<?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-1990453101792072874</id><updated>2011-12-04T03:33:03.728+08:00</updated><category term='Shin Megami Tensei Persona 4'/><category term='Going separate ways'/><category term='I even spelled &apos;annoying&apos; wrongly'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='RPG'/><category term='Atlus'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='dota is a game? no'/><category term='PlayStation 2'/><category term='malas'/><category term='My Playlist'/><category term='Yoshiki Tonogai'/><category term='Chuck Norris'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='Persona 4'/><category term='kenyang'/><category term='Manga'/><category term='just die already Jonas brothers'/><category term='Doubt'/><category term='Murder'/><category term='ulser'/><category term='I just hate&apos;em'/><category term='it&apos;s just a map'/><category term='asshole'/><category term='1 more day'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>-A Silent Soliloquy -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-614012593476552314</id><published>2011-11-11T15:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:50:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universitat</title><content type='html'>Some people just don't have the idea of how the system works, i.e. how you live as a certain part of a certain community, of a certain nation. I've seen a lot, I'll just write about the one I see everyday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In universities, you are assessed throughout the semesters which means you don't slack off unless u want to phail the tests, quizzes, and even the assignments. The ugly part is that 90% of the community earn their carry marks which comprise more than 50% of the total marks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BY CHEATING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sux to be me, who doesn't cheat, and yet sucks during the written exams. My only quite strong points are I can do the practicals (programming, drawing, blacksmithing, gimme anything as long as I don't have to sit in a hall and find x, y , z for like 3 hours, and don't know what to do with the x's,y's and z's that I'd found.) perfectly. I don't study textbooks, so I won't figure easily, what is the integral of lnx^e and such. Yet I know how to write programs, even one that can figure your mom's age, I can draw more than 5 multiview drawings in one day, generate perfect 3d models. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get high marks for the practical exams, you get high marks for nerds' exams, isn't that fair? But no, the nerds would copy the practical assignments/tests from me, the dumbfuck, saying: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ni praktikal oh, rugi la tak dapat markah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nerds-Dean's list, excel at both theory and practical assessments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me-Dean: "No need graduate leh, waste money only, go find a job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is fair, the system is, it's just the people living in the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they say universities generate professionals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hell yeah, they do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-614012593476552314?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/614012593476552314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=614012593476552314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/614012593476552314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/614012593476552314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/11/universitat.html' title='Universitat'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4418603883397412261</id><published>2011-10-23T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:53:40.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see it in your eyes, you're moving on without me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lagu ni best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.opendrive.com/files/listen.php?file_id=OV8xNzQ0Nl9PZGN5cw&amp;amp;autoplay=false" height="35" width="370" style="border:0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4418603883397412261?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4418603883397412261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4418603883397412261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4418603883397412261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4418603883397412261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-can-see-it-in-your-eyes-youre-moving.html' title='I can see it in your eyes, you&apos;re moving on without me'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6855560361608306700</id><published>2011-05-27T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:34:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk kali ini sahaja</title><content type='html'>Hari ini, 27 mei 2011. hari ni, uhh, hari lahir mak aku. Haish, macam tahun2 lepas la gamaknya. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir, dah brapa lama aku tak wish birthday mak aku directly? Ade 9 tahun gak kot. Dah aku dok asrama dari form 1 gini la jadinya. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Time birthday mak aku je aku takde kat rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sekarang nak wish kat telefon pun dah tak termampu dah rasanya. Kadang-kadang aku jeles kat kawan2 yang boleh selamba cakap "I love you mum", "sayang mak" la dan macam2 lagi la. Bukannya aku tak sayang tapi aku macam tak mampu je nak cakap. Aku rasa aku tak pernah cakap aku sayang mak aku pon. Hmm, bagi aku, sapa la yang tak sayang mak? Kalau cakap tak redundantkah? Aku tak nak menerapkan mentaliti bodoh aku ni kat sapa2, jadi jangan la jadi macam aku. Cakap la yang korang sayang kat mak korang, ucaplah ucapan yang sepatutnya kat diorang sebelum terlambat.  Bukan mak je bapak dan abang-abang dan kakak-kakak korang gak. Keluarga itu sangatlah penting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa nak menangis setiap kali hari jadi mak/ayah aku sebab aku tak mampu nk wish kat diorang. Aku hanya mampu sms, bagi hadiah dan kadang2 dengan kad yang adik-adik aku tulis/lukis/conteng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku harap sangat suatu hari nanti kan mampu gak aku untuk wish kat diorang macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6855560361608306700?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6855560361608306700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6855560361608306700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6855560361608306700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6855560361608306700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/05/untuk-kali-ini-sahaja.html' title='Untuk kali ini sahaja'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-98307499673446511</id><published>2011-02-19T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:24:49.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kedekut</title><content type='html'>Stinginess. Some people are born to be stingy assholes. I don't really care when people save money because they don't have much but it pains me seeing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people  who can send SMS to their girl/boyfriend(s) all the time but not to a friend just to tell an important thing like, "hey i'm not gonna be back with yer car tonight, I'm going back to my far far away hometown with yer car and yeah maybe tomorrow I'll return yer damn car". An advice is try calling yer parents (if you have any) and tell them you love'em rather than wasting yer money with people you don't even live with. Ingatlah mak bapak weh. Ingat member pun orait gek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. people who waste money on bullshit in essence; karaoke, new shoes, expensive clothing etc but not willing to spend some money to eat. Kalau makan sikit takpe gak. Ni makan nak selera khinzir jugak. Duit taknak keluar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, these people are dumb. Needless to say why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-98307499673446511?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/98307499673446511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=98307499673446511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/98307499673446511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/98307499673446511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/02/kedekut.html' title='Kedekut'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4081796435781096825</id><published>2011-01-26T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:01:42.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up quite early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go to school by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun because there was no massive crowd of people queuing at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was the second person to get onto the bus. Meaning a promised seat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small bus, a mini bus in fact. Not any mini bus that you see in the streets of Old Klang but INTEC's mini bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was sitting, inhaling the cool air surrounding me, enjoying the majestic atmosphere, emblazoned with dim morning sunlight and gay smiles of the intelligent students of this great institution, she stepped onto the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the prettiest I've ever seen but she sure caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4081796435781096825?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4081796435781096825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4081796435781096825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4081796435781096825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4081796435781096825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-all.html' title='That&apos;s All'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1248983620634827580</id><published>2011-01-09T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:35:28.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I konw you can raed tihs enevtghuoh i sepleld tehm worng.</title><content type='html'>I know you should understand it eventhough i never explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just assholes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared this fucking rm99/month net, not a rm400/month net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some assholes went and download shitloads of movies/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me yer a fan of movies, I'm a fan of musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't even download a single fucking albums per month using this rm99/month net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I payed moar than my share and i didn't fucking download a single fucking thing just cause I care for u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1248983620634827580?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1248983620634827580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1248983620634827580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1248983620634827580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1248983620634827580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-konw-you-can-raed-tihs-enevtghuoh-i.html' title='I konw you can raed tihs enevtghuoh i sepleld tehm worng.'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2531129396460325916</id><published>2010-12-09T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:31:04.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's different, son.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading blogs, Facebook posts, Twitters, quite a handful of'em and I see people, how they think to be exact. I can see how people think just by seeing them live too but you see, I'm not socially active and I don't find physically socialising interesting at all. say I'm anti-social, say I'm a kera sumbang, say what you want I don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to remember from where but recall seeing someone wrote, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"enjoyment comes from satisfaction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the crap of that sort. i'm not saying it's wrong or whatever but i don't think i see it that way. it is satisfaction that you get from enjoyment, not the other way around. you enjoy doing yer work and at the end of the day, you'll be satisfied whether it's successful or not. sticking to yer puny statement is the one thing that causes young generations of these days to not be able to shine, yet they disappear. they tend to only enjoy their lives when they're satisfied by their work or in other term the boss is satisfied with their work. and when they fail, 0 satisfaction and 0 enjoyment and 100% suicide comes to mind. when you enjoy yer work, you tend to think that you'd given your best and if anything comes wrong in the end it is satisfaction that you get that the work had been fun and you'll be glad to try again, without failure, for sure. when it's satisfaction that you're after, you'll be in despair to know yer work's a mess and i don't think anything positive'll come to mind by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's my opinion and that's yer opinion so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fu*k it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2531129396460325916?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2531129396460325916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-23490073292196670</id><published>2010-12-06T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:13:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gigit kepala kau baru tau</title><content type='html'>I've made it a habit i.e. putting my money inside my pockets rather than inside my wallet, so i don't have to take out my wallet every time i wanna pay for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS yesterday that i went to kuantan parade with my friends&lt;br /&gt;we ate, we played dota, we lepaked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw back home, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKIN WALLET'S GONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID CARD&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING LICENSE&lt;br /&gt;BANK CARD&lt;br /&gt;SI KAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah tekan 1,blah blah blah tekan 2, blah blah blah tekan 4, blah blah blah tekan 1, &lt;br /&gt;hello akak cimb bank kad hilang lagi la tolong suspend akaun saya. nanti saya datang bwat kad baru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-23490073292196670?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/23490073292196670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=23490073292196670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/23490073292196670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/23490073292196670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/12/gigit-kepala-kau-baru-tau.html' title='gigit kepala kau baru tau'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3165176390616347339</id><published>2010-11-09T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:57:57.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but ordinary</title><content type='html'>So I was studying physics for tomorrow. with my earphones, listening to avril singing for me, to me, just me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when suddenly, a voice came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"berjalanlah walau.." &lt;br /&gt;"ruby ruby.."&lt;br /&gt;"send someone to love me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came desperately, trying to duet with my avril. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la garau gila babun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3165176390616347339?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3165176390616347339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3165176390616347339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3165176390616347339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3165176390616347339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/11/anything-but-ordinary.html' title='Anything but ordinary'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3574884110644408009</id><published>2010-11-07T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:04:13.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Years spent watching in silence</title><content type='html'>Dulu aku suka tengok kartun dragon ball &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Masa-kecik2-saya-suka-tengok-Dragon-Ball-then-terlupa-basuh-kasut-sekolah/111087278933400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join la ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those were the last days i spent with ya&lt;br /&gt;before you left, before digimon came"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3574884110644408009?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3574884110644408009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3574884110644408009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3574884110644408009'/><link rel='self' 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flu. &lt;br /&gt;Nausea's killing me too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Sheila on 7.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks I've a fever but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;They don't really care but they had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3534561119457025437?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3534561119457025437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3534561119457025437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3534561119457025437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3534561119457025437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-gonna-regret.html' title='Never gonna regret'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-936438303641446772</id><published>2010-10-24T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:11:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least that's that</title><content type='html'>Today I ate my friends. damn, i ate WITH my friends. There was a group of chinese dudes eating few foots away from us. They were so loud until someone said, " diorang ni bergurau pun bunyi macam bergaduh. Bergurau ke gaduh ni?" I lmao'ed hearing that. THAT coming out of someone who can't even take simple jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAU GURAU PON BOLEH BUAT GADUH LA SIAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-936438303641446772?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/936438303641446772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=936438303641446772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/936438303641446772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/936438303641446772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-least-thats-that.html' title='At least that&apos;s that'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2034180569649096785</id><published>2010-10-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:39:26.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls?</title><content type='html'>So today we had our chemistry class from 2 to 5 p.m. I can tell everyone was sleepy. It was at one point, at half past 4 when the teacher was explaining something about polarising power or whatever it was. Aneel being the Aneel he is, got the attention of teacher and something happened that kept me awake for the rest of the lecture. It was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher; Aneel I see you're so active today.&lt;br /&gt;Aneel: (sleepy gay smile)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Imagine Aneel a small ion with high polarising power, he can polarise, err (staring at me) the one beside him.&lt;br /&gt;Aku: (smile ungayly)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: blah blah blah.. What'll happen to their balls?&lt;br /&gt;Aku &amp; Aneel: what?&lt;br /&gt;(it is based on what we really heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a time when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Imagine here you have some small red balls, and then you want to replace them with some much much larger balls.&lt;br /&gt;Students: (blur)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: these are small balls, and you have a big one, how're you going to replace them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2034180569649096785?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2034180569649096785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=2034180569649096785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2034180569649096785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2034180569649096785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/balls.html' title='Balls?'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1659870940074804067</id><published>2010-10-17T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:21:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't</title><content type='html'>It's hard to understand some people's taste in music. what's worse is when he's your roommate AND likes to put'em on loudspeakers. i mean, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck listens to agnes monica on loudspeakers? fags. &lt;br /&gt;There's also a song that the lyrics comprise of only the word ruby x9999, i mean, hell man for me that isn't even a song. &lt;br /&gt;And this faizal tahir crap which literally rapes my ear everytime he put it on loudpeakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look man, I know i listen to metal and crap but i dont do it on loudspeakers considering you guys don't like it. CONSIDERATION is everything man, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait considering i forgot bout some band named samson(s) idfc what's the name.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you samson(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1659870940074804067?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1659870940074804067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1659870940074804067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1659870940074804067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1659870940074804067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-cant.html' title='I just can&apos;t'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5103281603692702784</id><published>2010-10-16T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:46:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Pikiranmu Buatku Ragu</title><content type='html'>Minggu depan minggu AS jerman. 2 minggu lagi pun minggu AS juga. Pastu minggu Final. Pastu praktikal bla bla bla.. BODOH SIAL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5103281603692702784?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5103281603692702784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5103281603692702784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5103281603692702784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5103281603692702784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/jalan-pikiranmu-buatku-ragu.html' title='Jalan Pikiranmu Buatku Ragu'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1815201386569135301</id><published>2010-10-02T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:11:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'd like to eat with ya</title><content type='html'>tapi kau dah beli nasi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1815201386569135301?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1815201386569135301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1815201386569135301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1815201386569135301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1815201386569135301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/10/wed-like-to-eat-with-ya.html' title='We&apos;d like to eat with ya'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5593013817232718980</id><published>2010-09-24T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:42:59.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All I'd Ask From You</title><content type='html'>So one of my housemates asked, 'Kitorang slalu naik kete ko tapi tak bayar duit minyak. tak best la camtu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear friend I would never ask for money from you guys, all that I wish for is that you guys be my friends, live this life sharing our joyous and bitter moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with society today is that everyone (almost) has the mentality that everything that you do is ONLY for your own benefits. It's not and it should not ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever wanted is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be friends forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5593013817232718980?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5593013817232718980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5593013817232718980&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5593013817232718980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5593013817232718980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-all-id-ask-from-you.html' title='That&apos;s All I&apos;d Ask From You'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2732045404401106498</id><published>2010-09-20T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:19:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never felt that way for quite some time</title><content type='html'>Raya holidays, though filled with astronomical values of homework which I never completed anyway, I enjoyed it to the tiniest moment of it. I spent most of the time with my family and my friends, my real friends yeah. Though we used to fight a lot during our school days, maturity brought us together and thus here we are now. I never felt the way I felt during this recent holiday for a long time, yeah quite some time. Who knows perhaps that would be the last time?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/TJdP2N2MCJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q1NEiMfz3co/s200/62554_150465484984256_100000624165422_312213_8072982_n.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518967661214304402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/TJdP1-5vYyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wd7LK_qUGwI/s200/62051_157673640925083_100000473447099_448232_2063957_n.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518967657202672418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2732045404401106498?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2732045404401106498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=2732045404401106498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2732045404401106498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2732045404401106498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-felt-that-way-for-quite-some-time.html' title='Never felt that way for quite some time'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/TJdP2N2MCJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q1NEiMfz3co/s72-c/62554_150465484984256_100000624165422_312213_8072982_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4132932212863119990</id><published>2010-09-18T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:36:24.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I Could Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>Gila weh dengarla lagu ni Aqua nyanyi. Dah lame (dah) lagu ni. Dah 2 minggu cuti baru aku perasan &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HOMEWORK BELUM SENTUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;sambung buat homework lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4132932212863119990?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4132932212863119990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4132932212863119990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4132932212863119990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4132932212863119990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If Only I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5532641768796731355</id><published>2010-09-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:48:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bask in The Twilight</title><content type='html'>Do u guys know what twilight is? It's a gay vampire movie trilogy, yeah, hell NO. IT'S NOT.&lt;div&gt;I bet 90% of the world population do not know what is twilight. When you google 'twilight' you'll  find werewolves here, vampires there, gays here and the real definition on the fifth page  (ca. idk) So I wish that someday when yoU guys become fathers and mothers, please tell your sons and daughters what twilight really is and don't let things worsen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5532641768796731355?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5532641768796731355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5532641768796731355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5532641768796731355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5532641768796731355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-bask-in-twilight.html' title='I Bask in The Twilight'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7875005844902570647</id><published>2010-08-31T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:46:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As rice grains and roses fall at your feet, I'll be fine and You'll be fine</title><content type='html'>there's a habit of these people that I live with that I despise to the core. it is when studying they tend to alienate people they know. in this case, friends, off course. i know focus is important but what the hell? can't you invite your friends to study with you? does that makes you stupider? Low? I miss the good old days, good old friends. We know friends are those who would help us when we're in pinch and we would always be willing to help each other when the time comes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you see, here you find friends that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they don't understand something- "gotta find it myself, i can't be low by asking them, malu bapak aku sial aku tanya kat budak2 ni"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they know something unknown to others- "i'll keep this and make sure the others stay dumb, fukk them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everything's ok- "i'm happy and you guys can go fukk yourself"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when something's wrong- "help me, anyone? I'll be your best friend (at least 2 days)" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder what are friends for them. just a person living in the same hostel? or just dudes who eat on the same table with you in the cafeteria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't really explain what makes these people this way, but it sure has something to do with the 'great and superb' spm results. i just know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: lately i've been posting bout the same thing that i myself is feeling redundant but still i write what i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-flashy title really made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7875005844902570647?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7875005844902570647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7875005844902570647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7875005844902570647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7875005844902570647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-rice-grains-and-roses-fall-at-your.html' title='As rice grains and roses fall at your feet, I&apos;ll be fine and You&apos;ll be fine'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-334279427566386760</id><published>2010-08-14T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:38:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obesiti</title><content type='html'>So after about 2 years of slacking off, I found that my pants size increases by 4 (or 5 i just don't care). I was like "oh crap, gemok sial, dah la tak hensem, adoi" So recently, I decided to do something for a change. I went to the gym with my friends Dagu and Bangla (bukan nama sebenar). It was fun to realise that I couldn't even lift and balance a mere 5kg weight properly. I kept overlifting with my dominant hand, which I learned during my PE lessons is dangerous to the muscles/tendons/ligaments/whatever. The best part was that I didn't even do the cooling down exercise. I went home feeling all great and excited for being able to break some sweats after crappy years of hibernation. The next morning, the first words that came out was "ADOhyai" My arms, both of'em were in pain. I couldn't even straighten them. The maximum angle that I could form by trying to straighten my hands was app. 120 degrees. (for those who do not learn maths, the max angle for normal human being hands is 180 degrees.) so I went to the class acting all macho despite my unhandsomeness with my hands in the pockets. Thank God, it healed this morning, after 3 days of machoing around. Great. It was great. XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jul4vwPl5l0S7M:http://clarketowson.com/fitnessmodeling/albums/userpics/10001/normal_Clarke_Towson_Blue_Shirt_Black_Pants_Hands_in_Pockets.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;macho sial aku gi kelas camni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-334279427566386760?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/334279427566386760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=334279427566386760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/334279427566386760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/334279427566386760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/08/obesiti.html' title='Obesiti'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-807518219108670645</id><published>2010-07-24T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:30:48.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Moments Last Forever, Good Moments Gone Forever</title><content type='html'>Looking at the past was never a habit of mine, but when it comes to making friends, my friends of the past are what I really savour. Truth be told, I hate most of my 'friends' I've been living with now. These people are not really friends, they're just friends for the sake of being in the same institution. Worthless dudes with no common sense. You make friends and you care for your friends. It works that way, not the other way around. But for the people living here, friends are whom you rely on when you're in pinch and are eventually bastards when you're okay. They say that good moments last forever, but I realised that's just pure bullshit. Bad moments are the one that last forever. They haunt you forever, worse than Ju-On. Good moments just pass by and dissolve into thin air. Farewell good moments, I couldn't keep you in my heart. It's filled with bad memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-807518219108670645?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/807518219108670645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=807518219108670645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/807518219108670645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/807518219108670645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-moments-last-forever-good-moments.html' title='Bad Moments Last Forever, Good Moments Gone Forever'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1890109476868336557</id><published>2010-07-18T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:15:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Caring</title><content type='html'>I've a friend. A f***er of a friend. He's the type that tend to make people pity him for his 'ways' of living his life. But you see, this friend doesn't care. He doesn't care that people are caring for him. He cares only of his motherf**king self. In case you happen to be stupid and are not able to comprehend what I'm saying, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Malays call this "kacang tahi mati lagi bagus" eh, tak...&lt;div&gt;"Kacang lupakan kulit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucker of a friend, somehow realised people cared for his pitiful life, and decided that taking advantage of the situation is a f**king right thing to do. Well you see, it's f**king great and he's gonna be f**king happy with his life because people care about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he, he used them. He made his shit of a living out of people's kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. F**ker, when someone helps you, be sure you take it to the heart and try to help others, too. Not continuing to live pitifully and live with people's f**king help all the way. Even when you are so f**king retarded that you can't help a single soul, at least show some gratitude, not f**king around with that f**kface. I don't know how many dirty words had been used in this post, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1890109476868336557?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1890109476868336557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1890109476868336557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1890109476868336557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1890109476868336557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanks-for-caring.html' title='Thanks for Caring'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8370271558177149670</id><published>2010-06-28T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:21:38.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Norris'/><title type='text'>Chuck Norris</title><content type='html'>So 1st of all, do you guys know Chuck Norris? Well, for those who don't know it's quite okay since you don't get anything from knowing him. When I was 5, my dad used to say, when you grow up, be strong like chuck norris. When I asked  him "Who's this Chuck?" All he had to answer is, "He can do roundhouse kick" you know the half circle kick? The difference of his and others roundhouse kick is that his can cause a nuclear blast. So I looked up to this Chuck Norris and trained hard so that one day I can at least make a kick that causes fire. But, you see I failed. Until now I couldn't even produce sparks. I forgot about my dream and totally forgot about Chuck Norris. I decided to play games and read mangas instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, It ringed a bell when I saw a joke posted on Facebook on how Chuck Norris can tear pages from facebook. I giggled, a bit. I was more interested in 1 of the comments that said, when zombies bite Chuck, he doesn't turn into a zombie, but zombies'll turn into Chuck. I was like OMG this dude's a legend. So a legend he is, I searched for Chuck Norris' jokes just hoping someone could have listed some of the jokes. And a legend he is, he's got thousands of jokes on him ranging from "There are only 2 things that can cut diamonds, diamonds and Chuck Norris" and "Chuck Norris can get a Blackjack with only one card" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one's good too: The "Alien vs Predator" movie was originally entitled "Alien and Predator vs Chuck" but they cancelled it. Who would watch a movie that lasted for only 14 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dudes, this guy's really a legend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s.: So I happened to feel like, did my father really mean it when he said I should be that strong? Sorry if you don't find the jokes funny, at least I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gotesdelluna.net/weblog/images/Chuck-Norris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-8370271558177149670?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8370271558177149670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8370271558177149670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8370271558177149670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8370271558177149670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/06/chuck-norris.html' title='Chuck Norris'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5983102687378421975</id><published>2010-06-25T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:48:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan aku menangis dan aku terluka bila...</title><content type='html'>Aku ada sorang kawan. Oh aku bukan antisosial cuma kurang bersosial, aku ada ramai kawan tapi bukan sume kawan aku cuma aku yg kawan diorang. Ada juga yang kawan aku tapi aku tak suka jadi aku pon wat la tak endah aja. Ah dah melalut lagi. Aku ada seorang kawan mase sekolah menengah form 4-5, kawan baik. kami fly sesama, kantoi sesama, makan sesama, tidor asing2 tapi sblom tido borak sesama, main warcraft3 (sblom dota popular) sesama, dota pon sesama, cs pon sesama. Baling kasut kat mamat yg dibenci masa dia tidor sesama. Aku pernah berharap kesesamaan ni berkekalan tapi malangnya lepas graduasi, semuanya berubah. Oh, berubah bukan perkataannya. HILANG, ya hilang.  Ada jugak kitorang berhubung tapi hanya dengan telefon, garena dan messenger. Namun semuanya tidak lama. Genap setahun graduasi, semuanya hilang. Telefon tidak berangkat, sms tak berbalas, messenger tak pernah online, garena online tapi takde respon. Jauh di sudut hati, aku bertanya, sampai situ sahajakah? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ku ingat kau kawanku sampai bila2 tapi rupa2nya sampai graduasi aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or did something happened to u? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least tell me how you've been living for this one year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't accept another loss, I've lost too much in this life and I don't want to lose you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this post sounds gay and annoys/insults you in any way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;STFU, GTFO, IDGAF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;p.s.: &lt;/span&gt;Pete, if u're reading this, thanks sebab mengingatkan aku suka gak lagu Garasi-Hilang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5983102687378421975?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5983102687378421975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5983102687378421975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5983102687378421975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5983102687378421975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/06/dan-aku-menangis-dan-aku-terluka-bila.html' title='Dan aku menangis dan aku terluka bila...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6697040230649544945</id><published>2010-06-24T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:08:54.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's classic, not classy</title><content type='html'>People keep asking me why I don't ride motorcycle anymore when I do have one, when I used to, when everyone does. It's terrible when your mom forbids you from riding it but yeah that's my case. It's not her fault though. I hate it anyway, since that incident.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sometimes I asked my friends for no reasons "hey, why do you love riding motorcycle? It's dangerous y'know? Plus you're not wearing helmet and you ride damn fast" Most of'em said "Well, it's classy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6697040230649544945?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6697040230649544945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6697040230649544945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6697040230649544945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6697040230649544945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-classic-not-classy.html' title='It&apos;s classic, not classy'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-984410336262499739</id><published>2010-06-20T07:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:26:30.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, I hate you II</title><content type='html'>So it was a few weeks ago that I bought a new pc game (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;pirated? yes.&lt;/span&gt;.).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;COMMAND &amp;amp; CONQUER 4: TIBERIUM TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;for those who haven't played the C&amp;amp;C series (1,2,3,Generals,etc.) it's a series of strategy games mostly produced by EA that basically surpassed all the other stupid wannabe war games. i don't really care if you've no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HOWeVer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;this game turned out to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;CRAP, CRAP, CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and they said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"the developers wanted something different"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;this was not my actual response but slightly similar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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Celebrate the End...(jangan baca la bosan dowhhh)</title><content type='html'>Aku baru balik cuti 2 hari (1 hari setengah)..sungguh la best &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;separuh hari melangit (tidur mengadap langit) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ape yg bes?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.xde kucing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.xde golak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.xde birD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(golak dan bird bukan nama binatang seperti yg anda sangka)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bes SIAL CUTIIIIIII... esok paling best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; balik kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.:hari ni nak menanah pulak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5731221712294986429?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5731221712294986429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5731221712294986429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5731221712294986429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5731221712294986429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-tonight-well-celebrate-end.html' title='And Tonight We&apos;ll Celebrate the End...(jangan baca la bosan dowhhh)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6771438703799563847</id><published>2010-05-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:23:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Read, You Better Understand It Y'know??</title><content type='html'>I've seen a lot of people throughout my life. By a lot I mean hell yeah, uncountable y'know?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, there're so many things that I couldn't comprehend, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as usual i'm not gonna be a gay/girl by writing a long blog so let's get to it shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's about the Holy Book. As Muslims, our Book is Quran, the book of guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for other religions, I'm sure you have your own Holy Books right?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, who am I to write about the Holy Book? I'm gonna write about the people who read It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see some of my friends like to read the Quran whenever they have the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a good thing? Yeah, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you see, the sad thing is "Sie verstehen nur Bahnhof!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's the point of reading when you've no clue at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rude and it's a pain to think that it's different when we read an academic book for the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we read, read and read until we get what it really wanted say. We asked, we googled, we cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, when we read the book given by the God, we just read it blindly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the end of the day, we say: I'm a holyman, I read the Book of God (more than my room mate who does his prayer 10 times faster than me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't give excuses such as "I didn't learn Arabic so it's useless." Says who? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even 5 years of learning Arabic doesn't able me to understand more than half of the Quran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just a matter of that we try our best to understand the things that we read and say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to read more and get nothing of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's quite funny and yeah, pathetic when some of dudes that I know laughed to the fact that the Imam read the supposedly eating prayer during the Friday prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, the eating prayer goes like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Allah bless us, what you gave to us and may us be away from Hell's torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what part of it says "PLEASE READ WHEN YOU'RE EATING ONLY"?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave it to you guys to judge this but I'll say you gotta undesrtand what you read guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6771438703799563847?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6771438703799563847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6771438703799563847&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6771438703799563847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6771438703799563847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-read-you-better-understand-it.html' title='When You Read, You Better Understand It Y&apos;know??'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8913653024068983767</id><published>2010-05-16T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:38:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanjiao™.. (sorry lot, gotta borrow that)</title><content type='html'>there's a lanjiao of a fella that lives in the same house that Ware, Jeri, Tay and I live in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't hate him but i feel like spitting on his face SOMETIMES.. wait, actually ALL THE TIMES..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's a hardworking, working-hard, work-very-hard person when it comes to studying. He got good results in almost every exam/test that we had. And I do not hate him for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is, he has this mentality of an effin '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiasu"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'. i know it's typical but this guy's a kiasu to the extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't write here every single kiasu thing he'd done to me since it won't make me happier but pissed off, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday, he locks the front door everytime he's in contact with the door eventhough:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we, his roommates're in the room, few centimetres from the door in the middle of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we, his roommates're just hanging around the floor visiting our neighbours rooms (without keys, yes).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ah yes. He IS INSIDE the room. Wearing headphones, watching whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Kiasu/Lanjiao, i tell you ah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nobody's going to steal your laptop which you had hidden in your room everytime you lock the door, not over our dead bodies (sometimes YOUR dead body). Especially when your room is on the fourth floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people lock the door when NOBODY is inside. Not when you're inside. It doesn't make sense at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;please wash the toilet sometimes. It's not like I'm the one who's throwing the shits all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am pissed off even when I show my saint face to you everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-8913653024068983767?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8913653024068983767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8913653024068983767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8913653024068983767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8913653024068983767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/lanjiao-sorry-lot-gotta-borrow-that.html' title='Lanjiao™.. (sorry lot, gotta borrow that)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5427395704632900251</id><published>2010-05-09T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:42:31.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Thank you Mom, Dad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoY7wnx_7EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoY7wnx_7EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday my friend said: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call la mak kau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;esok hari ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, it's been ages since I wished for her on any ocassions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it mothers day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even, her birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like I don't know anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to express such things to my mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i'll just ask my sis n bro to wish in my place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things aren't what they used to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we used to talk about anything, everything together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it's just the important things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my study, dad's work, mom's school, households..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope one day, things would be just the way they were..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was 15 i thought to my self that I would be happy to die before my parents do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i still do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i just can't live without you guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5427395704632900251?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5427395704632900251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5427395704632900251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5427395704632900251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5427395704632900251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-mom-dad.html' title='Thank you Mom, Dad..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3506149242832428691</id><published>2010-05-06T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:18:57.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I lay I think I'm flatlining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3506149242832428691?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3506149242832428691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3506149242832428691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3506149242832428691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3506149242832428691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-i-lay-i-think-im-flatlining.html' title='As I lay I think I&apos;m flatlining'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-398540304820458924</id><published>2010-05-02T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:01:16.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just hate&apos;em'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just die already Jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>What goes around won't always come around</title><content type='html'>it was this time when i was on my way home away from the pain, away from you, but that's not it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i searched for my seat though i'm not stupid, my seat is number 4 just 4 rows from the front and even kids would've no problem with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the problem was, there was a makcik with her son occupying the 2 seats, which one of'em is MY seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought, that's not even a problem, half of the seats in the bus was empty so i could just sit anywhere and everyone would be happy. so without a word, i settled down on a seat behind the makcik with her son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, the real problem started an hour later. one thing I hate about bus trip going home is that they don't bring you straight to kuantan but s.alam-klang-rumah abu-rumah siti-rumah dollah-kuantan. we're lucky we don't need to pay extra for s.alam-klang trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at klang, there's this girl, this whore, this bitch, who woke me up from my sleep just to clarify that that's her fucking seat and she insisted to sit there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said: "lah, blakang banyak kosong lagi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said: "goodbye" taklah, she said "tengok tiket, lah no 4 ni ha depan ni je", pointing at the makcik and her son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like hah kan ade orang tuh aku tak kurang hajo macam ko halau2.. dah la bas kosong je duduk je la mana2 babiiii, but i kept it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realising people started staring, which she obviously didn't care I took my bag and moved to an empty seat far from her, considering I wouldn't want to sit near to that asshole of a bitch, cause that would be disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said to myself, "i guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Justin  Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; and Jonas Brothers are assholes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.: perhaps someday it'll come around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-398540304820458924?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/398540304820458924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=398540304820458924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/398540304820458924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/398540304820458924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-goes-around-wont-always-come.html' title='What goes around won&apos;t always come around'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-36394728611216473</id><published>2010-04-30T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:22:11.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder, you wonder, he wonders, she wonders, they wonder, we wonder..</title><content type='html'>pamm!!! clean headshot.. then we (especially me) laughed.. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/profile.php?id=100000499668652&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jeeva&lt;/a&gt; (single) screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wei please, bagi la aku main .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shooting someone in the head is laughable &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IN VIDEO GAMES&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not funny at all when you shoot a 15-year-old unarmed civilian &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;between the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(or eyebrows, whatever..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm not here to discuss that, but to say how I wonder what really happened during that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're different versions of story with totally different sets of plots..&lt;br /&gt;why ?!&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;someone is lying&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I don't fuckin know&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a parang was found in the bonet of the car. so what? my father kept parang under the backseat of his car. does that makes him one of geng parang or some sort?&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;my father is not an ajk of geng parang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;take a look at the deceased's face, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he won't rob you even with a stolen 20cents knife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell a hella lot of politicians would be interested in this case if the details of what happened that night is still a mystery? perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;they know something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder too, WtF is some 15's doing out of home driving some car in the middle of the night. yeah, I went to 7e sometimes but i dont take my mother's car and go for an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;especially-police-killing-spree&lt;/span&gt; just to get shot at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that officer should be promoted or brought into the special force for his accuracy. even &lt;a href="http://callofduty.wikia.com/wiki/James_Ramirez"&gt;Ramirez&lt;/a&gt; would have a hard time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an interesting thing to think upon is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;you don't say that you know your children THAT WELL&lt;/span&gt; that you can't believe he'd do stupid things. you don't. I never told my mom that I ponteng sekolah once upon a time and I don't mencarut in front of her even when I used to mencarut over every single thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot to death. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he must've knew something&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;what? God knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;not a speculation&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;my curiosity&lt;/span&gt; of what really happened back then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-Fatihah to the deceased and may God bless his soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.: in the end, the case looks mysterious enough that the mystery level matches the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy_assassination"&gt;assasination of J.F. Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Diana,_Princess_of_Wales"&gt;Princess Diana's 'accident'&lt;/a&gt;. kudos to the conspirator(s) or whatever you call yourself(ves). perhaps a box-office film would be fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for fun, i'd like to quote myself of when i was playing assasin's creed 2 the other day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;shit..dia nampak aku (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sila isi dengan apa2 perbuatan jahat&lt;/span&gt;), mesti bunuh dia sblom dia bagitau orang..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-36394728611216473?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/36394728611216473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=36394728611216473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/36394728611216473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/36394728611216473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wonder-you-wonder-he-wonders-she.html' title='I wonder, you wonder, he wonders, she wonders, they wonder, we wonder..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7958774353136437593</id><published>2010-04-27T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:20:39.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bull je sume tuh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"sekolah tu best gila.. bila dah tinggal sekolah baru la korang akan rasa sekolah tu best.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; bull je sume tuh.. mane mungkin skolah lagi best.. sebab:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kat sekolah rambut takleh panjang sikit, sume cikgu jeles terutamanya dato' K. (nama sebenar) mungkin sebab rambut die xstail..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bile balik outing dato' k. tuduh aku hisap rokok sebab seluar aku kecik bawah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dato K. slalu marah aku sebab pergi bersiar-siar di bandar klang.. sekarang nak pergi malibu pon boleh..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku rasa nak lempang budak bilik depan aku, budak kelas sebelah n budak yang bilik hujung sekali belah kiri depan tandas. tapi diorang bapok..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku nk lempang soleh sebab die lepuk aku tiba2 tapi die KP n badar jadi susah sket..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;senior marah aku sebab aku kenal avril lavigne, tapi dia kantoi melakukan perkara terkutuk..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;member aku marah aku dan cakap dengar lagu yang bukan nasyid tu haram sebab melalaikan kita dengan tuhan tapi sekarang aku tengok seronok die melayan ceritera cinta di tepian pantai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dulu homework tak siap cikgu denda skrg homework tak buat cikgu kata padan muka bila result kluar..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dulu pergi kelas lambat kena denda skrg masuk kelas lambat kena gelak je..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dulu aku bodo pon orang cakap pandai, sekarang aku sedar korang dulu tipu aku je..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dulu tiap hari makan benda sama, sekarang ko nak makan ke taknak suka hati ko..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mse kat skolah takde laptop sekarang nah kau jemu tengok laptop ni..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: dato' K. tak bersalah, tapi perangai die masalah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s2:taklah mane bleh salahkan die, die ambil berat je..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s3:jeles cakap ah jeles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7958774353136437593?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7958774353136437593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7958774353136437593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7958774353136437593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7958774353136437593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/bull-je-sume-tuh.html' title='bull je sume tuh..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7378696124210016352</id><published>2010-04-26T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:24:57.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the AH</title><content type='html'>I love how God had created different types of people in the world.&lt;div&gt;you have an intelligent boy, you have an honest girl, you have a crooked grandma, you can have any type that you want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't escape from having...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSHOLE(S)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are different type of AssHoles I discovered through my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who locks the door from the inside and listens to damned headphones, knowing he does not live alone in the damned room in the middle of the day where no friggin thief's gonna snatch your cheap laptop while his friends without the room keys went to the opposite room discussing how the world's gonna end anytime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who eats anything without asking permission of the owner. aww.. what a cheap bastard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who treats friends like shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who is damn lazy like a pig (that's me included)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who is so stupid that he/she can't understand simple/stupid things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AH who would get angry by just simple/stupid things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is, everyone has their own AH inside of them, screaming:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just that we want to discover it or not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7378696124210016352?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7378696124210016352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7378696124210016352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7378696124210016352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7378696124210016352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/attack-of-ah.html' title='attack of the AH'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1106550570735515574</id><published>2010-04-25T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:26:53.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s just a map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota is a game? no'/><title type='text'>The disadvantages of spending long hours playing stupid video games</title><content type='html'>today I'd like to discuss the ugly world of game freaks &lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I can't..&lt;br /&gt;my friends ajak me dota. so, later guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1106550570735515574?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1106550570735515574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1106550570735515574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1106550570735515574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1106550570735515574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/disadvantages-of-spending-long-hours.html' title='The disadvantages of spending long hours playing stupid video games'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7719097613003346967</id><published>2010-04-18T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:50:16.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't start...</title><content type='html'>dearest friends,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why don't we just talk bout people who change when they've become some wannabe artists?? how the people who WERE their friends are now nothing but dipshits who could be 'shitted' anytime. You feel me? i hope you do cause you're not stupid. Unless you're stupid and low like me and had to attend KACA like I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we never hated you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you despise us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dipsheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7719097613003346967?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7719097613003346967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7719097613003346967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7719097613003346967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7719097613003346967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-start.html' title='don&apos;t start...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6072386400037391296</id><published>2010-04-06T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:01:55.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau..</title><content type='html'>Maka aku pernah mendengar seorang sahabatku bertanya: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apakah cara nak bidas jika seseorang berkata: "mengapa tidak boleh berhasad dengki, sedangkan pada zaman Rasulullah juga ada yang berhasad. Bukankah mereka hidup sezaman dengan Rasulullah? kita tak sehebat mereka" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh.. kalau macam tu apa kata kita tanya diri sendiri ataupun orang yang bertanya tu tanyalah diri sendiri..adakah manusia akhir zaman ni ditakdirkan untuk beramai-ramai memenuhi neraka? dengan alasan nabi tidak lagi bersama kita? in case YOU haven't noticed, Rasulullah left us with the holy Quran and his Sunnahs not to be played politically... mengapa tidak tanyakan kenapa tidak murtad sedangkan pada zaman Rasulullah juga wujud golongan murtad, munafik, dan macam2 lagi.. hidayah datang daripada Allah dan usaha hamba2nya sendiri.. jangan perbodohkan diri tanya soalan2 begitu..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not even a valid question to start with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not also a fan of questions such as "why the government didn't do this, do that??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why don't you go and ask the PM himself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. ini cme pandangan aku.. harapan agar tidak timbul soalan yg aku kira agak bodoh untuk ditanyakan kepada seorang pelajar, mahupun seorang rakyat yang tiada pengaruh dalam sistem pemerintahan negara LANGSUNG..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6072386400037391296?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6072386400037391296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6072386400037391296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6072386400037391296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6072386400037391296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/kalau.html' title='Kalau..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7194410617921821490</id><published>2010-04-03T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:50:15.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They look like lies..</title><content type='html'>Your words, they do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7194410617921821490?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7194410617921821490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7194410617921821490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7194410617921821490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7194410617921821490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/04/they-look-like-lies.html' title='They look like lies..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2927385002320389613</id><published>2010-03-29T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:12:11.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 more day'/><title type='text'>Even When We'd be There No More</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been reading my friends' blogs enthusiastically. as ususal, that's not the point. what got my attention was Annas' blog entitled:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodplan223day.blogspot.com/2010/03/wenn-du-nur-einen-tag-leben-wuerdest.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wenn du nur einen Tag leben wuerdest,... (When you only have one day more to live,...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;And I've been thinking what would I do if I'm to be in the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet, hours of thinking brought me nowhere near the answers I sought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's just too much things to do then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's true when they say human are just cowards, acting tough all life long, scared to the bones when facing the death itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, probability of knowing my dying time is not that great anyway. so, let's live this life to the fullest and make sure when we die, people would remember us because of the good things we've done and not the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2927385002320389613?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2927385002320389613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=2927385002320389613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2927385002320389613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2927385002320389613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-when-wed-be-there-no-more.html' title='Even When We&apos;d be There No More'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2309751640696872318</id><published>2010-03-28T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:30:21.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenyang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ulser'/><title type='text'>-To Eat With You-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eat With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song about a boy&lt;br /&gt;Can't tease (him) when I'm around him&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait here everyday&lt;br /&gt;In case he'd want to eat&lt;br /&gt;He'll never notice (anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna waste these money&lt;br /&gt;To eat with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I forgot to invite you&lt;br /&gt;But you said "I wanted to eat"&lt;br /&gt;These lines so well rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied and you thought&lt;br /&gt;I'll never notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna waste these money&lt;br /&gt;To eat with you."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not your stomach"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna waste these money&lt;br /&gt;To eat with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tepilah, Tepilah"&lt;br /&gt;"what more do you want huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tepilah, Tepilah"&lt;br /&gt;"everyone please"&lt;br /&gt;"Tepilah, Tepilah"&lt;br /&gt;"what more do you want huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tepilah, tepilah"&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna waste these money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna waste these money&lt;br /&gt;To eat with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not hungry"&lt;br /&gt;(Tepilah, Tepilah, what more do you want huh?)&lt;br /&gt;"This is not your stomach"&lt;br /&gt;(tepilah, Tepilah, everyone please)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna waste these money&lt;br /&gt;(Tepilah, tepilah , what more do you want huh?)&lt;br /&gt;To eat with YOU!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou can sing this according to the song 'About a girl' sang by -The academy is...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all credit goes to the band and the 'boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lyricsDiv" align="left"   style="visibility: hidden;   font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span id="lyrics" style="visibility: visible; height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2309751640696872318?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2309751640696872318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=2309751640696872318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2309751640696872318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2309751640696872318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-eat-with-you.html' title='-To Eat With You-'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4950797014255243856</id><published>2010-03-27T09:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:50:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be the next to fail me?</title><content type='html'>Again..another Saturday morning, I'd say majestic, fantastic and all but sorry the mood's in the way..As days go by I get more and more depressed with how I live my life here..I think this is what they call 'Absolute Depression', a state where depression is absolute (mutlak) and almost uncurable..masking my sorrow with happy faces, stupid jokes that only I comprehend or laugh to, as if nothing's wrong with my pitiful life IS the only way I managed to move on..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dragging my (almost) dead body, I sprayed some water to myself, got dressed up and made my way to the campus.. today's a big day, yeah.. there's some sort of a carnival goin on there.. even when I knew this stupid carnival won't make me any better, it's better than facing this lappy all day long.. man, I really need a Freundin..LoL.. I wonder how ugly dudes around the world managed to get themselves some beauties.. Truly I envy'em.. this may sound desperate but I'm not actually..for real.. hmm.. life goes on still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4950797014255243856?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4950797014255243856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4950797014255243856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4950797014255243856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4950797014255243856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-you-be-next-to-fail-me.html' title='Will you be the next to fail me?'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5975265532828101270</id><published>2010-03-19T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:27:28.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Kau Buat Hal Lagi-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hari ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kau buat hal lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hari itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kau buat hal juga..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku memang sudah masak dengan perangai dikau..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku sangat faham dengan sifat semulajadi (nature) mu yang tidak boleh menerima kekalahan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang tidak enaknya, engkau..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pabila hendak melakukan hal tidak lagi mengira orang-orang di sekeliling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sahabat-handai, musuh-musuh mahupun anjing kurap adalah sama sahaja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanya kesedapan kepalamu diambil kira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kau adalah tuhan duniamu sendiri maka sesungguhnya manusia lain adalah sampah-sampah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang harus mengikut alunan kedut kepala otakmu itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku tidak rela (refuse)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;untuk menjadi antara sampah-sarapmu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dengan tunduk kepada amukanmu sambil berkata..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"betul juga katanya.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"semuanya salahku.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;boleh dinyanyikan/disajakkan dengan apa2 nada/irama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;selain &lt;/span&gt;'30 secondToMars-Attack'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ditujukan kepada sahabat yang disayangi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5975265532828101270?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5975265532828101270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5975265532828101270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5975265532828101270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5975265532828101270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/kau-buat-hal-lagi.html' title='-Kau Buat Hal Lagi-'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4578969312563240312</id><published>2010-03-15T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:45:08.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Meant To..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dearest Friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think by now you'd already realise how I'd tried so hard to distant myself from you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to be someone else, yet nothing had ever change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pains me every second to be away from a good friend which only comes once in an eternity..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that I want to sever this tie we'd forged all these times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but there're always vile eyes staring in jealousy and envy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(mata-mata yg tidak merestui persahabatan kita ceewaaaAAAAAAAAAhh)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't want to be the victim of these vileness anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope that my beautiful lie will someday come to an end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we would be close friends again, spending time together, laughing, crying, screaming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise you, everything'll be just like what it used to be someday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I hope so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I'll be able to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'M FINALLY FREE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s.: it's kinda like a gay post since the 'Friend' here is a guy..I just hope this 'Friend' will get to read this and know that :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I never meant to run away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4578969312563240312?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4578969312563240312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4578969312563240312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4578969312563240312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4578969312563240312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-never-meant-to.html' title='I Never Meant To..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3102632657738868841</id><published>2010-03-07T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:14:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't break me down</title><content type='html'>one  of the loved and respected guards in blues said to me: "heyya, get your hair cut by the end of this week or else..." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or else what? i'm all stressed out with my lessons and exams/tests and you gonna get me into trouble just cause m'hair's a bit longer than others and not as long as the yellow dudes passing by? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; gimme &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; crap.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3102632657738868841?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3102632657738868841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3102632657738868841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3102632657738868841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3102632657738868841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-break-me-down.html' title='can&apos;t break me down'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1969018312946692269</id><published>2010-02-21T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:56:39.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I even spelled &apos;annoying&apos; wrongly'/><title type='text'>To the Sound of the 'Chalkboard Symphony' played with Nails</title><content type='html'>The title itself is a kind of plagiarism of a line from a 'HIM' song which is quite a trend (plagiarism is the trend, not HIM) nowadays. The term itself is mysterious in which I failed to find an exact meaning to it. BUT, the only word that I managed to extract from the term is: ANNOYING, got it? A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G. Today itself is the day where I get annoyed the most with almost every turn of events that crossed my pitiful life. And now I myself is annoyed of these psych-term which is a pain be it in theory or even in practice. For those who do not comprehend what I'm fussing myself about, no problem guys. it's not that important either, just a blank post, expressing the anoyying 'psych-o-ness' of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1969018312946692269?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1969018312946692269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1969018312946692269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1969018312946692269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1969018312946692269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-sound-of-chalkboard-symphony-played.html' title='To the Sound of the &apos;Chalkboard Symphony&apos; played with Nails'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1483488289872793756</id><published>2010-02-06T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:03:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crybabies Can Go HOme ANd LiCk YouR OwN D**Ks!!!</title><content type='html'>i've been living here for a long time and it makes me sick to see that majority of this 'highly-intelligent' (zz now i've grown retarded that I can't even spell 'intelligent' abruptly like i used to) students consists of a bunch of crybabies who can't accept even insignificant/dumb/stupid/small/private/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I-ONLY-SAY-IT-TO-YOU-WITHOUT-HAVING-ANYONE-ELSE-AROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jokes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sometimes, SOME OF'EM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can even go to a state where you need to greet'em with "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hello sir, how do you do? how may I be of service? can i lick your shoes, your highness?&lt;/span&gt;" or else they'll get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off SUBconciously.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, if you're having the same problem, the only way you can get away from this type of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;scums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is to stop any casual conversation and just stick to the ususal '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;what class do you have next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;when's the next test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"(when they just happen to be asking, make sure you reply with not more than 3 words and just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;nods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;shakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and I'm sure you'll be just fine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;good luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1483488289872793756?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1483488289872793756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1483488289872793756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1483488289872793756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1483488289872793756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/02/crybabies-can-go-home-and-lick-your-own.html' title='Crybabies Can Go HOme ANd LiCk YouR OwN D**Ks!!!'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8013451784724588311</id><published>2010-01-18T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:03:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...WOW...WoW!!</title><content type='html'>WoW which stands for the infamous World of Warcraft is an MMORPG(i won't explain this easy abb.)which I'm into recently. In case you don't know what it is, stop reading. U'll not understand this post...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before, I've heard of rumours in which people could be so addicted to it that they practically swap the WoW life with theirs..WTF?? but now, that I've tried it I realised how unimpossible it is. the world, the characters, everything is addictive that i believe almost no MMORPG-lover with a working computer and internet connection would ignore it. Some could even severe ties with family and friends just because of this game. That's sad if you ask me.. Besides, even I am currently addicted to the game. (even when I'm only playing in a private server which provide exp boost (faster lvl-ing)and etc.) I'll try not to overdo it..(yeah I really am trying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna explain about the game. Find it yourself if you're interested..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly..Just one of my favourite quotes from a person I know about this game..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know your a heavy World of Warcraft player when WoW starts interferring with your life. You know your a WoW addict when your life starts interferring with your LIFE...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-8013451784724588311?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8013451784724588311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8013451784724588311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8013451784724588311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8013451784724588311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/01/wowwowwow.html' title='Wow...WOW...WoW!!'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4324968012208192422</id><published>2010-01-16T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:27:40.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Wrong? You're NOT Wrong? Im the one who SHOULD say sorry? You're the VICTIM? Fuck YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-4324968012208192422?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4324968012208192422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4324968012208192422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4324968012208192422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4324968012208192422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-wrong-youre-not-wrong-im-one-who.html' title='I AM Wrong? You&apos;re NOT Wrong? Im the one who SHOULD say sorry? You&apos;re the VICTIM? Fuck YOU'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6151640617271555911</id><published>2009-12-21T22:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:30:14.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If YoU Can't Accept It, Just Go to ....</title><content type='html'>Before I say anything, here's something (un)worthy to be seen..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/Sy7jL8AHatI/AAAAAAAAEqk/gef43s49oPQ/s320/racist+in+facebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, this is the sad truth of our people now.....these brats should  really leave this country rather than keep spreading this 'bodoh' hate..think your english is so good? go to hell, ungrateful brats... the good thing is that guy sure have a pair of quite majestic balls considering how he posted something like that UNanonymously, even with his picture... (what a soh*i) and that girl, she won't last long in that 'ghost place'...you really hate malays that much? you really think we are pigs? u really fuckin think that malays are that low? As far as I'm concerned, i've never seen yet any Indians and even the hated Malays posting something so 'Babi-ish' to other races in a social network web.. why 'd you have to go and start it? I won't continue bcoz my friend once said that long blogs are for gays/girls...so, as the good citizen of '1 Malaysia', how do you feel about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6151640617271555911?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6151640617271555911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6151640617271555911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6151640617271555911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6151640617271555911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-cant-accept-it-just-go-to.html' title='If YoU Can&apos;t Accept It, Just Go to ....'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/Sy7jL8AHatI/AAAAAAAAEqk/gef43s49oPQ/s72-c/racist+in+facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3431401117352562374</id><published>2009-12-08T12:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:43:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'stsicar CFK' ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This happenned when we were on our way to Kedah..we stopped for lunch at a 'kawasan rehat' (gunung semanggol i think) which happened to have a KFC outlet..my lil bro who seemed to be posssesed by the Colonel Sanders insisted that we must have our luch there..while eating, came a few men and women (or I'd rather say uncles and aunties) dressing under the same dress code, (even 'face' code) which I assumed as a folks from an organisation having a trip to/from (whatever) somewhere in the north..putting that aside as it never mattered to me..however, what happened next is a painful sight which can be categorised as 18pa..I won't describe it but i'm sure u know what i really mean..there was clear social disconnection between races in our country..what I mean is, as we can see, we are shouting/fighting/working for '1 Malaysia' but the folks themselves have yet shown any enthusiasm towards it..i guess it's never a wonder to see in colleges or schools how so not '1 Malaysia' our country is. it's not the new generation's fault, it's what they saw/see in their predecessors, what they see/saw with their own eyes..i'm not a nationalist nor a significant countryman but i'm a citizen who cares about where this is heading..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***if u haven't notice by now, read it backwards, lumpy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3431401117352562374?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3431401117352562374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3431401117352562374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3431401117352562374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3431401117352562374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/12/stsicar-cfk.html' title='&apos;stsicar CFK&apos; ***'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-588691980871110876</id><published>2009-12-01T13:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:30:23.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just hate&apos;em'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just die already Jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>I've seen some people listing their mp3s'/ipods' playlists so here I am, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bragging&lt;/span&gt; about mine..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tokio Hotel-Attention &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I really like their new sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tokio Hotel-Durch den Monsun/Monsoon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this never gets old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinema Bizarre-Forever or Never &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(adults dressed like 15-year-old girls, fangirls/gays go screamin when they see one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HIM-Venus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Love Metal ftw!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HIM-Killing Loneliness &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the reason I listen to this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate Voegele-99 Times&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (she's...err..watch the MV and MAYBE u'll get what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alucard-Dead Romantic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Belgian [love?] Metal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alucard-Cold &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alesana-This Conversation is Over &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(for now..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alesana-Daggers Speaks Louder Than Words&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (trust me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silverstein-Vices &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(we have our sins, our vices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rasmus-Funeral Song &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(just die already..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Chemical Romance-It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(quite long, isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funeral for a Friend-Juneau &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a treat for those who can pronounce this right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Charlotte-Predictable &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I knew it all along~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not gonna tell u what those songs are all about..Interested?search for'em yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As U can see, I'm not like some people who hang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jonas Brothers'&lt;/span&gt; posters in their room and sing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"High School Musical OST"&lt;/span&gt; while showering.. no offense, it's just I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'em for no obvious reason..One more thing, don't blame me for this dull/lame post..it's my blog, after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. sorry, I'm really out of ideas nowadays.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-588691980871110876?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/588691980871110876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=588691980871110876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/588691980871110876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/588691980871110876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6196123341262071180</id><published>2009-11-23T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:23:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Phantom Arrows Fly!</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting in my room, in front of my pc, surfing the net, dloding stuffs, killing time of my life...this is a holiday after all..the chilling rain just kept my selsema-bab* (bab*here refers to the situation, not the actual thing) getting bad and worse and eventually worst.. it's been a while since I last posted in this blog.. well, I was occupied with matters which I personally found more worthy to spend my time with, rather than wasting my life with this. However, I decided that sometimes I'll try to write something to make sure I won't lose my writing ability. I can see that the way I write now is nothing better than what I used to when I was in primary school.. so, yeah, I'm losing my writing skills day by day..Practice?? nah...The only thing I feel like doing now is pawning Lotfi with cold arrows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6196123341262071180?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6196123341262071180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6196123341262071180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6196123341262071180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6196123341262071180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-i-am-sitting-in-my-room-in-front.html' title='Let Phantom Arrows Fly!'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7955941900425014996</id><published>2009-09-26T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:11:58.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Ugly (now) It used to be beautiful (long ago)</title><content type='html'>Dah lame sgt aku mengepost dlm bahasa penjajah..Kali ini akan ku poskan posku dlm bahasa kebangsaan yang makin dilupai ramai..berlatarkan lagu 'the world is ugly (demo/live)' dari album mcr seterusnya yg ntah ble nk kuar..Bebaru neh aku pulang ke kampong bapaku di Terengganu..Secara kasarnya, agak bosan dan bosan dan bosan, tapi... bosan gak... akhirnye aku kebuntuan dan kebosanan di sana...yg menemaniku hanyalah msj2 raya dari rakan2ku dari seluruh malaysia dan guru jerman peribadiku, Mr.Lotfi Treneman yg xjemu2 menguji ketangkasanku mengetext sms berbahasa jerman sambil memandu/mandi/main game/borak ngan pakcik/menonton filem 'jangan tegur' dan aktiviti2 lain... Err... tapi2 ini bukanlah ape yg ku maw ceritakan di  sini.. Tujuanku adalah untuk menceritakan tentang suatu perisiwa yg menarik.. Aku diberitau yg beberapa hari seblom raya (mase bulan pose) rumah aki ku (Atuk lelaKI LOL) telah diceroboh oleh 2 org perompak..yg menjadi mangsa ialah tokwanku (isteri datukku@nenekku) yg baru pulang dari pasar..dia mendapati pintu yg tadinya berkunci rapat telah terpelahang (terbuka luas) tokwan ku yg masuk ke dalam telah diserang oleh 2 org lelaki tersebut dan ditekup muka ke lantai sambil seorang daripada lelaki2 itu menggeledah apa2 yg boleh dirompak..setelah mengebas telefon bimbit dan beberapa barangan kemas kedua2 suspek melarikan diri dengan sebuah motosikal yang disyaki telah dicuri (LOL tambah je la) aki ku yg mmg unsuspecting berada di dalam biliknya bersolat asar sepanjang tragedi itu berlaku..walau pape un, Alhamdulillah xde perkara buruk selain dirompak berlaku kat diorang..Satu yg aku respek, tokwan aku x menunjukkan even a slightest bit of trauma pon after kejadian tuh..Semasa kitorang nk berangkat pulang, (kitorang family yg last nk blah dari rumah aki mase tuh) hatiku masih riso dgn kelamatan diorang...Nampaknye manusia srg mmg dah semakin hampeh dan bodoh.. Merompak/membunuh dah jadi lumrah plak..Mgkn kiamat yg dijanjikan dah x lame lagi..masalah skrg neh, cukupka amalan kite??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7955941900425014996?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7955941900425014996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7955941900425014996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7955941900425014996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7955941900425014996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-is-ugly-now-it-used-to-be.html' title='The World Is Ugly (now) It used to be beautiful (long ago)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-823639647860287378</id><published>2009-09-20T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:32:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya? (or should I say Semoga Selamat Hari Raya??)</title><content type='html'>Every year, this day is the one day in which everyone's  waiting and longing for. When it comes around, people celebrated like there's never gonna be a next day to it (semua orang beraya sakan). They kept saying "we celebrate raya as a sign of success/victory in going through Ramadhan (the fasting month)" Truly, I wonder how many of them really know what it means to be victorious on this day like what the Prophet Muhammad had mentioned in his Hadith. Even I have a blurry definition of the "success" that our people have made nowadays. I can't see where's the falaah (victory) that we celebrated all these times. I'm not the best person to comment on this but honestly I'm tired seeing this went around every year. Even the statistics say it all. All I can say is that WE ARE LOSING IN THIS, NOT WINNING.. hmpphh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Think..&lt;br /&gt;U're all grownups so stop asking for details when u can think for yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-823639647860287378?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/823639647860287378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=823639647860287378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/823639647860287378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/823639647860287378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-or-should-i-say.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya? (or should I say Semoga Selamat Hari Raya??)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3596564434999289481</id><published>2009-09-12T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:41:40.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm in Serious dipSh*t</title><content type='html'>It's been long since the last post. Lately I've been busy doing a lot of (crappy) things at the hostel. Recently there's been a few tests going on and those tests really pissed me off. The best thing was that I failed my physics. LOL.. wth's going on?? maybe I should change my ways of doing things from now on (MAYBE)... Most of all, I would like to apologise to my dear KI-ans for having brought such disgrace to all of you guys. So, yeah, I'm in serious dipSHIT now..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"been holdin on forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;promise me that when i'm gone you'll kill my enemies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3596564434999289481?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3596564434999289481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3596564434999289481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3596564434999289481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3596564434999289481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-im-in-serious-dipsht.html' title='Now I&apos;m in Serious dipSh*t'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1457448766982131706</id><published>2009-08-26T01:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:27:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWAT Lobby Stupidness</title><content type='html'>The other day I was playing SWAT:Aftermath (a WC3 custom map) with some fellas which I barely knows. My ID is scyth3z...here goes the dialogue that occured while we're making the class call..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: briefing transmission...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reaperz yang: don't forget ur nanites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z:yea, unless u wanna die stupidly fast then complain like mother******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaperz Yang: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: yea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lAimanHaziql: yela..go la fast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieman123:gogogogogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: wait la we're making a class call...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leeshaoron: wat means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: zzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leeshaoron: wat lai de??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: diam7 la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leeshaoron: u la diam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: english so bad still bising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: alrite listen up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: now everyone decide what class u're gonna use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reaperz yang: i sniper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: guess i'll use my pyrotech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: no choice, psychologist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieman123: i wan assassin (no such thing la asshole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laimanhaziql: i wanna be dude (wtf??another asshole??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xforgottencpx: tactician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alkm: medic!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leeshaoron: cincai...fas lai de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: fas2...u sure die fast la cb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leeshaoron: zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dczb123: okay then..let's move out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game starting 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game starting 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reaperz yang: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game starting 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scyth3z: die la u leemoron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game starting 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game starting 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally this leemoron died tragically, raped by the zombies and no one really bothers to save him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1457448766982131706?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1457448766982131706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1457448766982131706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1457448766982131706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1457448766982131706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/08/swat-lobby-stupidness.html' title='SWAT Lobby Stupidness'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8336160665150593904</id><published>2009-08-18T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:03:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ******* Laptop Go ******* Lag</title><content type='html'>Actually there's nothing really to write. HOWEVER, since my beloved laptop suddenly went slow a few days ago...I'll write something to ease my *******ness. Actually it didn't went slow, it lags fantastically and magically stopped a few minutes after booting. Furthermore, the thing that's making this more interesting is that I don't have even the slightest idea of what's wrong with the laptop other than the fact that the laptop has the same age as my youngest brother who "studies"(i'd rather say plays) in the kindergarten. Maybe my laptop had adopted one(or more) viruses from a laptop which belongs to a friend of mine. It's funny when this fella actually breeds viruses in his laptop even when his brother kinda REPAIRS computer.(that's what i heard from another friend of mine) So, my dilemma is I don't know whether I should repair it AGAIN or buy a brand new one which shouldn't disappoint me in the next few years to come. Most of all, Ich bin traurig, mein komputer ist kaputt. Aber ich bin glücklich denn Laila ist da. (hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-8336160665150593904?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8336160665150593904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8336160665150593904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8336160665150593904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8336160665150593904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-laptop-go-lag.html' title='My ******* Laptop Go ******* Lag'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7494718924495461309</id><published>2009-07-31T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:35:42.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kälte (finale)</title><content type='html'>I had my Asar prayer before going to sleep. I couldn't withstand the cold any longer. When I woke up, It was 8 p.m. Even when my body was unwilling, I forced it to move. "Maghrib's gonna be over soon..." Done my Maghrib prayer and decided to go eat something. By then I realised that a few of my friends at the blocks also were having fever. Bird, Syaoran, Botak and Palau said that they've been feeling unwell and actually went to the -CLINIC (panel) WITH THE BEST BUSINESS HOURS-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided that the next day we're gonna ask the Residential Staff to bring us for a proper treatment/diagnostic. We, the Six Sick Deutsch Students went to have our dinner together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, before going to sleep, I recollected everything that happen that day. I seldom did this, maybe because of my sickness. It's true when people say that we tend to remember our God more when we're in our hardtimes even when we're supposed to do so all the time. Maybe all those tragedies that happened that day were blessings in disguise meant to guide me to the right path, to make me realise that I'm a bit forgetful of Him and to ensure my continuity of holding the true religion. Who knows? God knows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7494718924495461309?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7494718924495461309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7494718924495461309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7494718924495461309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7494718924495461309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/kalte-finale.html' title='Kälte (finale)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1811996027224950269</id><published>2009-07-29T09:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:56:23.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kälte (part3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As promised...After about 30 minutes of sunbathing at the crowded bus stop, the sight of the next bus was like the Heaven's coming down on Earth. Finally, I got a ride with no Mr. DBD (refer to part 1 and 2). All hail me!! Then the journey became normal as it should be. Arriving at Cendana, I rushed to my room, take some medications (no details needed here) and went to sleep, ignoring the fact that all students were required to be at the Main Hall(I'm sick so what?). Around 4 p.m., I woke up, sweating, cold sweat. I decided to go to the nearby clinic for a med-check. After finishing the usual procedures, Nazwan (my roommate) and I went to the clinic. Upon arriving at the so called clinic, my hopes were shattered by the look of it which resembled a high security prison. What the hell? Who would rob a clinic? And the sign 'CLOSED' confirmed my suspicion. What?? closed?? I checked the business hours and it said:  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUSINESS HOURS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekdays:(don't remember but it's normal for a clinic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:8a.m.-1p.m.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:6.30p.m.-??p.m.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case I haven't mention earlier, this happen on Saturday so basically the clinic was closed and it would only open again the next day at 6.30p.m...I was QUITE upset. "What am I gonna do now?? No way I could wait until 6.30p.m. tomorrow. I'll die first then my body could be sent to the clinic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I returned to the hostel, wasting another 30 minutes of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My feelings? Cold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1811996027224950269?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1811996027224950269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1811996027224950269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1811996027224950269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1811996027224950269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/kalte-part3.html' title='Kälte (part3)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8839484280178836685</id><published>2009-07-28T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:12:08.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kälte (part2)</title><content type='html'>As I wait for the next bus, I could see the damned bus driver spreading his recent news of what he called 'ignorant stupid asshole' which had ME as the main cast, among his fellow (damned?too?) bus drivers. Nothing cheered me more than seeing the next bus closing in. The driver walked down and my cheerful moment shattered when Mr. Damned Bus Driver took the driver's seat. Making a straight face, I showed my ticket and got myself a nice seat, again. The only difference was that I promised not to sleep while having Mr. DBD as the driver. Fortunately/unfortunately (depends on how you look at it) at a bus stop, the bus (which was not the bus used earlier, with the earlier driver) suddenly stopped functioning properly (according to Mr.DBD). "Turun.." said the bus driver, again. This time, the bus won't even budge. I kept thinking, what the hell? Looks like Mr. DBD also has a bad relationship with buses (hablumminalbas). Finally giving up on his diagnosis of the bus' condition, he said, "tunggu bas lain ek..", while crossing the street with an I-don't-know-you-fags face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes another 30 minutes of my life... The fever just made it worse.. &lt;div&gt;My feelings? Cold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part3? soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-8839484280178836685?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8839484280178836685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8839484280178836685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8839484280178836685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8839484280178836685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/kalte-part2.html' title='Kälte (part2)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3815076991286225018</id><published>2009-07-28T11:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:28:21.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kälte (part1)</title><content type='html'>I'm Kamil. Kamil is who I am. Recently I've been having a fever which came with a never-ending series of coughing and headache. Now only the absence of flu keeps me away from the so called 'Swine Flu' As I recall, the last time I've been in similar condition was 10 years ago, more or less. Now this is what I call a reason for repenting. However repenting is not something you can do as easy as how you mention/spell/say it. Only f*ck*ng hypocrites are able to keep their straight faces while talking about repenting. Now this isn't what I wanted to talk about today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a story of an unfortunate truth. This is not a fiction nor an urban legend. This is a story of a young man, who faced a test of faith from his one God. The story of how he finally realised that God is always watching and caring after him. And that man is.. Aku la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, I was on my way to Cendana(my hostel). I was having a damn fever so I really can't help myself from getting to sleep as I managed to get myself a nice seat and the bus wasn't crowded so, yeah, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was the only one in the bus. Looking oustide, I realised that the bus had stopped at the usual hub. I figured that it was normal except for the fact that I was alone IN the bus. To keep my morale boosted I created an idea that I'm the only one who's going further than that hub, though it was almost impossible and illogical(if you're in my place you'll know what I mean). A few minutes later, the bus driver came into the bus, staring at me like the fierce Starscream looking down on the weak Bumblebee. Then this conversation started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:Hoi, apsal tak turun? Bodoh btol la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:Tertido la bang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:Ahhh..Banyak la ko pnye tertido..Kan tadi aku dah ckp turun ko degil kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:Btol bang saya tertido tak sedar pape pon. Bangun2 da takde org dalam bas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:Bangang tol la ko ni..Mende camni ko wat main2 kan..Kalo mati dalam bas ni sape nak bertanggungjawab??(while chanting something inaudible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:.....(nothing could be said anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:(opening the middoor) Skrg keluar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:Eh..bang tapi saya tak sampai agi destinasi saya ni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:...(suddenly he was in the so called super-lancau mode, similar to the earlier mentioned babi-hutan-action-pose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:yela2...(walking down the bus, clueless)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus Driver:Org ckp bas rosak, degil!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:Bodo..mane aku tau bas rosak aku tido dan demam la bangang (in the form of inaudible sounds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's making this worse is that this conversation is actually watched by a number of people at the hub..Since it was quite a scene, I think they surely enjoyed it. Die, you damn idiots!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm disappointed with was the fact of how rude a people who work in this kinda line of work can be. Maybe it's the fact that it was me and only me.. Maybe his damn attitude would be different if it was a chick or someone from the royal families perhaps..Who knows??One thing, you fu***ng bus driver better watch out with your words or someday they will be the cause of your demise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feelings? Cold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's all for part 1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3815076991286225018?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3815076991286225018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3815076991286225018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3815076991286225018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3815076991286225018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/kalte-part1.html' title='Kälte (part1)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3890356066090105947</id><published>2009-07-15T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:47:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koln?cologne?</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks...I'm adapting myself to the situation here...well I said situation since this place is killing me day by day...If I keep moving at this pace I'll be the losers in no time..We just got our class last week and I'm in a class named Koln..It's a city in Germany and our Deutsche lecturer, Mr. Brian Treneman kept asking us to repeat "Koln is the most beautiful city in the world". I wonder if that's true...Maybe it is since the picture that he showed us 'said' so.....Sorry sir..I wasn't doubting you but...ha ha...Eh, that's not the point actually..Koln (my class) consists of "funfzehn studente, elf manner und vier frauen.."(15 students, 11 men and 4 women)..I can't say/summarize yet on the other students in koln since it's still early to make any assumptions or judge them...The only thing I know is that I may be among the weak students but I just can't give up yet....ha ha...that's a phrase which comes out 1/5 years of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi aku nak tulis agi tapi dah lewat la nak tido lak nanti x smpat lak...So maybe next time la plak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3890356066090105947?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3890356066090105947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3890356066090105947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3890356066090105947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3890356066090105947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/kolncologne.html' title='Koln?cologne?'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-9143011802513714721</id><published>2009-07-05T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:30:32.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya??</title><content type='html'>As planned, we (Alias, Azri, Aku) went to watch a movie yesterday...Where?? Who cares??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of time constraint and the stupid fact that there's fricchen many people coming to see some crappy movies which we were planning to watch, we had to watch "Blood The Last Vampire".. For those who live in the cave, this movie is an adaptation of a Japanese animation under the same title. It's about a hunter who kills Bloodsuckers (Vampires la, obviously) Saya (bukan Aku) It's a name..Get it? Though I can't really understand why they keep calling her (yea..it's a HER) Saya-Sama..From my exp of watching and reading Japanese creative productions, -Sama is the coefficient (??I just can't get the word lah) for master..I just couldn't see which part she is a master other than the fact that she is freaking cute (seriously) and fierce katana-user(most of the times)..Overall, it's a good (just good) film. The fun thing is to watch the movie with my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-9143011802513714721?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9143011802513714721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=9143011802513714721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/9143011802513714721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/9143011802513714721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/saya.html' title='Saya??'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3084192784895650710</id><published>2009-07-04T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:48:09.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??Are You Fricchen Kidding Me??</title><content type='html'>I just set my foot(legs?) for a few days at the UITM Shah Alam and just finished my MMS (like orientasi la beb..) there....Overall, it's a good place (can can la)..I quite enjoy the enviro there and there's a lot of things can be done there...My hostel is Cendana which is a GOOD place for a hostel to be built..There's insufficient facilities (by facilities I mean the when-you're-damn-bored-I-need-entertainment part lol) Of course in-hostel facilites are great and there's nothing I could complain until now...Everythings just in place and the rooms are incredibly comfy..Anyways, we're gonna be here for just a year so that's (the word 'THAT'S' refer to staying at Cendana) not a really bad idea after all..The surrounding's peaceful and just about the right place for NERDS...nah just kidding lol...I mean it's good for those seeking tranquility while studying....Here, I got a a LOT of new friends (actually there's a friend named 'LOT' but that's another story another time another day...okay??) There's a lot of Chinese and Indian here, so this is really a great chance for me who have been studying 'far far away' from non-muslims to exchange our thoughts and perspective of the world that we shared...For my beloved KISASIANS, this is a chance to stop being 'JUMUD' and stop your 'RACIST' thinking..There's a saying I heard in KISAS once upon a time there...It went somehow similar to this: "Kita sangat bertuah kerana di sekolah kita semuanya orang Melayu dan Islam...and blah3..."then, sometimes later these people said: "bes gila doh tempat aku sume melayu.. cina n india ada la sorang dua"WTF??Are you fricchen kidding me??What's with this racist thinking???I mean yeah we ARE LUCKY plus it's compulsory to hav all muslims in our school but that's not the point...We studied in KISAS to enhance our views of life and understandings of Islam not for stupid craps like racism and political craps...(when you curse and 'umpat' people representing the parties that u don't like without the appropriate reasons-u know, like penindasan, pemerintah yang zalim, other than that,that's what I call political craps..okay??Our Prophet Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him NEVER teach us that) We were gifted to have studied there so that we could be the future da'ie(pendakwah/preachers???) (nvm i never really know how to spell this word correctly in malay) and show good examples of our great religion...Not proving the myths that muslims are racist and terrorist(u know, fight here fight there)... By being a da'ie doesn't mean that u have to wear 'serban' everyday...a da'ie is a person who shows the way to the rightful path of our Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). As long as you are showing the way even how not-so-obvious it seems you are truly a da'ie...I know, I know I'm not the best person to shout all these but I really know that someone has to...Think that's all for today...Alias is still searching for a great movie to be watched today...Hmm.. I wonder what'll he come up with..perhaps 'Angels and Demons'??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3084192784895650710?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3084192784895650710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3084192784895650710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3084192784895650710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3084192784895650710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtfare-you-fricchen-kidding-me.html' title='WTF??Are You Fricchen Kidding Me??'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1261116422450225399</id><published>2009-06-16T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:43:37.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know This Is Really Who I Am Inside..</title><content type='html'>Dh lama gila aku cuti nih...Akhirnya 28 nih aku akn start blaja kat UITM Shah Alam...Kos ape??bese2 je...Aku nk citer psl cuti aku bukan psl UITM tuh...Aku slalu r kuar lepak2 dgn member2 aku kat Kuantan neh..Tapi makin lme makin kurang mmber2 yg lepak ngan kitorang...alasan??xde mse la, awek la, kenduri la...hahaa hampeh tol...nk wat camner kan??xkan nk gi bnuh awek die kot..jadi tggl la aku, raez ngan fariz yg akhirnye xtau nk gi ane las2 lepak kat cc je la tiap2 mnggu...kitorang men la memacam game...mmg kitorang dah macam game freaks..tapi bukan pe la secara jujurnye men game sesame member (3 org++) mmg syok n jauh berbeza berbanding men game sorang2/2 org shj...mmg la org kte bazir duit lepak cc nih...tapi bagi aku drpd tgk wyg/mkn kfc walaupun x de la lpr sgt/men boling/rokok/awek/beli kasut mahal2 xpakai pon/macam2 agi baik kitorang gi men cc sesame kitorang...hahaa.kn2??aku tngok ade member tuh mkn kfc lagi mhl drpd aku men sehari kat cc...ceh hampeh tol...raez ni dak utp, die tgh cuti lps abis final exam sem 1st..fariz plak kejuruteraan jerman tajaan mara...julai baru masuk..aku plak 28 nih...so mmg bnyk agi mse ntuk kitorang lepak~...hahaaa..18 tahun lebih aku hidup..baru aku prasan yg aku mmg gile game...aku pduli hape org nk kutuk...janji time balaja kte blaja time game kite game...hahah...member2 skolah aku pon rmai sindir2 aku asyik men game...ceh so what???korang yg x men game pastu kutuk aku la la bodo...hahaaa..xde la bodo tapi BAHLUL...men game duduk je leh jadi bodoh ke???kalo gitu men bola lari sne lari sini lagi bodo la jadi...mkn kfc???hahaa lagi la jadi mangkuk trus...silap la korang camtu...hahaaaa....camner la minda nk berkembang....asyik2 dgn politik tuh..padahal sendiri wat x btol gak...dh3..aku mls nak tmbh agi unsur2 yg akn menimbulkan perselisihan phm kt sini...nk citer politik gi masuk parti politik...ciao...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:sori kalo de yg sakit ati...xnk maaf??peduli hape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1261116422450225399?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1261116422450225399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1261116422450225399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1261116422450225399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1261116422450225399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-i-know-this-is-really-who-i-am.html' title='Now I Know This Is Really Who I Am Inside..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-7443456325372359800</id><published>2009-06-04T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:00:39.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, I Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bebaru nih aku ke kl bersama2 member2 ku, apih n amir...kitorang mmg r hulu kaw2 ble smpai kl tuh...maklumla dlu dok kisas pon jln2 area klang jer...aku mls nk citer lanjut psl travel kitorang tuh...cme kat sini aku nk suarakan kekecewaan aku kat dak2 zmn skrg nih..kisas ke x kisas sme jek...cme aku kecewa dgn yg kisas la...ceh dlu kat kisas bleh la hipokrit denga lagu lagho tutup2 telinga la ceh mnyampah aku...skrg denga lagu lagho slambek2 jer...mse tuh tngok muslimat pkai tudung labuh pon segan2...skrg tngok pompuan mcm xpakai baju dah pon slambek jer...xngaku???ceh..aku tau la...aku x nafikan mmg ade yg btol2 baik tapi x smpai 50% pon aku rse...yg menjadi tnde tny aku la, 2 taun hipokrit kt situ mmg x letih ker???sanggup plak korang tipu diri sendiri, kengkawan, guru2 mak bapak korang...tipu tuhan aku xtau la...korang pikir sndiri...mmg la dlu korang ckp berubah dari buruk ke baik dari hari ke hari...tapi kalo buruk-&gt;baik-&gt;buruk ape citer plak???xke sia2 je sume kehipokritan tuh???dlu kat dlm kisas korang citer psl keburukan org2 diluar...tapi diorang x mengetahui...korang plak da pnh jadi 'baik' pastu kuar2 jadi cam sial gak korang x rse bersalah ke wei???aku pon sedar aku xbaik sgt tapi aku tau aku x jadi lbh truk drpd aku sblom nih...abis truk pon denga lagu la...mmg ssh nak buang mende nih..korang yg xstart bleh la ckp jauhi lagu lagho..kalo korang dh lme terjerumus aku jamin mmg ssh nk stop denga lagu2 nih...tu pon aku xde la tutup2 telinga kalo t'denga lagu lagho mse kat kisas dlu so xyh persoalkan...cme aku sgt2 xleh terima 2 taun yg berlalu tuh...camne la korang nk jadi contoh kat dak2 luar...korang dah r wat member pon ngan dak2 yg 'baik' jer..pastu korang wat la perangai sial korang tu sesame korang....las2 korang pon jadi la sial gak..ish aku mmg xleh kwl kebencian aku kt korang2 yg dah sia2 kan 2 taun korang hidup dlm penipuan...aku xkan kata direct yg aku benci korang tapi tulah kenyataannye...aku admit yg mmg aku melampau kat sini tapi mcm aku ckp awl2 dlu blog ni la tmpt aku menyuarakan ketakpuas hatian aku..kalo sape2 yg xpuashati ngan aku meh r ckp dpn2...1 more, jgn nk berdebat ngan aku...aku mmg x pndai debat..kalo korang nk boikot aku silakan...aku rela diboikot dari trus berarak bersama korang dalam perarakan hipokrit tuh.....skali agi aku nk bg thousand thanks n apologies for those yg slalu menyupport aku sepanjang kehidupan aku nih..yg x ske kat aku skati korang la wei...aku peduli aper~...berbalik kpd ape yg aku nk citer nih...aku tngok dak2 skrg mmg da smpai thp yg parah gile...yg laki nye dressing kaw2 dgn sluar pendek, sluar sme saiz ngan kaki...peluk2 sne sini...mcm2 agi...yg pompuan xyah ckp la..korang sume tau kan...camne la diorang solat...(kalo solat)...aku mmg sgt2 kecewa tapi skurang2 nye diorang xtrddah dgn "bi'ah yg solehah sgt tuh" tambah mengecewakan bler dak2 kisas n skola2 agama len la yg turut menyumbangkan diri mereka dlm aktiviti2 yg x bermoral n x berpekdoh..satu agi...aku ade la terbace artikel yg menarik nih...sms laki n pompuan yg x melibatkan perkara yg penting=haram...jadi dak2 yg bijak pandai nih pon gne la frenster/myspace/ym/msn/blog/iluvislam la ape ntah agi ntuk melunaskan nafsu diorang....ceh same je la mangkuk...kalo x thn sgt gi la kahwin abis citer...at least xyah la bazirkn mse 2 taun berhipokrit sne sini mcm sial....org tngok eh bukan2..aku tngok pon sakit hati..lastly and definitely not the least, aku x benci kisas...tapi aku benci org2 yg merosakkan nme baik kisas setelah membazirkan 2 taun kehidupan di sekolah tuh...org gi situ amik mende yg baik...ni tidak..gi situ wat baik..keluar balik jadi setan balik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p/s:mcm yg aku ckp tadi...bkn smue dak2 kisas mcm yg aku ckp nih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-7443456325372359800?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7443456325372359800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=7443456325372359800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7443456325372359800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/7443456325372359800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-i-hate-you.html' title='Congratulations, I Hate You'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5246864550014205251</id><published>2009-05-21T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:49:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Funny Things To Do When You're On An Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: webdings;" id="MainContent" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="blacktxt1" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                             &lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_lblContentText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I stumbled upon this article..Figured that I can post it here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_lblContentText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next time you're on an elevator and feel a little bored, liven up the moment with some of these 'insightful' ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Call a 'Bomoh' from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor you're on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Swat at flies that don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;5. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, “Shut up, all of you, just shut up!”&lt;br /&gt;6. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, “Got enough air in there?”&lt;br /&gt;7. Lay down a Monopoly board and ask people if they'd like to play.&lt;br /&gt;8. Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they hear something ticking.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;12. Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, and then announce, “I have new socks on.”&lt;br /&gt;13. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, “This is my personal space!”&lt;br /&gt;14. Fart loudly then exclaim “Was that you. There's no way I could do that one because unfortunately mine don't come out loud.”&lt;br /&gt;15. Before the elevator door opens shout “DING” and then laugh and say “beat you again Mr Elevator.”&lt;br /&gt;16. Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;17. Use a stick, wear sunglasses and repeatedly walk into the walls whilst pretending to not hear the other passenger's direction.&lt;br /&gt;18. Drop a coin and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up then scream, “That's mine!”&lt;br /&gt;19. Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say, “Hi Dude. How's your day been?”Whilst shaking your hands with the thin air..&lt;br /&gt;20. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, “You're one of THEM!” and back away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_CPHMain_lblContentText"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; drips from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                        &lt;!--*************Content start*********************--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5246864550014205251?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5246864550014205251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5246864550014205251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5246864550014205251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5246864550014205251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-funny-things-to-do-when-youre-on.html' title='20 Funny Things To Do When You&apos;re On An Elevator'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3365523687297527970</id><published>2009-05-17T21:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:49:37.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines From The Year 2030</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ozone Created by Electric Cars Now Killing Millions in ChinandIndsia, formerly known as Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Malay Minorities Still Trying To Have Bahasa Melayu As ChinandIndsia's Third Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spotted Pig Plague Threatens Malaysia's Crops and Livestock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Smoking is Now Allowed To Those Above 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fossil of A Cat Found In Kuala Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-year-old boys Robbed Warehouse in Selayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Tutor-Bots Available For Order At Your Local Toy Stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow-Taming Simulator Commercialised&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We've never seen a real cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;" -pupils of a kindergarten in K.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias Rasman, Leader of the Opposition Says He Will Run For the Prime Minister position in 2036 Against UCINO (United Chinese and Indian National Organisation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally, Results of 85 Years Worth $75.8 Quadrillion Study:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Diet and Exercise Are Keys To Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gas Stations In ChinandIndisia Are Now Opened Only On Wednesdays and Sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Due to Sudden Rise in Global Gas Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-in 10 years, we may not afford to use this resource any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;children these days are more reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Age Requirements for Driving License of Cars and Motorcycles Reduced to 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Driver Exceeding Speed Limits Taken Into Custody For Not Bribing Officer-in-Charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nasyid Was a Genre of Music In Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Create Cameras With Such Rapid Shutter Speed It Can Photograph a Woman With Her Mouth Shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(whoa!really?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ozone Thickening at Dangerous Rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Cooling Is Now A Planetary Threat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Production of Green House Gases Worldwide increased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;White Men Of United States Oppressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;F*ck Is Now A Legal Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh..I was bored so I made this..Anyways..At current rate, it's not impossible that we may see these headlines someday...Who knows? God knows better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the end on yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you deserve each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that falls,&lt;br /&gt;scratch out your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; will drown you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3365523687297527970?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3365523687297527970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3365523687297527970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3365523687297527970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3365523687297527970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/headlines-from-year-2030.html' title='Headlines From The Year 2030'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3121950130224967197</id><published>2009-05-10T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:50:03.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me's Friend (as requested from himself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dunno what to write this time..&lt;br /&gt;Ah, got it..&lt;br /&gt;I happened to have this conversation with a friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;alias rasman: nnti ko introduce ak dulu kat blog ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Serph: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: sial la sapa nak buang masa introduce ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: ckp ak ni baik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: ok2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: handsome 10x ganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: penyayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: murah hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: ok2 jap2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: dermawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: ringan tulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: baik pekerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: yela2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: peramah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: sihat..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: ok2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: jgn riso sume aku letak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: dgn gambo skali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;alias rasman: ok2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: aku ada gambo ko mse kem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: cantek sgt la tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: gambo yg ak pose baik2 nyer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serph: xde la pose baik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Serph: tapi ok2 r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alias rasman: ok2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: to be true the picture's misssing..sorry dude..however....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..As requested, I'll fulfill it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His name is Alias bin Rasman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Male, 18(17??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ex-Kisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Qualities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pemurah (cheap?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dermawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sihat/tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;peramah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;baik pekerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ringan tulang (btol ke ringan??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;handsome 10x ganda (xtau 10x ganda ape, nanti tny balik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/timewasters/shrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/timewasters/shrek.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(this picture is only a decorative art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the end on yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You deserve each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; out your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; will drown you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and Dying Evening-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1990453101792072874-3121950130224967197?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3121950130224967197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3121950130224967197&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3121950130224967197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3121950130224967197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-mes-friend-as-requested-from.html' title='This Is Me&apos;s Friend (as requested from himself)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-2166921412039017803</id><published>2009-05-10T14:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:50:11.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going separate ways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Going Our Separate Ways..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11 years of schooling, I'd met a lot of friends and when I think of it again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's really a memory worth remembering of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However starting now all of us will be going our separate ways and God knows if we would ever meet again someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Truly a friend is invaluable and can't be replaced with great wealth or even health....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Besides family and teachers, friends are those who we can consult in deciding our actions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A true friend will always stand beside us and support our every actions and decisions (the good ones, of course)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/SgaHHHuHZaI/AAAAAAAAABk/jBYFoc7erzg/s1600-h/1_906181562l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/SgaHHHuHZaI/AAAAAAAAABk/jBYFoc7erzg/s200/1_906181562l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334099365068236194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/SgaFAAqg8uI/AAAAAAAAABc/bByixox-7Ts/s1600-h/1_104885404l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/SgaFAAqg8uI/AAAAAAAAABc/bByixox-7Ts/s200/1_104885404l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334097043891745506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For this, I would like to express my gratitude to those who have been my friends all along, (sorry that I couldn't mention all of your names here) through my ups and downs...There's no way I could repay all of you and the only thing I could do is pray so that our friendship will never fade away and so that all of us will achieve our dreams and consequently achieve the rightful place of true Muslims...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For those who hold any kind of hatred or grudge towards me, go on.. Live and dwell with your hatred for I have long forgiven you...It's true that I can't stop you from hating but please know that hatred and grudge will be your disease and eventually destroy you one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lastly, my hope is that our path will cross again even when my heart doubts it every second......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; have you turned your back on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day you'll wake up and realize your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Seduction-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-2166921412039017803?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2166921412039017803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=2166921412039017803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2166921412039017803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/2166921412039017803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-our-separate-ways.html' title='Going Our Separate Ways..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/SgaHHHuHZaI/AAAAAAAAABk/jBYFoc7erzg/s72-c/1_906181562l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4891877007271501321</id><published>2009-05-08T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:50:19.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least It's Forgivable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally...The results are up now...Could say congratulations for them to be able to correct the situation eh...At least it's forgivable (we are not that sadly mistaken)...Hmm..Now I'm really confused..Where should I go next???Where should I continue my studies??I need a few days to reflect these options...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-style: italic; font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the end on yourself&lt;br /&gt;You deserve each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that falls&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and Dying Evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1990453101792072874-4891877007271501321?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4891877007271501321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4891877007271501321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4891877007271501321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4891877007271501321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-least-its-forgivable.html' title='At Least It&apos;s Forgivable...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3626053388293104504</id><published>2009-05-08T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:50:25.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellas, We Are Sadly Mistaken..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's something that caught my attention today..It's the fact that a certain&lt;br /&gt;organisation &lt;---(damn it's UK lol damn computer) that I can't say even if it's obvious for certain reasons had advertised(promised?) that they're going to announce the shortlisted holders-to-be of the educational scholarship that they're going to be sponsoring...The advertisement was(is?) quite a scene and there's no way anyone would have missed it..The issue here is that the advertisement which says they'll open the database at 5.00 p.m. today is nothing but a mere lie(??).I'm sure thousands of candidates are dissapointed with this outcome.. This is especially for those who do not have the equipments required for accessing the internet and had work hard to ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in this access(cybercafes,neighbors,etc...)..Well, can't blame anyone as maybe there's really something that made the organisation unable to fulfill their... (promise?) By judging from this organisation's reputation (look at their field of control!!), it's a significant organisation in the country...However, we are sadly mistaken because of the fact that this organisation can't uphold to this promise and this will affect their reputation in a way I supposed...So. whatever the reason is, please~make it easy for the next generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If I'm wrong here please correct me and I'll delete this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; RIGHT AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the advertisement was a joke....NICE TRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the end on yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You deserve each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; out your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; will drown you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and Dying Evening-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-3626053388293104504?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3626053388293104504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3626053388293104504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3626053388293104504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3626053388293104504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/fellas-we-are-sadly-mistaken.html' title='Fellas, We Are Sadly Mistaken..'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-4451093415591519767</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:33:57.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Mom~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was thinking of writing something in conjunction(cewah) of the oncoming 'Mothers' Day' (when exactly??)&lt;br /&gt;However, I found something that almost fit exactly into what I'm thinking to write ..&lt;br /&gt;So to make hard work easy copy-paste saves the day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;I'm sitting here, I'm thinking back to a time when I was young,&lt;br /&gt;My memory is clear as day, I'm listening to the dishes clink,&lt;br /&gt;You were downstairs, you would sing songs of praise,&lt;br /&gt;And all the times we laughed with you,&lt;br /&gt;And all the times that you stayed true to us,&lt;br /&gt;Now we say, I said, I thank you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always thank you, More than you could know,&lt;br /&gt;Than I could ever show, And I love you, I'll always love you,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I won't do to say these words to you,&lt;br /&gt;That you're beautiful forever, you were my mom, you were my dad,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I ever had was you, It's true,&lt;br /&gt;And even when the times got hard you were there,&lt;br /&gt;To let us know that we'd get through, you showed me how to be a man,&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to understand the things people do,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to love my God, You taught me that not everyone knows the truth,&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you, I'll always thank you,&lt;br /&gt;More than you could know, Than I could ever show,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I'll always love you, There's nothing I won't do to say these words to you,&lt;br /&gt;That you will live forever, always   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me..I love my mom and God willing, it will stay that way forever....&lt;br /&gt;Fellas out there, please~ love your mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and to think that you will not be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if I'd severed all these ties&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt; to see this bitter end of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful illusions&lt;/span&gt;...would this be the same?&lt;br /&gt;-Apology-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1990453101792072874-4451093415591519767?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4451093415591519767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4451093415591519767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4451093415591519767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/4451093415591519767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-mom.html' title='Thank You Mom~'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-676622803392714034</id><published>2009-05-06T12:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:15:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daggers Speak Louder Than Words...(I know I know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Next steps of my life...I'm going to the university..Finally eh..Which University??(who cares?) Maybe it's time to make things right...Since primary school, I never really take these education thingy seriously..Heheh...Studying was nuisance and insignificant to be compared with other things such as gaming, etc....However, now's the time to (hope so) put my full effort and utilise the mind given by the God to the fullest..Hmm let's see...Maybe that can wait for the second semester perhaps..(haha)No, no...I can't repeat past mistakes...However, I can't change easily too...I've heard that "Daggers speak louder than words" Should I stab myself with a dagger so that I could change my way of doing things??No, no absolutely no.. Speaking of "Daggers speak louder than words", from my point of view, the word 'daggers' is used intead of 'action' in the usual quote because of the daggers are often affiliated with the action 'stab' which is a part of the word 'backstab'. Even when there are quotes saying that words hurt deeper than physical wounds, these daggers symbolises the act of backstabbing or betraying which is indeed hurting deeper than any other means of hurting..This is especially when the one who betrayed us is the one we believed most..Those who had experienced what I mean here should really understand how horrible such actions may cause...So, my advice is not to betray anyone whom trusted you since it's clearly a sin and this may lead to unnecessary consequences...On the other hand, in this 'rat-race' world, we should really start to not to trust people too much as this may open ways or opportunities of betrayal...Hmm..think thats all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;You know I would have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; for you,&lt;br /&gt;now I'm forced to choose between a life of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;revenge&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;as I thirst for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;, my heart struggles to come to grips,&lt;br /&gt;why would you leave me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;, turn, and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daggers&lt;/span&gt; speak Louder Than Words-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1990453101792072874-676622803392714034?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/676622803392714034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=676622803392714034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/676622803392714034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/676622803392714034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/daggers-speak-louder-than-wordsi-know-i.html' title='Daggers Speak Louder Than Words...(I know I know)'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3166350503484068372</id><published>2009-05-06T02:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:13:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilting The Hourglass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Whoa..It's been awhile since the last post...Hmm...As time pass by..I grow older...My computer grows older (T_T)...Because of my laziness and a bit lack of $$$ to send the computer for maintenance, recently, I went to my usual 'video games shop' (cant remember the name even when I've been going in and out of there for almost 6 years) to check out any new release for my 'beloved' PlayStation2 which I haven't touched for almost 2 years..So to make it a story worth (is it??) our while, I bought 3 games which cost me around RM14(who cares??) They are ShinMegamiTensei:DigitalDevilSaga-AvatarTuner, DynastyWarrirors:GundamSpecial and last AND least ArmoredCore3:SilentLines(buying this game is a mistake)...Actually, these are not new releases and in fact if I'm not mistaken these games were 2000-2006 products (HAHA)...So much for checking out the new release.. So after a few levels of the infamous Left4Dead game with Fariz and Acap I returned home with high expectations of the games that I have bought..Finally after going through the three games' introductions I realised that only DigitalDevilSaga is worth my while and buying 2 others was a mistake (Gundam was good but I bought a Japanese version, damn..) and a waste...Speaking of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_Devil_Saga"&gt;DigitalDevilSaga&lt;/a&gt;, it's a nice game and I'm lazy to make any review...Overall, all I can say is that it's great and worth my while..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt; leaves me numb to all the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt; surrounding me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Storms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt; will arise to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;condemn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Third&lt;/span&gt; Temptation &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&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/1990453101792072874-3166350503484068372?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3166350503484068372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3166350503484068372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3166350503484068372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3166350503484068372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/05/tilting-hourglass.html' title='Tilting The Hourglass...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-5774965265120350702</id><published>2009-04-29T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:54:50.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It (used to be) is Ridiculous To Think That You Will Not Be Scared or Surprised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I'm wondering here whether is it common for a human to not be scared or surprised if his/her friends or family decide to severe ties with them.....Nowadays the so called modernisation has transformed mankind to creatures which are heartless and proven with lack of sensitivity towards others be it other human, creatures and the nature itself..Severing ties between friends or families is nothing as long as their lust are satisfied..The only thing can be heard is the screams of lust they cried even if they have to dirty their hands in satisfying their lust...Even more surprising is the fact that these screams of lust is shrouded by excuses such as the modernisation and globalisation....I feel so numb to this bitter end of these beautiful illusions..."Scientists working hard to solve the global warming,greenhouse effects,etc....","Peace treaties signed,....","Riots occuring...." are examples of false apology human could offer to each other.......In truth most of these are only mere acts to ensure the continuity of their publicities and popularities in order to gain people's support in whatever field they're involved in...The only thing behind these 'illusions' is indeed money, the 'God' for most human in the world nowadays...Human are starting to neglect their religious affiliations and 'worship' the so called 'God' of modernisation..The common thing nowadays is that people will only be scared or surprised if only they are to severe ties with money....Suicide cases nowadays are commonly connected to financial problems compared to the family-relationship problems (I know suicide is wrong and forbidden!) which used to be the reasons of suicides long ago before money absolutely came into the equation..I'm not saying that people are commiting suicides for wrong reasons but to show that people are losing their 'sense of relativity' from day to day...It's possible that one day people will start to trust no one and live only for themselves and their lusts..When that day come, crime and sin will be kinda like 'routines' for human and that's when mankind will start moving towards their inevitable destruction..One thing for sure...Their so called 'God' won't save them from the judgement day which The God almighty has decided upon them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....and to think that you will not be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; if I'd severed all these ties&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt; to see this bitter end of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful illusions&lt;/span&gt;...would this be the same?&lt;br /&gt;-Apology-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-5774965265120350702?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5774965265120350702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=5774965265120350702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5774965265120350702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/5774965265120350702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-used-to-be-is-ridiculous-to-think.html' title='It (used to be) is Ridiculous To Think That You Will Not Be Scared or Surprised...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-1357707861076203833</id><published>2009-04-29T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:04:46.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take~Everything Away From Me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Hmm..Nowadays I've been feeling like everything's being taken away from me...(not really everything) My computer's messed up, my time's messed up, my LIFE's messed up...I can't seem to notice these things till it's too late~...Maybe I've been having too much leisure since this looong holiday started...Maybe God wants to show me that life's not just that easy...Hmm let's consider this as a testimonial of faith so perhaps one day I will find my way out of this life's maze and hopefully in a proper way which the God almighty wants us to... So, what should I do? Hmm, I have 2 (favourite) solutions though- don't care, or don't even think about it...hehheh...However, 18 years of my life have proven that these are not even close to the right things to do when such things happen.. To be true the only thing in my life that I didn't realize its presence until it's really gone is the 2 years I've been in KISAS.. It seems that more than half of the lessons learned throughout my life are from these 2 years..Faith,Friendship,Education,Family(of course Teachers are in the Family category),Respect,Hardship,Hardwork,Union,Discipline(?!),Courage are among the things I've learned about in the school..It's true when people say school life is among the best thing that you'll have for the rest of your life..Damn~why haven't I realized this way back then...Well, "there's no point in dwelling in the past...It's not the way of the Jedi"(lol) The only thing we human can do is to march on and face what life's going to offer us.. One thing for sure, it's not gonna be that easy..Lol..what am I blabbering in the middle of the night...Ahha..One more thing for sure...Don't look back........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Take &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; away from me,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to remind me of this time.&lt;br /&gt;-This &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversation&lt;/span&gt; is Over-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-1357707861076203833?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1357707861076203833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=1357707861076203833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1357707861076203833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/1357707861076203833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/takeeverything-away-from-me.html' title='Take~Everything Away From Me~'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6694586560016018539</id><published>2009-04-27T10:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:59:16.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Japanese Friends XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This time I'll introduce my Japanese friends...As you can see,they are peoples from 'all walks of life' (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. The hot-tempered - KEIJI CACIMAKI&lt;br /&gt;02. The economic - SAYORI SUKAMURA&lt;br /&gt;03. The muted - KIETA TADASORA&lt;br /&gt;04. The rice-aholic - NANACHi KASIBANYA&lt;br /&gt;05. The 'all-time-blues' - APO NADIKATO&lt;br /&gt;06. The nerd - ASHIKO ULANGKAJI&lt;br /&gt;07. The disastrous - WAKASI HURUHARA&lt;br /&gt;08. The stingy one - MATIMATI TAMOKASI&lt;br /&gt;09. The one who likes to sleep - TIDOMATI ICHIBAN&lt;br /&gt;10. The pervert - HINTAI AKOSUKA&lt;br /&gt;11. The old one - TARAGIGI SHIROLAMA&lt;br /&gt;12. The one left by wife - SUSAHATI BINILARI&lt;br /&gt;13. The one who likes 'rempit' - SAJA CARIMATI&lt;br /&gt;14. The slow one - AYUMI CIPUTBABI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I&lt;/span&gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;FrederikaBernkastel&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/1990453101792072874-6694586560016018539?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6694586560016018539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6694586560016018539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6694586560016018539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6694586560016018539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-japanese-friends-xd.html' title='My Japanese Friends XD'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-3728493632692135644</id><published>2009-04-21T13:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:53:41.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Recently...I've discovered a way for us to play our favourite games online easily...Tell what, its GGC!! GGC means GG-Client(Garena Game Client). GGC is the Client where Good/Great Games are played.It is a networking application that allows certain games to play online via VPN (Virtual Private Network) wikipedia for further info XD.It supports internet players mutually to play with each other.GGC turns the internet into a huge cybercafe (!?), which enables the players to connect and play games in such a way as they play in LAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGC includes the following features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Extreme fast gaming speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Ping test system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Unique buddy system and clan system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Live game telecast system for popular matches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- International E-Sports gateway with plenty of information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Anti-smurfing and anti-cheat system, the only platform which can identify and ban cheaters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- The only gaming platform designed by gamers, best customized for gamers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Customized services for each game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Useful tools: ping tool, and on-line translator, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Interesting experience ladder system, making the platform more exciting and excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Level system, high level players will have more privileges in platform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Free Casual Games to play while waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- GG Avatars to express yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;- Gold Member for more privileges  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;GG-Client was founded by Singapore Ocean Technology And Media CO.LTD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;There is no specific date on when it was founded. (It could be earlier than August 2005) GG-Client 0.8 is one of the early Beta Versions of GG-Client. It was released on August 18, 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Main Features: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-Connect to friends regardless of network environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-Can pass through most Firewalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-Fast TCP Game Connection Speed (50% faster that Battle.Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Games supported:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Counter-Strike 1.6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Counter-Strike: Source*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;StarCraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Left 4 Dead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Age of Empires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Etc....(see it for urself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;reccommended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;So..Now with Garena you can play these game with your friends online anytime,anywhere... It's fast, easy and FREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nowadays, garena's the place where I(ScYth3z), Hambali(mR_KaPaRo), Rehan(umreh), Syazani(syzn), Fariz(fancy_famance), Raez(eddriey), Daniel(dczb123), Asri(asringisum), Apih(ntah x reti eja) play our games..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hope more friends will join this gaming community..other than pointless chatting it's rather fun to play games with friends isn't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" href="http://stats.garena.com/clientdownload.php?lang=en&amp;amp;mirror=0"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;"I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;FrederikaBernkastel&lt;/em&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/1990453101792072874-3728493632692135644?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3728493632692135644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=3728493632692135644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3728493632692135644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/3728493632692135644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/ggc_21.html' title='GGC?'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-9205943318794937690</id><published>2009-04-21T10:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:00:20.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoshiki Tonogai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doubt'/><title type='text'>Doubt-Yoshiki Tonogai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8a/RabbitDoubtVol1Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8a/RabbitDoubtVol1Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/i&gt; revolves around a fictional cell phone game called "Rabbit Doubt". The players are rabbits in a colony; one of these players is randomly chosen to act as a wolf infiltrating the group. Each round, the rabbits guess which is the wolf as the rabbits are eaten one-by-one until none are left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Four players of the "Rabbit Doubt" game Yū Aikawa, Eiji Hoshi, Haruka Akechi, Rei Hazama and a non player Mitsuki Hōyama meet to relax together. During the day, the group is rendered unconscious. They awaken in an abandoned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychiatric_hospital" title="Psychiatric hospital"&gt;psychiatric hospital&lt;/a&gt; to meet Hajime Komaba, a player who did not appear at the meeting and find Rei crucified(that's why I said kids better stay away from this). The group finds Rei's cell phone and realizes they are playing a real-life game of "Rabbit Doubt". To survive, the wolf, the liar, must die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; Using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bar_codes" title="Bar codes" class="mw-redirect"&gt;bar codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; found imprinted on their bodies, the groups tries to find an exit and Rei's killer. However, their chances are limited as the a bar code will only open one door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8a/RabbitDoubtVol1Cover.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;To me,it's a horror-psycho-'damn!!'-'what the?!..' (I really said 'what the..' a few times lol) manga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Feel free to read it thoroughly though, you NEED guts (and a working brain of course) to get what the author is trying to tell us....If it happens that you think the story doesn't make any sense, rereading is a good option as the hints are revealed (think so) in the storyline itself..you just need to think a bit 'out of the box' (BWAHAHAHA)..Well, can't spoil it too much maybe that's enough for a review..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;p/s: KIDS (unless your IQ and GUTS is better or at least equal to Aqil Kamaruddin XD) really should stay away from this even if you're not afraid of such gore and violence I DOUBT you can figure out what's really happening there so...ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Definitely a masterpiece worth your time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" href="http://http//www.onemanga.com/Doubt/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" href="http://www.onemanga.com/Doubt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;"I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;FrederikaBernkastel&lt;/em&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/1990453101792072874-9205943318794937690?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9205943318794937690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=9205943318794937690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/9205943318794937690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/9205943318794937690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/doubt-yoshiki-tonogai.html' title='Doubt-Yoshiki Tonogai'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-8861477215417365105</id><published>2009-04-21T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:54:22.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;I've decided not to post too much things bout my daily routine or other bullshit since it's my private life so to hell with it...If anyone is so interested in my private life (heh) kindly spare your credits and SMS me kay..Furthermore, it'll be like I'm bragging (heheh) if I were to mention bout that in this blog which is supposed to be for something that's unmentionable in the public be it for time constraints or others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;so..Regarding the above matter...I officially declare that I dunno what more to write for today's post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;However (damn this word always showed up), since its still morning maybe I'll be able to think about something to write later...Perhaps another review??Let's see, maybe a manga review would be fun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hereby sentence myself to a 10-minute shower....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I&lt;/span&gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;FrederikaBernkastel&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/1990453101792072874-8861477215417365105?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8861477215417365105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=8861477215417365105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8861477215417365105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/8861477215417365105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/2009/04/thing-is.html' title='The Thing is...'/><author><name>Kamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725853374906328038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o5L-Unu-ITo/S5euQ7xQMXI/AAAAAAAAADg/4eHcoCVKTC4/s1600-R/n1227096097_3900.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990453101792072874.post-6280220995113590836</id><published>2009-04-20T17:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:01:33.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PlayStation 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shin Megami Tensei Persona 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persona 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPG'/><title type='text'>Shin Megami Tensei:Persona 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bg2prod.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/persona-4-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://bg2prod.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/persona-4-cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Today I am going to make a preview of Shin Megami Tensei's Persona 4..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;It's a turn-based RPG.(by mentioning turn-base RPG I mean it's kinda like the infamous Final Fantasy series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;In the game, the player controls a Protagonist they have the option to name (in the manga it's suppose to be  Seta Souji). What makes the game unique is that the game is played over the course of a school year for the Protagonist. Outside of key events, the Protagonist will attend school, then has the option of either interacting with other students or characters to improve Social Links, spend time at a part-time job or other activities to improve their basic statistics and earn money, or join with other characters to enter the "Midnight Channel", an alternate reality that the Protagonist and other characters can access by passing through television screens and where the game's combat occurs. The player can only perform one or two of these activities each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Persona 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 0.1em;font-family:webdings;" &gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;s timeline is driven by the disappearance of characters from the real world into the Midnight Channel; the player must watch the weather forecast and plan on saving these missing people by the end of a string of rainy days, otherwise the game will be over. Thus, the player must balance the various tasks to improve their strength in combat to be able to rescue the missing character by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bg2prod.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/persona-4-cover.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Overall, it's a good game and for those who are interested I really think u should really try it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I'm still working my way through the game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Kinda busy now which means less time for gaming *sob*sob* (T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;"I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;FrederikaBernkastel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1990453101792072874-6280220995113590836?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6280220995113590836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=6280220995113590836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6280220995113590836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1990453101792072874/posts/default/6280220995113590836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to what should I write here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Perhaps I'll leave it to the time and fate to decide what shall be written here from now on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;First of all, this is as I mentioned "a way of killing time", so DO NOT expect me to keep on updating it since there are a lot of things out there that could gain my full attention other than writing these silly dumb mindless composition which is clearly for those who do not have a stable social life and supposedly no nerves to voice their opinion in the public(heheh)....so,does this makes me one of those people??I'm still wondering bout that while writing this...Of course I won't admit it..(never!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Hmm...first of all(oops) Second of all (that's why i hate composition~gets redundant most of the time), I'm a pure beginner/amateur/rookie/noob(?) in this so forgive me for any further lack of moralities or ethics in my way of doing things especially in my posts (if there would be any) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Maybe that's enough for a start of my oncoming nonsense that would come later on (told ya..if there would be any)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;"Tonight~its over~ at long last we will fall~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Alesana's 'Nero's Decay'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;"I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; was the most unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; was the next unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;color:red;" &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; the rest weren't so unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;FrederikaBernkaste&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: webdings;"&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/1990453101792072874-4019787700220791248?l=itsnothomicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsnothomicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4019787700220791248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1990453101792072874&amp;postID=4019787700220791248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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