dah nih..sejak kawin nih kena tido normal sket...takleh jadi burung hantu dah =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-115583807933756983?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115583807933756983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=115583807933756983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115583807933756983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115583807933756983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/selamat-sudah.html' title='Selamat Sudah'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-115518752887134739</id><published>2006-08-10T05:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:25:28.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lagi satu hari...how fast time goes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-115518752887134739?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115518752887134739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-115454927632630405</id><published>2006-08-02T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:09:07.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Map to bride's reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/LastScan.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/LastScan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih map ke kenduri belah pompuan, 12 Ogos nih pada sesape yg tak dpt kad yg nih. takut nanti cari tak jumpe lak. dtg tau jgn tak dtg. semua dijemput hadir. 12.30 start acara2 bersanding n lain2 tu...2.30ptg potong kek. sila sila sila datang yer...jonet lagi seminggu lebih je nak bujang nih heheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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reception'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-115324384051380163</id><published>2006-07-18T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:48:19.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its been 6 years...and I'm still in love with you - and I will love you more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 6th anniversary ayang =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-115324384051380163?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115324384051380163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=115324384051380163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115324384051380163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115324384051380163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-6th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 6th Anniversary!'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-115207127643005304</id><published>2006-07-05T03:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:15:13.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/cardfront.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/cardfront.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/cardinside1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/cardinside1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/cardinside2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/cardinside2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/map.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/map.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walimatulurus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dengan ini sukacita dimaklumkan kami (Junaidi &amp; Nurshuhada) akan melangsungkan perkahwinan kami pada bulan Ogos ini. Kenduri sebelah lelaki akan dilangsungkan pada Sabtu 19 Ogos 2006 di alamat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 6, Lorong 8, Taman Berlian, 08000 Sungai Petani, Kedah. Majlis bermula pada pukul 12 tghari hingga 5 petang. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kad dah mula dihantar, kepada kawan2 Jenan dan KMYS akan dihantar ke alamat yearbook dulu....friends yg lain or those yang telahpun menukar alamat ataupun ada alamat lain yg preferable bolehlah msg aku kat friendster ni or email &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:john_ate@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;john_ate@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no telefon aku 016-4704670 kalau ade yg nak call or tanya apa2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insyaallah mana2 yg aku boleh contact aku akan cuba jemput sendiri..but mana2 friends yg tak dapat dicontact, sesapa yg jumpa bolehla tolong jemputkan sekali. Mana2 yang dapat hadir,cubalah datang. Kalau tak dapat tarikh tu, kenduri side perempuan ada di Selayang minggu sebelumnya pada 12hb. Contact aku for further information. Harap majlis kenduri aku berjalan lancar dan ramai2 kawan yang datang memeriahkan majlis. thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amboih malasnyer aku copy paste from friendster je. hahah janji update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation...mostly dah siap kot. Cuma nak beli barang hantaran sikit lagi..then nak ukur baju sanding (dah book cuma blom ubah saiz baju sewa tu - my side sewa je baju sanding, belah pompuan buat sendiri). Saguhati untuk tetamu dah beli, khemah pinggan mangkuk dah setel, makan2 nanti gotong royong je jiran2 ramai - baru la meriah sikit aku tak gemar sgt catering2 nih tak mesra org lain dtg buat keje kenduri kita. At least kalo jiran2 tu best la sket kan. Then..ape lagi eh? oh borang2 blom setel..ujian HIV, surat kebenaran kawin..sijil kursus nikah dah ade aku gi kursus last year lagi dah. then tunggu shu balik la nak cari cincin n beli barang hantaran lagi sikit. Shu pun hujung bulan ni baru balik.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh n then..tadi baru aku dapat call dari Yan..housemate aku kat Bristol..dia ckp colleague aku kat B&amp;amp;Q (orang putih daa) sweet giler siap buat kutipan duit nak kasi aku duit kawin..hahaha giler sayang derang kat aku..ye la kan kot dah keje situ 3 tahun dah..tp still sweet giler la kan buat kutipan duit aku nak kawin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sila sila datang yer kenduri aku nanti. Sesapa nak kad jemputan meh meh email aku alamat korang. Datang jangan tak datang. Jonet dah nak kawin! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-115207127643005304?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115207127643005304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=115207127643005304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115207127643005304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/115207127643005304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-invitation.html' title='Wedding Invitation'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114821609531349131</id><published>2006-05-21T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:16:52.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Batch Bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems that nobody mentioned on their blogs about the KMYS 2001-2003 Batch Birthday on the 15th of May. I was supposed to have an entry about it, thought about it on the 13th but decided to wait until the day itself to write up the entry. Ended up forgetting all about it until a few days ago because of all the exams but since nobodys mentioning it anywhere, I decided to still put up an entry to remind you guys who have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No long entry, I'm studying at the moment for a paper tomorrow afternoon and just taking my break for a while. Started 30 hours before the exam as usual. So, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BATCH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/earlybatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cultural Performance in the first few weeks of the batch's life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1st Batch Anniversary cake. Can't believe its already been 5 years and most of you are going back for good this summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Today, (21st May) is the first day I've met Aiza and all other Architecture student, we met by the piano in the Great Hall to discuss the subjects that we should take for the A-Levels. Maybe we already seen each other earlier, but this was the first time we talked. So, Happy Friendship Day Aiza and all others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114821609531349131?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114821609531349131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114821609531349131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114821609531349131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114821609531349131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-belated-batch-bday.html' title='Happy (Belated) Batch Bday!'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114780435288686952</id><published>2006-05-16T18:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:00:09.006Z</updated><title type='text'>More time! more time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just learned the fact that you NEED to study earlier before an exam. Not just 30 hours before your paper which is just plain stupid. And it is down to less than 20 hours now. But one more thing I learned: my unattended module which I missed every other Thursday can be learned by myself, by the aid of lecture notes downloaded from the faculty website, and past year papers. And textbooks. Im not revising, Im learning from the very beginning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish I have more time. Maybe if I could stop time? I could be watching movies, tv series or read Wikipedia (&lt;em&gt;I blame you Ipe for introducing me to wiki, I just cant get enough of it)&lt;/em&gt; or just sitting there on my bed doing nothing at this moment in time. I mean looong moment when time stops. Which can be argued, if I could stop time I would be like &lt;em&gt;"Alah kalut apa study...lepak luuu esok start ar study...time kan tak jalan ni."&lt;/em&gt; Come tomorrow, and I still havent studied, yet another day extends. Another after another after another. and its still Tuesday the 16th. Which, when I come to think of it, I cannot afford to, having in mind that I have 4 more years to come here in the UK. I cant extend more of that. Thats enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay lemme see those lecture notes again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114780435288686952?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114780435288686952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114780435288686952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114780435288686952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114780435288686952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-time-more-time_16.html' title='More time! more time!'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114765894544923508</id><published>2006-05-15T01:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:18:19.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get me one of these</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nokia 8800. It just have the features of a nokia 6230i (without the memory card slot), not much of up-to-date features, but it has the image of elegance and excellence. This might be why the expression &lt;em&gt;"dont judge a book by its cover"&lt;/em&gt; came up. ceh. And its cost a bunch as well. Not that it cost that much for Nokia to make it, its just that Nokia controls its pricing for it to be seen as a luxury phone, and only could be afforded by rich people. Not that im rich, but if i could get it for free on a contract, and it is a nice phone, why not get it? anyway im up for an upgrade next week and THIS is the one I have in mind. Had all the feature phone in the past, dont really use all its functions, so now im going back to what a phone was: a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe. but thats not all. my other contract is also up for an upgrade. actually it was a week ago but i'll wait until if i could get the 8800 first, then i'll decide which phone i want with the other contract. maybe a sony ericsson W800i again coz the supposedly newer W810i sucks big time. or maybe the new Motorola RAZR V3im with iTunes. we'll see la how.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoi im supposed to be studying! &lt;em&gt;hahahah esok tghari exammm..pk pasal phone pulak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; ceeehhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114765894544923508?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114765894544923508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114765894544923508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114765894544923508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114765894544923508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/gotta-get-me-one-of-these.html' title='Gotta get me one of these'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114749296969059991</id><published>2006-05-13T03:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:02:49.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey..as most of you might have known, its exams time! Gonna start my first one on Monday, fortunately most of my papers (four in all) are at 1.30pm except one, the last one on 30th of May at 9am. It doesn't seem much, but considering i just started studying gonna really make me crazy. Well, not that crazy. But I also have the work to bear (BnQ work) and the finalizing of my architectural studio portfolio to do. So, a busy month. Maybe not a lot of updates but most of the time i'll be here in my desk in front of the computer, so who knows if i actually got some ideas to blog about? We'll see. Here is my exams timetable:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15 May 1.30pm - Management &amp; Decision Making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 May 1.30pm - Building Services Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22 May 1.30pm - Planning Theory &amp; Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30 May 9.00am - Theories of Architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, again, not much, definately not as stressful as mona's, but hey, I missed a lot of classes this year so I'll have to make up for those this time of the year. From square one that is.  &lt;em&gt;Buona Fortuna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114749296969059991?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114749296969059991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114749296969059991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114749296969059991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114749296969059991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114661067323236903</id><published>2006-05-02T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:17:22.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Aku mau yang ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/redbmw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/redbmw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/redbmw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/redbmw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hah atoy...this one would do it for me...first car, family car, last car. All works! Damnnnn. Look at the rims. &lt;em&gt;Kalau bawak keta tu kat UK nih sebulan lingkup la rim tu..asyik bantai kerb jalan je hahahah.&lt;/em&gt; I got another photo of a more souped up metallic blue one in a magazine which made my eyes tears (literally, tanya pet he was there) when I first saw it but I cant find the magazine at the moment. Let me put it up later if I finds it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114661067323236903?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114661067323236903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114661067323236903' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114661067323236903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114661067323236903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/aku-mau-yang-ini.html' title='Aku mau yang ini'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114650381718139920</id><published>2006-05-01T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:59:44.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Okay, which one? Any opinion? (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just ordered the Coach handbag from Yunni as hantaran for my wedding in August. Now time for mine. I was wondering whether to get a watch now or should I wait till I get back to Malaysia in June. There would be some nice selection of watches in Malaysia, and the prices are quite competitive and I could actually try them on before buying them. But at the moment I got a specific watch in mind, and I'm worried I wouldnt get the same one in Malaysia. Its this Tissot Trend Dress TXL Chrono, in black leather strap with black face or brown strap with white face. If u read my blog earlier, you'd realise I only bought leather strap watches. The reason for this is I cant wear steel wristwatches, its just too painful. Hehe not that I'm allegic to steel or anything, I just got hairy wrists and it would get stuck between the watch parts (is it too much information I'm telling you guys?). Its USD$400 but I can actually get them for as low as $288 for the black one or $328 for the white (without shipping from the US). I thought about it a while ago when I was getting my Victorinox watch and I was more inclided to go for the white-faced one with the brown strap, coz it really looks more professional and elegant. But I admit the black one looks sleekier. Its a tough choice, only if I could get my hand on them to compare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn its hard to upload pics on the blogger website nowadays. Lemme just publish this first before it dissapear, wasting my time and energy trying to update the site.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="507" alt="" src="http://watch-tanaka2.sub.jp/img1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="476" alt="" src="http://fast.ultracomp.ru/good_pics/13316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last got them uploaded with much hassle. Damn bugger. Okay, back to the issue, what do you think? Any second opinion? Or, should I say sixth, or seventh opinion? hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:&lt;/em&gt; I think I've made my mind on the watch. Its gonna be the brown-white one. Found on the net that it was recomended by askmen.com:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trendy Casual Watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you're looking to make a statement, look no further. Tissot engineered this watch for the fashion-oriented urbanite with a leading and innovative personality. Being a great icebreaker, it's the perfect "going out" watch. Wear it with jeans and your other trendy threads." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/3b_1_bl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/320/T60.1.517.33b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I like the strap as well. Its the kind of a leather strap with a closed buckle at the back type. Really cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how such a small thing could really amuse me. If I were back in Malaysia and not come here, I dont think I would ever lay my hands on these babies. Not anywhere soon anyway. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114650381718139920?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114650381718139920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114650381718139920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114650381718139920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114650381718139920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-which-one-any-opinion-updated.html' title='Okay, which one? Any opinion? (updated)'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114588750830882968</id><published>2006-04-24T13:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:55:51.966Z</updated><title type='text'>6 Years Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/us.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/us.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just found some really old photos of me and Shu. Those when we were still in school. Im skinny back then dont I? Not that I am fat now but I look much taller being skinny. haha dream on. Back then we didnt know yet where we will be going with us being together. &lt;em&gt;Ketua kelas n penolong ketua kelas.&lt;/em&gt; haha cute. &lt;em&gt;Pejam celik pejam celik&lt;/em&gt;, 6 years later in 3 months time I be marrying this lady =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114588750830882968?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114588750830882968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114588750830882968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114588750830882968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114588750830882968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/6-years-back_24.html' title='6 Years Back'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114492556778008360</id><published>2006-04-13T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:11:30.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Usah disebut-sebut, kan dah mai dah dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hum. Remember when I told you guys that I got 4 speeding fines that I've gotten away with here in the UK? Well, there's actually a fifth one. Its not me but it is my car. The Old L256HUD. Driven by Pet the third day he arrives in Bristol. Not entirely his fault though..how should he know how the traffic works over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got away with this one as well until this morning. When the letter arrives somewhere in October, I replied saying it was me who's driving the car at the moment (coz Pet wasnt insured to drive the vehicle so I dont wanna make more mess outta this) and I dont have a UK driving licence but instead an International Driving Permit, and hope I wont hear from them again. Thats what I've done with the previous ones anyway. Nearly 6 months later this morning, the reply finally arrives. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You are hereby &lt;em&gt;summoned&lt;/em&gt; to appear before the Magistrates' Court sitting at Magistrates' Court, North Parade Road, Bath BA1 5AF on the 9th day of May 2006 at 10.00AM....."(and so on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even includes some written evidence from the witnesses, namely the Chief of Constable, and the clerical officer in the Camera Processing Unit. They also included a handsome black and white photo of my late means of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a good memoir of a recently scrapped and flattened (literally) car. The vehicle was going 50mph on a 40mph speed limit road. For me, personally, I would rather be caught speeding in the Veyron doing 250mph on that road. That would/should make it to the headlines. And followed with my deportation back to Malaysia the next day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There goes my clean, plain white criminal record here in the UK. Next time I commit another crime, the police would be like &lt;em&gt;"yeah he's not a good boy..he's got a conviction on him once"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First time to the UK court. Gotta take some pictures of the magistrates' wig and outfit this time. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm officially a convict now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114492556778008360?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114492556778008360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114492556778008360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114492556778008360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114492556778008360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/usah-disebut-sebut-kan-dah-mai-dah-dia.html' title='Usah disebut-sebut, kan dah mai dah dia'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114473038505059495</id><published>2006-04-11T04:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:11:18.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Bugatti Veyron 16.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/bugattivey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/bugattivey.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For once, I think, I'm blogging about something that dont have anything to do with me. Not near soon anyway. Blugghh. Not ever actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm supposed to do uni work, but instead I'm reading about this car. Its the Bugatti Veyron 16.4, a super fast, super expensive car at £810,345. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of you might not realize how expensive that is yet. To give you an idea, a low-end Porche is priced at £30,000, and the top end is somewhere at £140,000. Even the wooh-woohhhh Ferrari Enzo is priced at £415,000. Imagine £810,345, and I think thats not including the UK tax yet. Try adding the Malaysian car import duty on that. Phew. Not that I just heard about it, this car has been on the news since whenever, and I actually have been reading a lot on it. But it entered my mind again tonight..found few articles about it and for me, the most mind blowing, first-person experience article by Jeremy Clarkson has made this car stitched to my brain right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The car goes up to 252mph or 403kph, which at the moment the fastest production car around. All that power and it have 10 radiators which are needed to cool the monster inside. Did you hear me right? 10 RADIATORS! The McLaren F1 is not even in the same league as the Veyron. Eventhough the McLaren could top 240mph, its not stable and pretty much out of control. In a drag race you could let the McLaren get to 120mph before setting off in the Veyron. And you’d still get to 200mph first. The Bugatti is way, way faster than anything else the roads have ever seen.The F1 cars only go up to 360kph. Imagine that? Well, you could argue that the world's ground speed record is 763mph, achieved by Andy Green in 1997. He drove a jet-powered car on a desert somewhere but we're talking real cars here, on the road.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always been a fan of top speed cars. Not that I know a lot, but I've always been doing some speeding in my driving. My poor Rover 214i even reached 210kph or just a little bit over 120mph. And thats because that is as fast as it can get. My normal driving here in the UK on the motorway are 100 to 110mph. No wonder I already got like 4 speeding ticket here in the UK but fortunately have always get away with it. I like to be getting a faster car, at 150mph top speed wouldnt hurt I guess. Wait until I get my hands on my own BMW one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just reading the history and Clarkson's experience has made my heart goes faster. I cant describe it myself. In Clarkson's words:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"From behind the wheel of a Veyron, France is the size of a small coconut. I cannot tell you how fast I crossed it the other day. Because you simply wouldn’t believe me. I also cannot tell you how good this car is. I just don’t have the vocabulary. I just end up stammering and dribbling and talking wide-eyed nonsense. And everyone thinks I’m on drugs. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Other cars are small guesthouses on the front at Brighton and the Bugatti is the Burj Al Arab. It makes even the Enzo and the Porsche Carrera GT feel slow and pointless. It is a triumph for lunacy over common sense, a triumph for man over nature and a triumph for Volkswagen over absolutely every other car maker in the world. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VITAL STATISTICS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Model : Bugatti Veyron 16.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Engine : 7993cc,16 cylinders in a W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Power : 1001bhp @ 6000rpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torque : 922 lb ft @ 2200rpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transmission : 7-speed DSG, manual and auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuel " 11.7mpg (combined)CO2 574g/km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acceleration : 0-62mph: 2.5sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top speed : 253mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Price : £810,345&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rating : Five stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verdict : Deserves 12 stars. Simply as good — and as fast — as it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say what u want. I'm speed crazy. But I do hope I die peacefully, among my family, at home, and &lt;em&gt;sempat mengucap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi nak buat cam mana dah jiwa Mat Rempit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read Clarkson's review &lt;a href="http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,12529-1890873,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114473038505059495?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114473038505059495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114473038505059495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114473038505059495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114473038505059495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/bugatti-veyron-164.html' title='Bugatti Veyron 16.4'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114455406869755894</id><published>2006-04-09T03:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:27:27.860Z</updated><title type='text'>What I do at work: updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG3385.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG3385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Okay, I have described what I do to some of you verbally, but I am sure most of you dont even know what I do at work in B&amp;Q. This picture tells it. Those blue boxes (or called totes, the jargon at B&amp;amp;Q) contains small bits of stock that I have to put away in their place. The picture shows me in the plumbing aisle, and in the background are all the tiny bits of pipework on pegs or boxes. So I took the small bits of plumbing items from the blue boxes, and I put them to their places in the back of the picture. Thats basically what I do everyday at work. But thats not all, sometimes i do heavy works as well. And on Sunday I tidy up the store. &lt;em&gt;Kemas2 sikit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kuli batak la katakan. &lt;/em&gt;But I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;like the job. Nice and easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/DSC00059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answering the call from atoy, I'm putting this up as well. We're not all serious at work, sometimes we play with the machines. There a a lot of machines to play (bare in mind we're not supposed to), this one is called a WAVE machine for putting stuff in high places (hey its really high sometimes, not just for someone who is vertically challenged like me) and theres the power pallet truck, but no atoy we cant play with the forklift machine - we need a licence for it. Its a lot bigger and more dangerous. Ouh and there's the electric wheelchair as well hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/DSC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The definition of work and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&amp;amp;Q Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114455406869755894?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114455406869755894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114455406869755894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114455406869755894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114455406869755894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-do-at-work-updated.html' title='What I do at work: updated'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114455231062250128</id><published>2006-04-09T03:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:16:58.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Anyone remembered my hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG2985.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG2985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As you can see I am browsing through my pictures collection again hence the multiple updating of my blog. Pictures tell a thousand words. missed this hair and since I am going to be here in UK for the next 4 years, this hair might grow again. Thats 2 years of my hair in the picture. Cut them last summer because my father wont take me anywhere. There's once my dad asked me to follow him go camping in Pangkor "&lt;em&gt;Hah adi minggu depan buat pa? jom ikut abah pi camping kat pangkor&lt;/em&gt;" and then he hesitated for 2 seconds and then said "Huumm takpalah tak payah ikutlah". When asked why, my dad answered plainly "&lt;em&gt;malu kat kawan2 ghambut hang tu panjang..abah dah la cikgu&lt;/em&gt;" hahaha then I cut my hair. Its also for my engagement la =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114455231062250128?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114455231062250128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114455231062250128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114455231062250128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114455231062250128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/anyone-remembered-my-hair.html' title='Anyone remembered my hair?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114454946424507671</id><published>2006-04-09T02:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:27:25.726Z</updated><title type='text'>And again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/img01_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/img01_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Well, this was an embarassing moment. &lt;em&gt;Anak bapak,&lt;/em&gt; you might say. But this was Mr J in my side on the bus to KL. Cant remember why he was on the bus with us..oh I might remember actually. Maybe the Computing class trip to the Mimos Centre somewhere near Bukit Jalil but I'm really not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the bus first, then Mr J (or Abang J, some might call him) came in and sat beside me. We never actually met before, at least not one on one like that. So there was an awkward moment there. Then realizing the tense in the small little space between us, he started a conversation "Erm..ape nama awak?" and I answered short "Junaidi". Full stop. Few moments later, he asked again "Awak ni asal dari mana?" Short again I answered "Sungai Petani, Kedah." Then, not knowing what to ask again both of us pretended to sleep. I dont know, I am anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the 45 minute trip to KL, I was talking to myself: "wwwooiiii bila nak sampai nihhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and then the next thing i know syuen showed me this picture he took of us. You can actually see my eyebrows &lt;em&gt;berkerut-kerut memikirkan nasib diriku yang malang oh tuhan.&lt;/em&gt; Damn I wouldnt wanna be put next to him again ever. I mean ever. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114454946424507671?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114454946424507671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114454946424507671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114454946424507671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114454946424507671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-again.html' title='And again'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114454844594146395</id><published>2006-04-09T02:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:09:11.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Gotta put this up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/dugg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/dugg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Those were the "veterans" that came in the KMYS Alumni Weekend (yeah, KMYUEM, whatever) in Southampton. Looks like a regular &lt;em&gt;poyo&lt;/em&gt; pose of all of us. But theres some corner worth emphasizing: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/dug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yeah..go dug. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114454844594146395?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114454844594146395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114454844594146395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114454844594146395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114454844594146395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/gotta-put-this-up.html' title='Gotta put this up'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114435374275590226</id><published>2006-04-06T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:17:30.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Story Of A Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hum...thats quite some time since the last update..been to many places since I last updated 3 weeks ago. Been to Nottingham, Coventry, and Southampton. No need to further eloborate these because you guys can catch up by reading other's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story for today, is the story of a watch. Not much, but considering I'm actually updating is &lt;em&gt;dah cukup besar tuah dah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay, this watch, a Victorinox Swiss Army Excursion has gone a long way back in my memory, at least 2 years. I first saw this watch in Luzern, Switzerland and I immediately fell in love at first sight. I shoulda bought it there and then. But, thanks to others in the Switzerland trip, who says "U dont need to buy it now, we're in Switzerland there'll be many more watch shops and you'll maybe getting a better bargain for the same watch, or some better watch." So I let it go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately didn't come across any more watch shops worth looking at because our Switzerland trip are more of a sightseeing one, not a shopping spree type. Frustrated not getting a watch in Switzerland, I bought a watch for Shu, liking it while a few days later when it arrived to Shu in Japan, the watch is the same as the one her bestfriend there is wearing! damn. But she liked it and I liked it so let it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I have forgotten about this Victorinox for quite some time until I saw it back in Malaysia (in One Utama to be exact) last summer. But it was the end of summer when I'm nearly broke, which if I saw it when I just got back in June I would just buy it in a flick. So thats a bugger off again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its getting boring, but just keep reading coz there's a twist. hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, last month my Timex was broken. Used to wearing a watch all the time I started looking for a watch, and living here in the UK and earning in pound sterling I could buy a better watch this time. Then saw the Victorinox again at Redfingerprint.com which is based in California. Ordered it straight away, but getting doubts whether to buy just one better watch for my wedding &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt; or just buy two watches (one for &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt;, one for &lt;em&gt;pakai hari-hari&lt;/em&gt;) I cancelled the order. Then few things happened, to cut the story short I ordered the same watch again from the same company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The website states that "Our operation and distribution centers are located in Asia to lower overhead and shipping cost. This permits us to pass on the savings to you." Okay fair enough they want to cut costs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, today the watch came in from Fedex after 3 days. Half awake, I signed the signature release form and got the package. The document on the shipment reads:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sender:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex Teoh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G20, Pertama Complex,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jln Tunku Abdul Rahman,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50100 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh. Cut cost &lt;em&gt;la sangat&lt;/em&gt;. From Luzern, Switzerland to Pertama Complex, Kuala Lumpur. Whatever. At least I got my watch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114435374275590226?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114435374275590226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114435374275590226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114435374275590226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114435374275590226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/story-of-watch.html' title='Story Of A Watch'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114251736731014924</id><published>2006-03-16T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:03:40.396Z</updated><title type='text'>School Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although I already posted a new entry like 30 seconds ago, I'm writing a new entry just to accept the baton from &lt;a href="http://irfanhashim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ipe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and its on a subject I really love, school. Well, some of the guys who always talk to me would definitely heard my infamous starting quote "haaa aku masa sekolah dulu bla bla bla..." I just love school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well here goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many schools did I go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well (counting my fingers) its 4. The first one was Sekolah Rendah Ibrahim, Sungai Petani. Been there from Standard 1 until February in my Standard 6. As a result to me playing all the time in kindergarten I was put in the last class in the school where I dont belong because most of other students were Indian (strictly no racism intentions here) who goes like "Cikgu aku mau pegi tandas" and was the smacked right then on the face by the teacher. I never really knew them, they got all their friends among them and never wanted to befriend me. And they talk Tamil all the time so how could I blend in? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was kinda popular in school among my friends, well call it self-appointed but I was a naughty kid back then. I brought slingshot (lastik) to shoot birds from class, break tables and chairs, steal the fish from the school pond, turned my class's blackboard onto a bullseye target for my self-made darts, tikam (yeah gambling, I was addicted to it back then depan sekolah) and most of the time I blew my lunch money on it. I was a target to the teachers to smack and when I left the school in my prime years of standard six, most of my mates called me chicken for not staying until the end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to Sekolah Kebangsaan Sungai Tok Pawang, Bedong, Kedah for the next few months. The reason behind this was my father intended for me to enter a boarding school after primary years, the school being a &lt;em&gt;sekolah luar bandar&lt;/em&gt; which should boost my chance to enter a boarding school. But I blew it by getting 3A 1B in UPSR. Darn &lt;em&gt;karangan menyimpang dari tajuk&lt;/em&gt; brought me down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sungai Layar. Dapat la jugak duduk asrama walaupun bukan sekolah asrama penuh. Well I dont really know what boarding school means anyway back then. Duduk asrama la jugak ape bezanye? hahaha. Well still being the bad boy that I am, but I think this was when I toned down the least. Did some bad stuff as well, but not really seen as a bad student by teachers since I got the first or second place in the whole form in every exam (yeah they were blinded by this) so what ever bad thing I do was compensated by my results, and the fact that my father was the Naib Pengerusi PIBG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then after getting 8As in my PMR I moved to Sekolah Menengah Sultan Abdul Halim, Jitra, Kedah (Jenan). Finally a boarding school. I fit very well among the students there, and me being a good barber back then I got some good backings from the seniors from anyone who want to pukul me. Get this: I &lt;em&gt;fly (&lt;/em&gt;lompat pagar, or &lt;em&gt;cross&lt;/em&gt; as it was called there) during my first week there. Got really excited during the next few weeks and I even fly during afternoons, which leads to me getting caught in the act after a month I'm there. Which lead to me getting stripped to my underwear (my shirt was still on) because apparently I don't wear my outing attire at the moment, but a jeans and a fancy shoe! Of course I dont wear my outing attire, I'm flying, what am I supposed to wear? My baju batik, while squatting through the school fence and bushes? The I had to run to the dorm from the gatehouse, past some junior's classes while having only my shirt and underwear on. How great was that on your first month there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next question,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was I the studious nerd, or the last minute hero?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody out there ever seen me study outside exam weeks? Of course I'm a last minute man. Until now. Even so, I still got 1st or 2 in the whole form in Sungai Layar (I wouldnt mention primary school, I was a rascal and, who studied for exams in primary school? pwerghh) But when I moved to Jenan I was quite in the middle on the list. Around the 50s out of 120 or something. I always failed Add Maths, Physics and Chem. Every exam. Its maybe my bad but some of it I dare to blame my teacher. For Add maths, the I can remember the marks on every semester exams respectively from Form4 which was 8, 7, 16, and then 24%. and then as close to passing as 38% on my SPM trial. hahahahah! Never really bothered back then and I was never good in maths anyway. Then comes my fiancee, shu into the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were in the same class ( I am the ketua tingkatan, she's my vice) and we started as a couple in July in our Form5. That was nearly six years ago, time was really quick and the next thing we know I'm marrying her this August=) Back to the story. As soon we are together, she was getting some abuse from this other girl who admired me since I moved to the school, and this other girl was a great influence among the girls as she being a prefect and badan dakwah committee. She publicly verbally attacked Shu during usrahs of after prayer talks and after a while it was getting too much and there was a serious couple case (I dont want to get more into this, a sensitive subject to my schoolmate) and she wont want to see me in school anymore. Dont get me wrong, we're still a couple but we couldnt see each other, only in class. Takleh dating la...adehh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls had to walk past my classroom to get to the dining hall or other places from the girls hostel, so me missing Shu so much and not being able to see her everyday (eh sape tak sayang awek da?) waited in the classroom for her to walk pass it. And since I'm already in the classroom and nothing else in front of me instead of books (no iPod yet, no laptop with tv series yet) I studied. The trial was near anyways so it should do me good, I think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I studied the subjects one by one, doing one subject like Chem until its done and only then starting to do another such as Physics. And when some girls walked pass the room I eyed them looking for Shu. Its more like the quote "Alaa orang dah bercinta nih, nampak dia punya bumbung pun jadilahh". But I was too late, I just finished Physics when the trial arrives and I dont have time to study Add maths. As a result, I got 10As and 1 fail (yeah Add maths, ape lagi and I took 11 subjects) despite being on the first place in the whole form. My my said to me and I quote "junub nih study pickup dia kalah Evo VII!" Most teachers all kutuk me for failing that SPM trial add maths exam. Even an overseas Shell sponsorship application form was not given to me, but to 5 other people under my name on the list. Hows thats? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it aint so bad, I took the results list with everyone's name and my name on the top to my dad, and &lt;em&gt;demanded &lt;/em&gt;a motorcycle that I wanted so much and asked since Form3. Went with my dad the next day to buy me the bike, he just couldnt say anything. hahaha what a bad boy I am. Brought the bike to school during SPM week (bear in mind I'm in a boarding school, but I managed to get the bike in and out everyday without getting caught, by posing as the dining hall guy). Managed to pass the SPM add maths for the first time, getting 10A 1B. To be precise, 8A1, 2A2 and 1B3, which was add maths but that was good enough for me recalling all those F9s I'm getting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, answering the question, I am a last minute man but for once in my life I have actually been a studious nerd, for a reason. And the reason was worth the struggle =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah tu la aku dah ckp aku suka subject nih..jgn tanya pasal sekolah tgk byk mana dah tertulis. Baru dua soalan. Nanti la tgk kalo aku nak sambung. letih dah nih. cau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114251736731014924?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114251736731014924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114251736731014924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114251736731014924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114251736731014924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/school-meme.html' title='School Meme'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114251124940076845</id><published>2006-03-16T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:14:09.420Z</updated><title type='text'>February Employee Of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dear Muhammid,&lt;/em&gt; (thats what they call me - never bothered to correct them)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations on being nominated for Winner of February's Night Crew Employee Of The Month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your nomination comes directly from your collegues who have recognised your performance within the Nightcrew team.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your hard work and dedication to your role, which along with your collegues make our Nightcrew the success that it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well done and keep up the hard work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darren, Norman and Andy&lt;/em&gt; (the managers)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, which part in there says that I'm actually a student? hahahah this is totally reversed for me. I'm now a full time worker, part time student. The nomination results as during the past month I was really determined to do some &lt;em&gt;extra&lt;/em&gt; overtimes (note that its extra, means I do overtimes all the time but this is extra to those) which I calculated to be double the time I should actually work. Which meaaannnsss double the pay end of this month. And during those times I helped few guys at work with their tasks and and i think they are just thanking me for it. I dont really hope for the nomination (though can be expected) but really I'm in for the money money money. At the end of it, an extra over a grand a month cant be too wrong can it? Sekali kena kumpul duit nak kawin daaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114251124940076845?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114251124940076845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114251124940076845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114251124940076845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114251124940076845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/february-employee-of-month.html' title='February Employee Of The Month'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114166865924133697</id><published>2006-03-06T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:14:07.906Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a 23 years old boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 23 today! Thanks to my friend who actually remembered my bday and celebrated it with me last weekend in London ( special thanks to Mona and Awanis - her house, and Dug - he claims, for organising it) after the IC Mnite. Really enjoyed myself. Cant really type right now needed to go back to sleep so let the pictures say the words for me. It would do more justice than my lousy mouth (or little fingers of mine - for typing it out really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing much. just the the impression - ay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the props guys really broke their back doing the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dead guys waiting in line for the immigration entrance -whether to go to heaven or hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the finale - thats hajar in the middle behind the fireworks - if u can see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/cuttingcake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me cutting the cake - thanks guys. love the yellow hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/stripeguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the striped shirt guys posing for the camera. stripe guys, not strip guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls who came - or actually lives there hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of us minus kiau, nik, durra n sab who went home earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some more pictures of the nite in atoy's blog. go check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114166865924133697?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114166865924133697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114166865924133697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114166865924133697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114166865924133697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-23-years-old-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a 23 years old boy.'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114115387260289867</id><published>2006-02-28T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:12:17.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Vypress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking at the chatterbox next to my blog...i remembered something thats a part of our daily life in KMYS (ish ape tak abis abis lagi mood kmys nih) the alternative chat program Vypress that we use so much there since mIrc was banned in college. I could remember coming back to my room, looking at my laptop to find some 200++ mass messages on the desktop. And the early incident with Sarai when we still have wet nosses not knowing that anybody could trace where these messages come from. Ok many people might not know what happened. The incident happened somewhere around second or third month in KMYS, on one rainy night. I was mass messaging all the people on Vypress with some crap (flooding it think) and some people are quite annoyed with me at that time. I remembered my Vypress nick at that time was oTak_Tak_bEtuL. hehehe u could imagine how i was back then. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then suddenly after 30 or so mass messages Sarai (our senior) messaged me and bear in mind I did not know how to trace messages yet so I dont know who that was. He told me to quit sending crap mass messages but i replied harshly (not knowing he'll know which chalet I was in and there was heavy rain at 11pm, nobody would come) then suddenly, in the midst of the heavy rain, I saw an umbrella moving through the chalet common room's blinds. Weh cuak sial hahahaha. At once I changed the nick to wAyAr_PutuSs (yes not knowing there's nickname history in Vypress as well) and then he is; Sarai at the door of my chalet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knocked, he came in and asked me and i said dont know. Then he came to the computer and checked the history and there I am kantoi red handed. Kena la marah and i said I was sorry, I dont only aim to bug him alone but everyone in Vypress. After some awkward moment he went back to his chalet and I was thankful tak kena penyepak or some other abuse that night hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I met him in surau before Maghrib prayer (you dont believe I go to surau but I actually do sometimes) and he said he was sorry about the incident last night. Said he was buggered with something else and I was there at the wrong time at the wrong place. Then we made peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next thing I know everybody knew about this thing and the seniors start calling Sarai as my big brother hahahaha. Some memories I have there. To refresh your memories, this was how Vypress looked like. Look at the top of the user's list, I'm second from top (oTak_Tak_bEtuL, wAyAr_PutuSs, then ~hayWiRe~, see the connection yet how I came to derive this Haywire name?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/vypress.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114115387260289867?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114115387260289867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114115387260289867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114115387260289867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114115387260289867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/vypress.html' title='Vypress'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114114965466899593</id><published>2006-02-28T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:03:10.006Z</updated><title type='text'>AArrrgghhhh regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ish...menyesal aku tak book teket flight tu semalam...harini aku call dia quote lain pulakk..£440 plus £130 tax...apa cerita weehhhhh....arrrgghhh....siap ckp "its not possible for you to get quoted that price sir" hah elok la tu...elok elok elokkkkkk...asal la aku tak book semalam je...bayar harini bila gaji masuk pagi tadi...haihhhh tensennnnnnnn kaciput.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114114965466899593?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114114965466899593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114114965466899593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114114965466899593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114114965466899593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/aarrrgghhhh-regret.html' title='AArrrgghhhh regret'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114110433893011667</id><published>2006-02-28T05:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:25:38.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Opps...saw another favourite. This one was on the second year of KMYS  'samurai' nite, when we gave the power of the samurai (yes, poyo as it is, but my group won) to the junior's samurai group who won that nite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/samurai3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;us while the juniors were competing. at the side of the orde cosmos (anyone remember where?) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/samurai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me as the samurai emperor. ade dayang lagi tuh! mama n yati as the concubines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/samurai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me as the japanese samurai battling gan jo han as the vigilante. thats kamal in the background as the joker&lt;/span&gt;&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/18188229-114110433893011667?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114110433893011667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114110433893011667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114110433893011667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114110433893011667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-one.html' title='Another one'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114110304117592468</id><published>2006-02-28T04:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:04:01.240Z</updated><title type='text'>That was a long time ago: DOE days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Been wandering through my picture collections again this morning after work. Suddenly saw the DOE - Duke of Edinburgh's award's collection, for whom that are not from KMYS or not familiar with DOE, its a sort of like boy scouts. These are the pictures of my group - Me, dug, pet, azie, kiau and maya. Love those days, really enjoyed my time with u guys..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group photo aksi merepek. but kinda nice. trial expedition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really liked this one. look at the expression of each of us. trial expedition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the way back from kerling. trial expedition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/doe_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;group photo baru turun bas. second trial expedition in Cameron Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/doe_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second morning in cameron. if i had abetter camera back then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/doe_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;niggo n niggi the rapper wannabe. hahaha really cant resist posting this one. soory pial! haaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/doe_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dug macho la tu konon. but nice pic anyway hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114110304117592468?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114110304117592468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114110304117592468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114110304117592468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114110304117592468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-was-long-time-ago-doe-days.html' title='That was a long time ago: DOE days'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114105922759451916</id><published>2006-02-27T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:56:31.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hummm..been a long time since the last update. Been urged by certain people to update the site..and finally I've succeeded in bringing myself here whilst honestly I dont know what to write yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing much has has happened since the last time I wrote here. Been going to work and classes as always, boring routines and once in a while went to Malaysia Nights elsewhere. Been to Warwick Malaysia Night, Cardiff Festival Of Diversity and looking forward to go to IC Mnite this weekend, and Notts Mnite the next weekend after that. Prettty much a Mnite year for me. I would go to Bath Mnite as well but Pial wont be there so thats out. Then the next destination is Southampton for the AKYUEM Alumni Weekend. Never been to that before (here in the UK). Been talking Dug recently about going to Southampton again since the last time we went there was in January in the first year we're here (yeah yeah my close friends would know the incident that happened with the speed cameras and the trauma and series of events that followed) and then the next thing we know the AKYUEM weekend will going to take place there on the 1st of April. Pucuk dicita ulam mendatang bak kata orang. Let there be more people there when we go instead of few people gathering together it'll be more fun. Thats the plan. So Ipe, what about that lasagna you've mentioned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouh people..anybody flying back to Malaysia anywhere around 15th of June? 3 months return ticket round that time would be £395, I've just called Lee's Travel like half and hour earlier to confirm it. But im trying to go back towards the end of June, and the guy on the other end of the phone quoted me for £480 for that. damn. I really need to go back on the end of june because I'm coming back here on the 30th of September (missing half a week of class) , so I guess I would have to fork out that extra £85 to cover that. So guys go call Lee's Travel and grab your deal, its really cheap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114105922759451916?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114105922759451916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114105922759451916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114105922759451916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114105922759451916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114007656588059861</id><published>2006-02-16T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:56:05.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/us.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/us.1.jpg" 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/18188229-114007656588059861?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114007656588059861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114007656588059861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114007656588059861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114007656588059861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/miss.html' title='Miss'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-114007598348257082</id><published>2006-02-16T07:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:20:46.823Z</updated><title type='text'>27 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats how long I have until tomorrow. Presentation starts at 10, and I barely have anything to present, yet. This long-haul nerve-stricken of last minute works have been too tiring for me recently, but I cannot stop. Thats what I am. Thats how I used to do things. Maybe thats why my head is clear all the time (except when the deadline comes). Maybe I should get a working visa instead of a student visa (yeah right like thats easy to get.) Perhaps I should stop doing this, no, not perhaps, I really have to, but I just cant. Damn. Continue work now. Now. Now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I'm going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No you're still here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes but I'm going now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are u still here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gone. Promise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi! Gi buat keje la psycho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. ok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-114007598348257082?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114007598348257082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=114007598348257082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114007598348257082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/114007598348257082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/27-hours.html' title='27 Hours'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113930033786710838</id><published>2006-02-07T08:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:33:14.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Unpublished Photos - The Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During my A-Level college days, I bought a small digital camera (the size of a tic-tac..that's how small it is) from syuen - the tech savvy in college. Since then I started taking pictures of everyting and everyone around me in college. Not one or two pictures but literally a hundred pictures a day. It's sort of a diary..during that time (2002) not everyone have a digital camera yet and i am one of few who already have them - and its size really impress people because back then digital cameras are the size of a brick and i owned one thats small enough to put in my pocket without realising it was there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/gsmart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Although the picture quality is not that good, and I actually owned few other digital cameras since then, but this camera was the special one. The paparazzi type. Went through the pictures this morning and decided to publish some of the pictures that I never showed to people. These are some pictures that I have chosen from a small range of time in my daily pictures - sorted to daily folders each day. Its nearly impossbile to include all because up until now there are 16,003 pictures in those folders and still counting!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/09-11-02%20Ngee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;09-11-02 - Ngeee! Thats me in college uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/05-11-02%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05-11-02 - In front of the great hall waiting for an exam ..feeling sorry for myself for not studying the night before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/27-02-03%20Syuen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27-02-03 - Ngauumm! Syuen having his breakfast in cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/13-11-02%20Dug%20N%20Kiau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13-11-02 Dug N Kiau - Dunno what these guys up to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/01-10-02%20Fadh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01-10-02 Fadh melepak atas pc in computing class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/05-11-02%20Lan%20n%20Lada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05-11-02 Lan as always giving his "poyo" pose. Lada memandang serong atas pelakuan Lan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/01-03-03%20Moonie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01-03-03 Moonie And Durra having their lunch - siap ade nasik tambah tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/10-10-02%20Pial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10-10-02 Pial dating in a rainy afternoon. hahahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/15-01-03%20Kami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15-01-03 Kami - now what happened there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/25-10-02%20Hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25-10-02 Me 'skodeng'ing the girls toilet - encouraged by Mona, Aiza, Fadh and Pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/25-10-02%20Azie%20kuar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25-10-02 Then Azie came out of it, completely unaware what happened outside. "Why are these people laughing at me?" looking at her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/16-01-03%20Mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16-01-03 Mon - Grrr! Dont la take my picture! haih Jonet nih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/28-02-03%20Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28-02-03 Mon And Aiza - Ish...dah cakap dah tadi jangan amikkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/13-10-02%20Azie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13-10-02 Is that Azie? yeah it is...Islamic week of some sort..I can't remember exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/02-10-02%20Elaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;02-10-02 This is my view in computing classes.. Elaine! Hidup Sungai Petani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/11-03-03%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11-03-03 On a bike IN the computer lab. taking a hard corner trying not to crash myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/09-01-03%20Exam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09-01-03 During an exam - yeah i'm still in the exam - nobodys gonna realize im taking pictures. Think thats Hajar, Mona and Yati in a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/27-11-02%20Asa%20Azie%20Aiza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27-11-02 3A - Asa, Azie and Aiza in the Japanese Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/14-03-03%20Dodgy%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14-03-03 Ahong and Ajak's intimate moment - That surely looks dodgy. What are these people doing in the public!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/14-03-03%20Boys%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14-03-03 And these guys are enjoying the view! What!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/14-03-03%20Boys%20II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14-03-03 Even these guys too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/10-01-03%20Sya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10-01-03 Sya giving me a special pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/13-01-03%20elina.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13-01-03 Elina in the RC - looking serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/02-02-10%20The%20couple.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;02-02-10 The couple, Mr and Mrs Beadsworth in the dining hall - having lunch with Ms Bobby in front of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/21-11-02%20Salini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21-11-02 Salini - What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/05-11-02%20Atoy%20n%20Mona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05-11-02 Atoy n Mona - Did anyone even remembered Atoy was this 'skinny' back then? (relative to how he looks now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/30-10-02%20Wahab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30-10-02 And vice-versa (Wahab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/14-12-02%20Ketuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14-12-02 Peristiwa Ketuk (kmys boys would know this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/19-02-03%20Hajar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19-02-03 Hajar - Dont really know what she's been like that for - but I like her impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/17-01-03%20Jungle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17-01-03 Maya looking really worried that we've lost our track in the Cameron Highlands jungle - Pial just started screaming in the background (wait a minute - she always screams anyway!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont think i could add more to this..theres surely hundreds of others I wanna show u guys but this is really tiring to do. It not that easy to put this much pictures in this blog as most of you that are familiar with blogger would already know. Its probably easier to put it somewhere else like fotopages or such. Forgive me of any of the pictures offended or embarrass you - but I do think those photos - and many many more in my collection represent those happy and sad days we went through together in KMYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113930033786710838?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113930033786710838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113930033786710838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113930033786710838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113930033786710838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/unpublished-photos-old-days.html' title='Unpublished Photos - The Old Days'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113866937136467040</id><published>2006-01-31T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:04:04.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ayang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/us.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/us.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to my dear ayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113866937136467040?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113866937136467040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113866937136467040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113866937136467040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113866937136467040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-ayang.html' title='Happy Birthday Ayang!'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113811876662319137</id><published>2006-01-24T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:09:18.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn I'm Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh...feeling extremely lazy at the moment. Woke up at 3 this afternoon, having an early class at 9 o'clock which I attended in my sleep. Too lazy to do anything..its hard enough dragging myself to write this blog right now at this moment. See how long it'll last. I broke my lovely camera (Casio Exilim EX-S500) in Hungary on my winter trip last month and ended up reincarnated it with a digital SLR, the Canon 350D. Which at this moment I personally think a little bit too much thinking about all the commitment I have to make this year. We'll see how the payslip from my work and the JPA money turn out end of this month and I'll go from there. But there's a high probability of me sending it back in exchange of a Casio Exilim EX-S600 instead. I'm thinking £565 is a little too much, aint it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/canon-350d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/canon-350d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113811876662319137?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113811876662319137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113811876662319137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113811876662319137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113811876662319137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/damn-im-lazy.html' title='Damn I&apos;m Lazy'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113727814714369941</id><published>2006-01-14T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:09:28.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Just...A Little Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi my dear ever-waiting readers...the site have been quite for the past month...sorry but I have been very busy ( well might not be THAT busy...but I'm occupied all the time) and simply dont have the time to update my blog. Not that I have time now but to assure you guys that this site is not dead yet...its just a coma (yes i watched a lot of hospital dramas lately) and I'll try to update my life to u guys as soon as I can. But not now. Dr House is waiting for me in Exam Room 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113727814714369941?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113727814714369941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113727814714369941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113727814714369941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113727814714369941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/justa-little-bit.html' title='Just...A Little Bit'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113447926434434016</id><published>2005-12-13T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:08:50.960Z</updated><title type='text'>At The Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didnt really sleep last night.. went to bed (on the floor actually, Pet's on the bed) at 6.30am this morning, suppossed to wake up at 8.30 but ended up waking up at 9.50am thanks to the construction guy next door bashing up the window of my neighbour. Would be really pissed at him if its any other day but today I really have to wake up to present my work for the crit, and there's actually hardly any. Most of the times I am of the few who did the work the very last minute, but this time I find myself in the majority of last-minute.com guys in my studio. I think up till yesterday afternoon nearly half of my classmates didnt have any idea what are they presenting today, and worked it all through last night. Some of us walked into the studio like zombies today, knackered. There's a few individual work, group work, assignments and essays running at the same time this week and we really don't have time to do it - well not all of it at the same time. I hope I could present the work today, get it done or else I have to do it on Friday obstucting my efforts for the other courseworks. I'm tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113447926434434016?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113447926434434016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113447926434434016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113447926434434016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113447926434434016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/at-studio.html' title='At The Studio'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113401594941686073</id><published>2005-12-08T04:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-08T04:25:49.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Malas + Letih</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haih. Baru balik keje kol 4 pagi. Karang kelas lak kol 9 sampai 4 petang . Letih.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113401594941686073?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113401594941686073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113401594941686073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113401594941686073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113401594941686073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/malas-letih.html' title='Malas + Letih'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113371723874064432</id><published>2005-12-04T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:40:22.223Z</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/N868AVA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/N868AVA.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;N868&lt;em&gt;AVA - Its inner power yet to be unleashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hummm...as I said yesterday, got the new car today. A second car overnight, how interesting is that? Not exacly new, but new to me and relatively new to the one I had before (well, I still HAVE it now, but not for long). Its a 1996 Rover 214 Si, with 72,000 mileage and I got it for £500. I think its a good deal. A really good deal indeed. Nothing's wrong with the car apart from it needs replacement of its temperature sensor and some tweaking with the lower-level blower (heating, fan). The blower works fine at 3 and 4 level settings, but the lower settings at 1 or 2 it just didn't work. Its not a biggie considering how good the car looks, the interior, the better-sounding stereo, the engine with its low mileage despite the age, the power steering (I haven't got it in my last car), central locking with remote (yeaaaahhhhh), sunroof, 5 doors (the old one has 3 doors) and the fact that I got if for only £500. I could deal with it. The handling's really good (yeah its got power steering), the clutches fine and soft, and its got a 1.4 litre petrol engine (petrol's cheaper here than others - NOT relative to Malaysia) which is an optimum engine size for me right now - not too much power and certainly not less. Went to the car wash straightaway after eating lunch and came back home. Well, I don't think I could say more about the car because I just got it less than 4 hours ago, so we'll see how good this one is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comment on the picture : Thats Dug in the car, right after a car wash. As you can see that's my favourite spot for pictures, when and where else can I get a shining and clean car than after a good wash? Anybody had an itch in their head saying "where did I see this car before?" You are certainly right. It about the same model as Wahab's but his is maroon and this one is bright red. Oh and he's got a 2.0 diesel engine as opposed to my 1.4 petrol one. And I AM persuaded to buy this car because of his. I admit that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113371723874064432?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113371723874064432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113371723874064432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113371723874064432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113371723874064432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-did-i-say.html' title='What Did I Say?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113364406235976360</id><published>2005-12-03T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:54:31.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, You Served Me Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L256HUD - in its prime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, went to the garage today to find out that the car's gotta be scrapped. Quick. The head gasket's blown, leaving the engine oil mixed up with the cooling water from the radiator. Thats why the temperature gone up so high, well over the red line. Basically to &lt;em&gt;repair&lt;/em&gt; it costs around £400 with no certainty that it'll be fixed by then. The mechanic told me its advisible to &lt;em&gt;swap&lt;/em&gt; the entire engine, which new used engine costs around £220 and hearing it I thought "&lt;em&gt;yeah I could live with that&lt;/em&gt;". Not before he told me the total price with other parts and labour costs which brings the total to around £600. Well, to be frank I think its not worth the hassle and I'm better off buying a new one instead. Doing some serious car hunting now and there's a few that caught my eye, and there's a big fat chance of me getting a new car before next week. And now its Saturday night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In general I think the car has served me well for nearly one and a half since I bought it on 21 April 2004. To be exact my life's changed with the car's presence. Haha as you can tell I'm getting cheesy at this moment, but its my first car and i think I'm &lt;em&gt;entitled &lt;/em&gt;to be all emotional about it. Before I owned the car, I used to have to wait for the friggin unreliable Number 4 bus in the coldness of winter, the only service that passed by my home in my first year. Its so unreliable I have to wait on average around one and a half hours before the bus showed up and sometimes it even came smiling with the &lt;em&gt;"No Service"&lt;/em&gt; sign on its forehead. Couldn't stand it anymore by April, I bought the car in Chippenham and drove it on the motorway straight to Cardiff - not even stopping by in Bristol although its on the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent some money on the car maintaining it, changed the tyres (£100), alternator (£200), clutch and water pump (£400) and usual minor car-maintaining procedures. But the inevitable has happened and the car is dying on me now. Although its not new when I got it, I bought it with with my own hard-earned money, its my first car and I loved it, it gets me to places but I guess its time for me to move on. I'll have to let it go. &lt;em&gt;Ecehhhhhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113364406235976360?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113364406235976360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113364406235976360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113364406235976360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113364406235976360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-you-served-me-well.html' title='Goodbye, You Served Me Well'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113341171460684179</id><published>2005-12-01T04:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T05:54:43.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been quite some time since the last entry. Life's dull lately without anything interesting in it. Last weekend we went to Cardiff for &lt;em&gt;Piala Putra -&lt;/em&gt; a football match which is held there this year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ( Me Dug and Pet) supposedly went to the game just to see people there, not to watch the game and then go to Brigend which is a factory outlet shopping centre 20 minutes from Cardiff. Supposedly its only a day trip (yeahhh like it always do - hehe). Ended up staying in Cardiff for the nite and went to Brigend the next day. Lenoq cooked his &lt;em&gt;Tomyam Campur &lt;/em&gt;that nite&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;which I craved since I tasted it last year. Pet missed the &lt;em&gt;tomyam&lt;/em&gt; because he had to go back to Bristol to work that nite, but he managed to come back the next day on Sunday to go shopping with us. Didn't buy anything there but Dug and Pet bought good bargain stuffs like £5 Nike shoes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This coming weekend I'm &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to stay at home and do some uni work. Been accumulating those and now I just found out that I have to submit 3 assignments and essays, on top of a studio design project by the 15th December which is just 2 weeks away from now. Might not see new entries by then. We'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update on Friday night (pagi buta) : did stay at home, didnt go to work, ended up sleeping as early as 9pm, woke up at 12 midnight and watched movies and Desperate Housewives the whole nite - couldnt say there's progress on my uni works' part. Its 5.53am now. Ouh - and gotta wake up early tomorrow. Gotta go repair my car - the heating's not working and the temp going up through the roof. Maybe about time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113341171460684179?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113341171460684179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113341171460684179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113341171460684179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113341171460684179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time-no-see-updated.html' title='Long Time No See (updated)'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113290551560353446</id><published>2005-11-25T07:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T08:10:55.640Z</updated><title type='text'>November Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6159.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought this would worth an entry. Been up since 3.30am this morning, feeling nice and warm inside my room without noticing its snowing outside! Had a peek through the curtain this morning after taking a bath, checking the weather to prepare myself for an early class &lt;em&gt;(yes people I'm going to class this morning),&lt;/em&gt; only to realise its whites all over the place. Probably not as thick as you might hope, but hell its November and its already snowing! The first year when I came here it snowed about 3 times, the first in early January. I think its twice on the second year and now? The first snow in November! Whooaaa hows this winter gonna be..difficult to say. Just really glad i bought the car one and a half years back. My saviour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113290551560353446?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113290551560353446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113290551560353446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113290551560353446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113290551560353446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-snow.html' title='November Snow'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113286507142841822</id><published>2005-11-24T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:51:40.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starts somewhere along here..those early days 5 years ago =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113286507142841822?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113286507142841822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113286507142841822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113286507142841822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113286507142841822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113277075451110291</id><published>2005-11-23T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:56:36.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Full Time Worker, Part Time Student?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering what am I doing now in UK..am I actually a full time employee or a student? Can't really tell the difference now although as stated in my visa I'm a student but I've missed some classes (SOME?) but been going to work nearly every nite of the week - &lt;em&gt;not weekends wohoooo!&lt;/em&gt; Even been called &lt;em&gt;money grabber&lt;/em&gt; by my collegues - the nightcrews at B&amp;Q because I stayed at work up to 7 in the morning when I'm supposed to work only until 3. My room's a mess, can't really find time to clean it up and fortunately my &lt;em&gt;illegal roommates&lt;/em&gt; are cleaning up my laundries. Thats the good thing about it. &lt;em&gt;Thanks Pet and Izman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missed all classes this week (its &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday now!) and a group meeting as well. Have to be at work again tonite until 3 and I got a class at 8.30 tomorrow morning. How bad is it? Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those many people who asked is it me who's on the coconut tree on the background picture, yes, thats me, my dad took the picture when I'm about 10 or 11 years old climbing the coconut tree in &lt;em&gt;Pantai Merdeka, Kedah&lt;/em&gt; when we're on a camping trip called &lt;em&gt;Kem Bina Semangat -&lt;/em&gt; something like&lt;em&gt; OBS &lt;/em&gt;for teachers-to-be (my dad's a lecturer in &lt;em&gt;Maktab Perguruan Sultan Abdul Halim, Sungai Petani). &lt;/em&gt;Missed those days canoeing in the sea, mountain climbing, jungle trekking n abseilling with my dad. Think i'll join him for another trip before I'm getting married in August (for those of you who still doesn't know hehe - I'm taken.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/youngme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/youngme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and another good thing - Dug is cooking &lt;em&gt;Nasi Padprik&lt;/em&gt; downstairs =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113277075451110291?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113277075451110291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113277075451110291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113277075451110291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113277075451110291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/full-time-worker-part-time-student.html' title='Full Time Worker, Part Time Student?'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113255182356833011</id><published>2005-11-21T05:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:45:53.930Z</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Well Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/crazygurls.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/crazygurls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy gurls. Can you guess who they are? hahahah! Showed them the face once and they all wanna do it! This is a result of spending too much time with each other. KMYS style.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry for the long wait for an update. Too many people asked me to update the site but I just don't have time to do it. Been busy lately - life was hectic with the work, classes, overtimes n busy weekends. Sheesshh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouh. Back to the picture. We ( Me dug n syira) went to Birmingham over the weekend to attend Salini's (opps few clues there for the pic - sorry gurls) open house on Saturday. It just a good one hour drive from Bristol, without the tyre blowing up on me again of course. Arrived there about 2.30 with empty and singing stomaches, happily welcomed seeing Salini open the front door. The menu was &lt;em&gt;Nasi Hujan Panas,&lt;/em&gt; some chicken&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nasi himpit &lt;/em&gt;and the most memorable, the &lt;em&gt;Laksa &lt;/em&gt;Terengganu&lt;em&gt; s&lt;/em&gt;tyle&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At about 5-ish we went to Bullring - sort af like Birmingham's &lt;em&gt;Mid Valley Megamall&lt;/em&gt; to shop. Loved that place coz if there's something u can't find in Bristol, you can find it there. Bought a black Gap jumper coz we (me n dug) got a 30% discount there because we are B&amp;amp;Q workers. &lt;em&gt;Don't bother asking us to pay for your Gap stuffs now though coz its only valid last weekend.&lt;/em&gt; Apparently there's this thing about architects who wore black clothes, and only black whatever it is - the suit the shirt the t-shirt the jumper the jacket. No whites. All my lecturers wore black clothes everyday, and I guess those things are getting into me now. Sort of like there's funerals everyday. Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to Salini's place with Azie and Moon (ops another clue hahaha) at about 8-ish and had another go for the foods. Can't get them everyday can we? Then we went to Reza n Arep's place at aboout 9.30pm because we figured out that we can't come to their open house the next day, so we thougt we'll &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; at their house an then go back to Bristol that night. Turns up we played poker, chotaiti, dancing mat and had some pizza (yeah yeah its stressful and make u hungry when u lost BIG TIME in poker) until about 3.30am so I drove the five of us - me duggie azie moon and syira - to Coventry which is just 20 minutes away from Birm and slept there in Azie's place. Ouh when we're still in Bristol I assured both Dug and Syira that I'm 70% sure that we'll go back to Bristol that night, but I myself kinda hoped that we stay and in the end yeahhhh we really did. The next day (Sunday) we went to Nando's at about 2pm and then shoot back to Bristol and arrived at about 6.30pm. The journey was smooth albeit foggy and when we arrived in Bristol it turns really bad to the point that you cant even see a car 10 metres in front of you. I wonder how this winter gonna be. Scary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 7.30 im already on my way to Bristol Uni's Malay Cultural Society Eid Celebration Dinner. Arrived late and all the &lt;em&gt;roti jala&lt;/em&gt; had already finished. Bad luck then but we managed to get some &lt;em&gt;nasi himpit&lt;/em&gt; (again!) &lt;em&gt;kuah kacang and lontong. &lt;/em&gt;At 10pm I went to work, and came back home at 4am to update this blog. Expect a long wait for the next entry when my life get a bit more interesting again or else its still the same thing with the busy life all over again. 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Getting out from work at B&amp;amp;Q at 4am this morning and I realized there was frost on my car. Pet and Yan yelled "oh yeah it snowed!" but I explained to them that its not, and the forthcoming months will be really cold but there will be hardly any snow around here. It have been a good couple of months in Bristol without the coldness of winter, but now here it comes showing its teeth. Give it another few weeks and we'll be all freezing, shivering and trembling numbly all day long. And the forecast says it might be the coldest winter in quite a few years, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah. Well, about the Nottingham Malaysian Games. I guess on each blog you browse through this week will have an entry mentioning it, huh? Maybe i should too then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For starters, my car's tyre blown on the way there that morning, haha. Like I always do I was cruising at 90mph (about 150kmh) on the motorway and suddenly I felt the car wasn't stable. It was swivelling left and right, and then 5 seconds later 'boom!' the tyre blown and I tried to control the car and then stopped. Dug was cool but from the backmirror I saw Pimad's face who was sleeping in the backseat doing the impression of "&lt;em&gt;Oih...apa yang sedang berlaku?". &lt;/em&gt;At first i thought it was just a usual lame-o flat tyre, but when I got out of the car and saw the tyre, this is really a proper &lt;em&gt;meletup&lt;/em&gt;! the outer layer of rubber was not there anymore and the steel wire thread was showing. The 'explosion' damaged the bumper and the bodywork a bit while the new hub cap i bought a few weeks back lost. Grrr. Well. maybe i should just go outside and take picture of the tyre to prove that i was not exaggerating. doo do doooooo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you believe me now?. Well i thought while I'm at it, i might as well took a picture of the frost on my car. Back to where I was. I changed the tyre while Pimad, although half awake when I was trying to stop the car saw the hub cap rolling alongside us, and went out to look for it and found it lying on the side of the motorway. Lucky me. I'd hate it to see my car's wheel hub showing when a lot of rich malaysians who come to Notts Games drove Mercs and Bimmers. Arrived safely in Notts at nearly noon and then bla bla bla the usual Nottingham Games stuffs. But I felt that it has &lt;em&gt;hilang seri &lt;/em&gt;a bit, mainly might be because not so many people I know was there. The seniors are mostly gone back to malaysia, and just a few friends from my batch turned up compared to the years before. &lt;em&gt;Haih, habih la aku lepas nih mati kering di bumi uk nih takde member2. &lt;/em&gt;These are a few pictures from the event, i need sleep now coz its 6.36am now and i've got classes this morning. maybe i should have slept earlier. ugghhh. i miss my girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG6039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG6039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113194938920872041?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113194938920872041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113194938920872041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113194938920872041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113194938920872041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-frost.html' title='The First Frost'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113142793225528797</id><published>2005-11-08T05:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:55:29.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Raya Weekend in London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight after I came back from Venice me and Duggie drove to London to have a raya feeling weekend - at least some. The flight from Venice touched down in Bristol at 6.20pm, took 40 minutes plus waiting dug to arrive back home. By 8.50pm we were already on the M4 motorway driving towards London. Took only one and a half hours to reach london at 150kmh in my precious car - well its my first whatever its condition is - then took an hour more to reach Smoque's house. A bit unwelcomed there cause we dont tell them we're coming, haha. But well, the "London Hotel" served us well in the past and so does it this time - thanks Smoque, Haniz, Ihab, Fizul Mui and others in the house. One thing that made me want to go to London so much is Yusaimi Amir - which appeared to be moving out of his exile that he's been on the past year. No word of him for the whole year then there he is - wanting to meet us in London in the raya weekend. So there we are in Turnpike Lane again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5890.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5890.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day we went for the Malaysian Students Department open house in Bayswater. Met so many friends there I stayed from 2.30 to 6pm although the management kept on asking all the people who finished eating to clear the hall to make way for the people waiting outside. The food was nice - rendang and all - but I wasnt there for the food. I was there to meet people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5897.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5897.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5900.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5900.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5908.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5908.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5910.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5910.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5913.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5913.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5915.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5915.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5927.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5943.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5945.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5956.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5970.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the hall we went to Nando's to join Kiau and had some dinner there. Nando's in UK wasn't all that good compared to Malaysian Nando's - &lt;em&gt;well, what is? heheh. &lt;/em&gt;Dug wanted to see Awanis and Asa at their house later cause he couldnt make it to their wedding in August, so me Dug and Mona went to their studio house in Gloucester Road and stayed there until about 9. Then we went to Mona's place, just to see how it was. Caught the last train heading back to Smoque's place at 12.04, and arrived back in Bristol at 3.30am after a long, sleepy and speedy drive. Phew. What a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113142793225528797?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113142793225528797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113142793225528797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113142793225528797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113142793225528797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-weekend-in-london.html' title='Raya Weekend in London'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113139916469409609</id><published>2005-11-07T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:56:15.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya in Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5183.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm...just been back to this lovely little room of mine. Feeling tranquil now after such a hectic week. Since Monday I've been away in Venice for my class fieldtrip and then straight to London for a little bit of Hari Raya feeling to compensate my sadness of celebrating hari raya in Venice with the pigeons in St. Mark's Piazza. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5634.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5634.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5620.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5227.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5516.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, to be frank I might not feel THAT sad though. Looking at the pics it looked like I actually enjoying my time there. At the time I'm supposed to do some drawings but im not in the mood to do any. Well, who want to work on a Hari Raya afternoon after all? Might as well have some good time with the pigeons, and i did. Sat for about two hours ther feeding the birds. I've been there two years ago on a trip to Italy with Lenoq, loved the square so much i've been waiting to go back there for a while and there's the chance; my architectural class field trip to Venice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/CIMG5707.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/400/CIMG5707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My classmates rubbing the boob of Juliet in Verona. Apparently it brings good luck to rub her sculpture's boobs, but i guess its just an excuse for the tourists to grab it since they were there, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113139916469409609?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113139916469409609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113139916469409609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113139916469409609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113139916469409609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya-in-venice.html' title='Hari Raya in Venice'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113019384291333044</id><published>2005-10-24T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:56:37.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm...the next post, may i say? hehe...been busy customizing the template since i first created the blog. Not really good yet...the texts on the posts are quite troublesome to read because of the background image. still trying to fix that. really glad i signed for those computing classes back in college learning T&lt;em&gt;urbo Pascal&lt;/em&gt;, an &lt;em&gt;ancient&lt;/em&gt; programming language from the seventies. from there at least i understood some basic principles of programming (html in this case) or else i will never get the hang of what the heck am i supposed to do with these holka polka programming language. well, not much to say yet, would try to figure out much more. this is getting exciting! (&lt;em&gt;forgetting that i need to present my work for Design Studio C next Friday although there are none to begin with yet &lt;/em&gt;) ouh...for whoever that doesn't know me, im reading architecture in Bristol, UK in the third of my seven year course - long way to go. phewwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113019384291333044?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113019384291333044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113019384291333044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113019384291333044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113019384291333044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18188229.post-113005592971837206</id><published>2005-10-23T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:56:59.330Z</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well..the first post of what i thought was silly the last few years. like dug said "&lt;em&gt;ape nak buat beb, telan balik ludah sendiri la." &lt;/em&gt;Dont even know what should i do with this blog, or if i even gonna continue writing in it or its just one of those silly stuffs i do early mornings when i dont sleep. its actually 9.15 am now, waiting for my eyes to fell tired although i didnt sleep the whole nite. sort of a bad habit i had, sleeping late through the nite since school. fixed the &lt;em&gt;selimut &lt;/em&gt;to the curtain, so dark i couldnt tell the time but still cant sleep. its &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;a bad habit, innit? messaged shu but i guess she was out. &lt;em&gt;bosan dok umah la tuh.&lt;/em&gt; well, i'll try this blog just for kicks..lets see what its about people were so fanatical about it. might even get the hang of it after a while, u know? theheheheh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shu..i know u will read this blog sooner of later, so i'll tribute this first post to you =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18188229-113005592971837206?l=myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113005592971837206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18188229&amp;postID=113005592971837206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113005592971837206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18188229/posts/default/113005592971837206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myscribbledthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>haywiRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12009361819796745014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3258/1773/1600/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
