<?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-16930328</id><updated>2011-08-06T03:42:26.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the monotonous life of me</title><subtitle type='html'>Tediously repetitious or lacking in variety - dictionary.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-5711307118847579019</id><published>2010-11-07T06:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:12:40.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dey thambi!!</title><content type='html'>Its 4.15am and I still can't sleep. I'm sure it's not that I had too much sleep during the day that causes it. Something bothering me but I just can't figure it out. What is this freaking feeling? Suddenly I'm feeling mellow and start to listen to Innuendo songs all over again, which by the way is a really good band I must say. Still remember the days when I would laze in my bed with Innuendo cassette on repeat mode and feeling all fuck up on my sad love life. "Its me against the world!!" I would cry myself to sleep. The cassette is long gone. So don't ask me if I still have it or not. Even if I still have it I would be too ashamed to admit I still use cassette until up to late 2007.  Youtube have allowed me to relieve some of the songs. And why the fuck do I end up to talk about Innuendo is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats up you ask? nothing much actually. I'm currently on work assignment in India. Been here for a good 4 weeks now. Still another 10 days to go before I return home. Can't wait for it. Miss my wife and son badly. I have never been away from him this long so I just hope he still remembers me when I return! lol. He is learning so fast right now. Everyday I would miss something new while I'm here. I promise when I got back I will make for lost time ok boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm writing, I might as well wrote something about this trip while listening to 'Innuendo - If I could' on youtube. Don't expect me to write a travelogue-like entry though cause I don't have time for that shit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend I arrived here I had the chance to join the big Dasara Mysore celebration in Mysore. Google on it if you want more info on it cause I don't know every little details of it. So off we went from the good ol Banglore to Mysore. The distance is around 140km but it took us 4 hours to reach Mysore! The road was terrible and the traffic is a pain in the back. Did I told you the traffic was a nightmare? Meh. Even nightmare is not the appropriate word to describe the traffic here. Some pictures at Mysore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXmPd0QFfI/AAAAAAAAACs/eIm_FBwSYtU/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXmPd0QFfI/AAAAAAAAACs/eIm_FBwSYtU/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536584470298105330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoQHlXvHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wdXZactchHA/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoQHlXvHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wdXZactchHA/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536586680533236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoROz62sI/AAAAAAAAADE/YS5pCww5pfs/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoROz62sI/AAAAAAAAADE/YS5pCww5pfs/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536586699653176002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoRY7EpyI/AAAAAAAAADM/fyEhJOthUpM/s1600/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoRY7EpyI/AAAAAAAAADM/fyEhJOthUpM/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536586702367532834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXoQz-NhDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-GhCLFWF5yM/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to Mysore during Dasara celebration was kind of bad idea. Too many cars and too many people. We can't enter the Mysore Palace as the que was too long. In the end we just manage to take picture from the outside and went to have our lunch. I had ghee paratha with chicken kabab which cost me about Rs100. The shop was really dirty, much like our famous Nasi Kandar Line Clear but sebab dah lapar, tutup mata telan jelah haha. Then go to the mosque to pray. After that off we went to Brindavan Garden. I would like to blog about it tapi tiba2 macam dah malas kan hahaha. so maybe next time I'll continue if rajin. ngantuk la plak ok. chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-5711307118847579019?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/5711307118847579019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=5711307118847579019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/5711307118847579019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/5711307118847579019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2010/11/dey-thambi.html' title='Dey thambi!!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/TNXmPd0QFfI/AAAAAAAAACs/eIm_FBwSYtU/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-7564418668296234098</id><published>2010-03-17T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:43:30.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid G</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is it that the G is actually really broke? Who ever that came up with RM50 service tax on principal credit card should be tie to the pole and be kicked repeatedly until he/she beg for forgiveness for being born stupid. Yeah I mean just admit you stupid .... and broke. Everyone knows the G is broke. Only them themselves who denies this. They came up with the logic that "The ordinary people has been spending excessively beyond their credit means" well you know what G, I say a big F you. If you think people cannot afford this then blame the banks. The stupid banks have been giving away credit card like the hooker been giving BJ to their customer. It was that easy .... and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly there are 11million credit card in Malaysia. you do your own math and see how the G just want some quick bucks. For F sake, you should make at least an extra 100mil out of nothing you give in return. That sounds like a day light mugging I should stress. Yes, the G is actually mugging the people just because they are broke. That whats the thug usually do right? Mug others when they don't have any money. Gosh I just don't know how people can cope with this bunch of incompetence as their leader. F you G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-7564418668296234098?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/7564418668296234098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=7564418668296234098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/7564418668296234098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/7564418668296234098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-g.html' title='The stupid G'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-2915750283763363394</id><published>2010-03-03T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:41:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen to 2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what really happen in 2009? Did I missed it or what? There is no single post for 2009. Man, that sucks. It's like 2009 never exist in my life. Like it just skip from 2008 to 2010. I can't believe I didn't write a single post in 2009. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah well, I guess I have to start all over again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for each new year there will be a new year resolution. I know I didn't have any last year (well most probably because I didn't write it here) but this year I plan to have a new year resolution. Its March but fuck, I still want a new year resolution just so I sounded cool this year. So here is my new year (in March) resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run 365km in 2010. That's 1km a day for those who were weak in Math. So far I have manage to run 1km for 2010. Not bad I guess. If my calculation is correct, I should be able to finish my 365km target in 2017. Since 2012 is doomsday, maybe I should just scrap this resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Write more in here. I spend most of 2009 reading books, so I want to spill all those creative juice in 2010. I so want to put naaaafffnang in here so my blog will look cooler. They say you can make good money of blogging. I must have hang out with the wrong crowd cause none of my blogger friend told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to be a internet troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still want to buy the Adidas ZX 500. KLCC, you better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that's all for tonight. Its freaking 1:40am. Get a life Muz. Nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-2915750283763363394?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/2915750283763363394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=2915750283763363394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/2915750283763363394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/2915750283763363394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happen-to-2009.html' title='What happen to 2009?'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-6131257146341736943</id><published>2008-11-20T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:32:57.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>committed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know if anybody still read this crap, anyway any loser who happens to still check out my blogs you are invited to attend to my wedding this Sunday 23rd November 2008 at Kompleks Sukan Bandar Tun Razak, Cheras (opposite HUKM). Do send me an email if you wish to come otherwise just crash the party. I know its a bit short notice but lantak lah kan hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right the first time. I am getting married this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-6131257146341736943?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/6131257146341736943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=6131257146341736943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/6131257146341736943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/6131257146341736943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2008/11/committed.html' title='committed'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-6435749557495662314</id><published>2008-05-15T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:53:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is NOT always greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So finally after contemplating for a while I finally make that move. You know how you always thought the grass is greener on the other side of the field? Last week I found out it doesn't always work that way. I went for an interview with a sort-of-establish semiconductor company. The results? Don't bother with the results if the interview it self was really bad. I was hoping with my experience I would be asked question related to my work, yet I was asked question typically asked at fresh graduate. My bad anyway, I wasn't really prepared and I can't really answer even the most basic question. When you can't really answer the "1+1=2" of engineering when you applying for Engineering post, then you're in trouble. You know how at the end of the interview they always say "We will contact you in 3 weeks time if your indeed accepted", well in my case there were no such sayings only "Thank you for coming". Yes it was that bad that I wish I would have spend the hour or so watching porn rather than sitting in that room feeling miserably out of place. So for now, duduk diam-diam di Kulim sudah hehe :op&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/16930328-6435749557495662314?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/6435749557495662314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=6435749557495662314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/6435749557495662314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/6435749557495662314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2008/05/grass-is-not-always-greener-on-other.html' title='The grass is NOT always greener on the other side'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-3762785295981940034</id><published>2008-02-17T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:14:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was browsing trough my collection of mp3s when I came across '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don%27t_Look_Back_in_Anger"&gt;Oasis - Don't look back in anger&lt;/a&gt;' track. If &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%28What%27s_the_Story%29_Morning_Glory%3F"&gt;(What's the story)  Morning glory&lt;/a&gt; is not one of 'the' best album of the last century or so, than I don't know what is! Listening to the bands now days is so boring. I miss the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana_%28band%29"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thevervetv"&gt;The Verve&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupac_Shakur"&gt;Tupac Shakur&lt;/a&gt; (OK this is not a band) and the rest of the 90s. The gigs, the fan-zine, the doc' mart, the mini bus, the DIY your own cassette compilation, etc. I miss the time when my friends and I would swap cd's because we were just to poor to buy each on our own. Time tu valuable gile ok cd. With one cd you can swap with others and get 3-4 more poor quality (dub kat cassette) album hahaha. Now days who need cd  when we have  broadband to download mp3s or watch the video clip in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah those were the days. Anyway, just to relive those days, I leave you guys with this video no thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-ysg62GmFo"&gt;youtube &lt;/a&gt;(the irony!). So tell me what do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ysg62GmFo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ysg62GmFo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-3762785295981940034?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/3762785295981940034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=3762785295981940034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/3762785295981940034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/3762785295981940034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2008/02/90s.html' title='The 90s'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-1838258976994670852</id><published>2008-02-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:39:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False alarm</title><content type='html'>Yeay! who would have thought I will be writing in here again, well I certainly don't :p but don't worry, this is just a false alarm. I just want to have an archive in the year of 2008 :op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see if this post will once again kick start my interest in blogging. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-1838258976994670852?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/1838258976994670852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=1838258976994670852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1838258976994670852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1838258976994670852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2008/02/false-alarm.html' title='False alarm'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-999300894202155211</id><published>2007-09-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:12:10.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite quote of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Location : Gerai Nasi Lemak kat Kg Melayu Ampang&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10+am&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11 Sept 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fat one&lt;/span&gt;: Panas sial Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shades&lt;/span&gt;: Argh kau mentang-mentang baru balik Malaysia berlagak pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fat one&lt;/span&gt;: Betul sial, dah la sakit perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shades&lt;/span&gt;: Kau memang. Time-time nak dekat bulan puasa mula lah gastrik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fat one&lt;/span&gt;: Dah nak buat macam mana, itu kelebihan aku. Tuhan kasi masing-masing ada kelebihan masing-masing, dah itu kelebihan aku. Yang kau jelous apesal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic hehehe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-999300894202155211?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/999300894202155211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=999300894202155211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/999300894202155211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/999300894202155211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/09/favourite-quote-of-month.html' title='Favourite quote of the month'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-955535144350543561</id><published>2007-07-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:04:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you did things you never thought you would do. I hope I made the right one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-955535144350543561?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/955535144350543561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=955535144350543561&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/955535144350543561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/955535144350543561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-youre-in-love.html' title='You know you&apos;re in love..'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-5710080857159618748</id><published>2007-06-27T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:25:33.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a good news and a bad news. The good news is, I will still be around for another year or so. The bad news is, I will still be around for another year or so. I am so naive, I knew I should have slip that RM50 together with my application form. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/RoJJurrVRII/AAAAAAAAABE/kvCMWM1ZTh4/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/RoJJurrVRII/AAAAAAAAABE/kvCMWM1ZTh4/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080704395974624386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-5710080857159618748?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/5710080857159618748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=5710080857159618748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/5710080857159618748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/5710080857159618748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/06/ying-yang.html' title='Ying yang'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/RoJJurrVRII/AAAAAAAAABE/kvCMWM1ZTh4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-1761155843379722023</id><published>2007-06-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:25:33.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project dah habis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeay! Like finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0033hrs now. I have missed so many things over the past few mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nth that I don't even know where to start. I can vaugely  remember the last time I went back home. I didn't kept my promise to take my family for a holiday. I lost a family member and I didn't manage to visit her while I can. I missed so many weddings invitations. I can't entertainted my friends who were in town and all these for this stupid project? You got to be fcuking kidding me! It better be a revolution for the mankind or I'm so gonna be pissed off with my self grrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the bright side, I did manage to take a break during my hectic schedule. Just like &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-quickie.html"&gt;what I did while I'm completing my thesis&lt;/a&gt; though this time its only 4 days inst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ead of a week hehehe but hey, I'll take that anyday. I went to &lt;a href="http://www.redangisland.com/"&gt;Pulau Redang&lt;/a&gt; earlier this month. Beautiful place, beautiful weather, beautiful beach, semua lah beautiful :p and I even did my first scuba dive there woot woot! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6jCv4XkRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HUxox-P34Ck/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6jCv4XkRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HUxox-P34Ck/s400/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079676697328455954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tempat lepak lepas penat main air :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6jC_4XkSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bf2f0Bjm1zc/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6jC_4XkSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bf2f0Bjm1zc/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079676701623423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way back, we made a stop at a place for lunch. We had eel soup. I'm not a big fan of any of the sea creature but considering I've ate bugs and grasshopper while I'm in Bangkok, I guess its not that bad. Don't ask me how it taste. It is still a fish, and for me all fish taste the same.  Just like chicken, tak kira la ayam kampung ke, ayam serama ke, it is still chicken and it should still taste like chicken. You don't eat chicken and taste it like bread do you? Okay I know, saya ignorant. Gesh, some people are really hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6mSf4XkTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mkLuZfFJsTI/s1600-h/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6mSf4XkTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mkLuZfFJsTI/s400/IMG_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079680266446278962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ever felt like eating something long and slimmy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(WTF??? Why I can't change the fcuking font after I inserted the picture?? This font is fcuking ugly la. Hello google if you reading this, please fix the stupid bug at this blogspot posting editor thank you very much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, berbalik kepada kisah saya, don't ask me where is this place. I don't know and I couldn't care less. Its not like I want to come back just for the food. I mean, if I want to eat something nasty, I should just head to Nasi Kandar Line Clear. I once played with a cat with my feet only to realize it was actually a rat. Oh yeaaahhhh, it was that big, but thats not the point. Oklah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 0126hrs, so it took me approximately 1hrs to complete a single post with less than 500 words. eerrr.... maybe I should start reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&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/16930328-1761155843379722023?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/1761155843379722023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=1761155843379722023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1761155843379722023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1761155843379722023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/06/project-dah-habis.html' title='Project dah habis!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rn6jCv4XkRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HUxox-P34Ck/s72-c/IMG_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-1281290964101206809</id><published>2007-05-02T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:18:33.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summary of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/P2vANA2IKT/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/P2vANA2IKT/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;yeah, this song pretty much sums up my life right now, well only if there is any lyrics in it to describe it la kan. I am officially hating my job right now, just like every other smart worker should feel. so if u like your job, then its time for a head check. and i actually saying this with a straight face. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-1281290964101206809?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/1281290964101206809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=1281290964101206809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1281290964101206809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/1281290964101206809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/05/summary-of-my-life_02.html' title='summary of my life'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-2477352238122721987</id><published>2007-03-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:25:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masa itu lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody blogger trick me into moving to the new version of blogger. Wehh!!! I like my old ID la! So now I have to type my full email address each time I want to login to blogger? Crap la wey, ingat pendek ke email aku. tskkkk... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeay, its that time of the year again. Its my birthday woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So what did I get for my birthday? Jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043260529724952434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rf1Cu0ABD3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I78GZfbX_qQ/s400/ixus60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ixus 60&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I wish for an 8Mp digital camera before but hey, I guess this will do. For that special someone who gave me this, thank you very much. I love you so much. Shut up Muz!! Okay I lied, the truth is I treat myself for this camera as my birthday gift. Tsk tsk tsk I know its pathetic but weh, sapa yang nak bagi aku digital camera la weh? Dah dah tak payah nak bagi remarks 'ala sapa suruh you beli dulu, I baru igt nak belikan you' I know you guys dont meant it ggrr ... &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom wish for my 27th birthday at 4.27pm. Hello mama? Seriously lah sometimes I felt my mom like teasing with my feelings. How can you even forget your son's age? Ok so I forgot her age once or twice but takkan nak balas dendam pulak. At least I always mistaken her age to be younger than she should be, thats a compliment la kan? kan? Oh well whatever it is, I still love you the same tehehehe :op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway you people know the drill, be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-2477352238122721987?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/2477352238122721987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=2477352238122721987&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/2477352238122721987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/2477352238122721987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/03/masa-itu-lagi.html' title='masa itu lagi'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M6WGSFaxb30/Rf1Cu0ABD3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I78GZfbX_qQ/s72-c/ixus60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-117371021445852542</id><published>2007-03-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:36:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>setelah sekian lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/1600/720638/DSC00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/400/271931/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya, setelah sekian lama akhirnya I'm updating this blog. Wow that must have been the longest break I ever had. Well its not really a break, work is still a pig. Heehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its been so long that I write that I don't really know what to write. Macam kereta la jugak kan, kalau dah lama tak start mesti agak susah nak start kan hahaha XD. Hopefully this entry will kickstart this blog again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I received quite a feedback from my previous post. Some from known acquaintance, some from new visitor. I appreciate all comments, thanks alot. Until then, cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-117371021445852542?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/117371021445852542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=117371021445852542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/117371021445852542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/117371021445852542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/03/setelah-sekian-lama.html' title='setelah sekian lama'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116949192674095838</id><published>2007-01-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:52:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I promise to post an entry about bangkok but nah, I just don't feel like to.... so bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its a long weekend here in Kulim. Did I mention Kulim? Oh yes, I've been transferred to Kulim for about 3 weeks now. It wasn't that bad though I know I'm just being denial tehehe. Anyway as I mentioned, its a long weekend here. We have 2 days replacement holiday for Awal Muharam and Sultan Kedah's birthday for Monday and Tuesday. So I took the oportunity to attend a friend's wedding in Kelantan. It was good I guess though nothing much have change the last time I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/400/374615/DSC00578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a different note, there is something bothering me. Is it really fair for people to judge someone they only know from far apart? I know semua org akan cakap it is not fair. Tapi kenapa masih ada yang still judge people from the way they dress? the car they drive? the education they have? boleh tak instead of blatanly percaya apa orang cakap kita make an effort to know them first? ah tgk aku dah jadi emotional dah. things just quite fuck up right now. I hope one of MARA people is reading this cause I damn fucking need that fucking scholar! Ok thats all for now, have a nice day people! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116949192674095838?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116949192674095838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116949192674095838&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116949192674095838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116949192674095838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-tuesday.html' title='its tuesday!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116807815686179183</id><published>2007-01-06T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:09:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena bom lagik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My recent trip to Bangkok was awsome. Chatuchak weekend market memang wicked cool sial. Aku siap buat new year resolution that I'll be back semata-mata nak shopping till I drop kat Chatuchak weekend market. Hahahaha and I never was a hardcore shopper before =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiyo tak tahu la apa suwey, dah dua tempat aku pergi kena bom. Kalau sapa-sapa rajin baca my previous post mesti ingat dulu time aku pergi Bali pun kes lebih kurang sama juga. Hehehe tapi dua-dua kali aku bernasib baik and this time I was even luckier (is there such a word?) sebab aku dah blah dari bangkok the morning the bomb(s) explode (which I heard killed 3 people) to Koh Samui. Celebrating new year at the beach of Koh Samui was certainly a new experience for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway rasa cam malas pulak nak tulis secara details about the trip sekarang, maybe later bila I have the luxury of time [which I miss sorely lately huwaaaa :'( ] I will blog about the trip in detail. Ni kira cam preview laaa hahaha. So tunggu ok, jangan terkejut what yours truly makan while he is in Bangkok hahaha :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116807815686179183?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116807815686179183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116807815686179183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116807815686179183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116807815686179183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2007/01/kena-bom-lagik.html' title='Kena bom lagik!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116570894678918562</id><published>2006-12-10T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:03:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When writing is not that fun anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I still remember the time when I found writing was really fun. Now, It’s not anymore. Nowadays I just write out of boredom. Like now. I am so bored that I thought "Hhmm.... what should I do? Oh ya! I have a blog! Why don't I just write something in it? That would be fun." Apparently it is not. It took me 15 minutes just to write up until here. Heee XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How time flies, that Christmas is just around the corner again. I still remember about a year ago I made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bell-rocks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish list to Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, let’s check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;To get a real job! Please Santa, I don't want to be part of the statistic (unemployment)!! and further more, I don't want to bleed through my ears listening to my mom's nagging&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;To hook up with a hottie! Dear Santa, please hook me up with some hottie. Life's is much wonderful that way I guess. I don't want to end up being like you. Old, fat and lonely.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A new 8Mp digi cam. I need a new digi cam to satisfy my fetish need. Preferably with 3x optical zoom and more so that I can have a better zoom from my room (if you know what I mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;A brand new notebook. So that I can be connected to the www anytime, anywhere and blog. Need I say more?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;An N70 or E1000 or any 3G mobile phone. Well I need a 3G phone so that I can video call my hottie that I requested earlier remember?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And lastly, I wish that I and everybody who read this blog to have a wonderful year’s ahead, happiness, prosperity and may all our dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha Oh well, I managed to strike out 4 out of 5 (abaikan yang last point tu) of my wish list. That’s like 80% success rate for me. So I guess it wasn't such a bad year for me lah kan. So maybe this year, I should put up like 100 wishlist and achieved like 80 of it. =b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I think I wouldn't be around to blog for Christmas (yeah, muzani nak cuti from blogging yet again hahaha), so I wish all of you an advance Merry Christmas and Selamat Tahun Baru!!! See you guys next year (hopefully la kan gagagaga)!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/1600/738979/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/400/93263/DSC00247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queensbay Mall - Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/16930328-116570894678918562?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116570894678918562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116570894678918562&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116570894678918562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116570894678918562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-writing-is-not-that-fun-anymore.html' title='When writing is not that fun anymore'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116532996691361684</id><published>2006-12-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:46:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISCLAIMER *Berikut adalah sebuah kisah benar yang telah diolah semula setelah mendapat persetujuan dari yang empunya diri.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saya ada seorang kawan. Kawan saya ini bernama Siti (part of her real name). Saya sudah berkawan dengannya selama hampir (jap nak kira) 3-4 tahun sejak dari zaman UiTM lagi. Di waktu lapang, Siti amat gemar bermain futsal bersama rakan-rakannya. Dan hasil daripada minatnya terhadap sukan futsal juga lah, maka hari ini ada satu entry khas untuk kawan saya yang bernama Siti ini wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aku dengan Siti ni kira baik jugak lah. Kenal pun dah lama. Setakat main tampar-tampar kepala tu kira biasa lah. So satu hari tu Siti cerita la kat aku yang dia ada minat sorang mamat ni. Let's just call him B. Siti kenal mamat ni melalui kawan-kawan futsal dia. Sekali dengar memang macam cerita Gol &amp; Gincu je kan? Ada girl, ada boy and ada futsal. Tapi Siti ni takde lah girly macam Fazura tu. Fazura tu girly sangat la (just in case Fazura is reading this, call me babe *wink*wink). Tapi macam biasa la kan, kalau cerita diorang ni straight foward (Siti suka B, B suka Siti) baik aku tak payah buat entry ni kan. Lebih baik aku buat entry pasal cerita "The Red Kebaya" ke lagi bagus. Anyway ada la si Siti ni tunjuk kat aku friendster mamat ni. Mamat ni aku kategorikan dalam golongan happening gak la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So berbalik kepada cerita aku tadi, Siti ni dah macam angau gila kat mamat B ni. Dia punya angau sampai tiap-tiap kali aku Y!m ngan dia, takde topik lain dah yang nak dia cerita melain kan B dia tu. B ni, B tu, B sana, B sini bla..bla..bla. Sampai kadang-kadang tu malas nak dengar, tapi member punya pasal dengar jugak la pasal kalau tak layan nanti dia taknak layan aku punya masalah pulak wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tapi yang jadi problem nya, si Siti ni pengecut nak mati. Kalau dalam english diorang panggil 'coward'. Aku penah nasihat dia, ajak jela mamat tu keluar kan kalau dah betul-betul minat. Tapi dia tak berani. Alasan dia? alasan dia, dia perempuan. Perigi tak boleh cari timba. Lagipun dia cakap dia dah make an effort to show him her interest. She already sms him a couple of times, call him 2-3 times. So according to her, kenapa B tak boleh make an effort pulak? and because of this, Siti ada sikit rasa rendah diri. Yelah mamat ni happening kan, lepak pun ngan awek-awek yang happening. So she just kept her feelings to herself. Pastu nak dijadikan cerita, mamat ni kena balik kampung dia pulak kat Johor. Kesian dekat Siti ni pun ada jugak pasal sejak dia tengok cerita "Cinta" tu tak habis-habis dia asyik cakap "Love means letting go" banyak-banyak kali =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway the reason why I wrote this entry is because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea what else to write hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Siti is driving me nuts dengan angau dia tu and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was hoping maybe you people can help her. Sometimes we listen to strangers better than to those close with us. Don't worry, I am damn sure she is reading this. So please people, knock some sense to this poor girl. Aku dah tak larat dah nak nasihat huuwwaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116532996691361684?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116532996691361684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116532996691361684&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116532996691361684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116532996691361684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/12/kawan-saya.html' title='Kawan saya'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116437230861183290</id><published>2006-11-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:07:09.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When boredom strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/1600/659591/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1066/1620/320/473891/DSC00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When boredom strikes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah when boredom strikes we (okay ‘I’ =b) do silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really weird for me for the past week or so. First, I’ll be transferring from Penang to Kulim next month. How bad is that? It’s like selling your 3 series Beemer for a 660cc Perodua Kancil. What? Not bad enough? What about ditching Maya Karin for a gay partner? Okay I know I exaggerate that, so what? It was really that bad from my point of view when I first heard the news. Yeah I know I’ve been complaining about Penang for as long as I can remember but at least I can still get my weekly dosage of movie to keep me sane either from the RM6 Wednesday show at GSC or the RM20 complete DVD box set of Supernatural at Batu Feringghi. Well I guess the sayings were right after all, “you’ll only appreciate things when you’ve lost it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the brighter note, well I started blogging back. hahaha. Happy weekend sucker! muahahaha XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116437230861183290?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116437230861183290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116437230861183290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116437230861183290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116437230861183290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='When boredom strikes'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116348196651453426</id><published>2006-11-14T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:26:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anagaram dan thesaurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/DSC00035.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/DSC00035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you were wondering what are these people in blue t-shirt are doing, well its part of the Intel Involved program, more or less like volunteers for the sake of charity. So last week they organize a Charity Treasure Hunt 2006 and yours truly did join the event. Okay I know I'm not so much the type to do charity but let me clarify that the sole purpose I join this event is to get the blue colored t-shirt and to go sightseeing from Penang to Kulim. Its pathetic I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before we (4 person in each group) started the journey, we (okay maybe it was just myself tehehehe) were pretty much confident that we could at least make the top 10. I mean how hard can treasure hunt be? We came prepared with all the latest technology we can think of. We have one Oxford dictionary (English - English), two DBP dictionary (English - Malay and Malay - English), one laptop equipped with Thesaurus, anagram breaker, synonyms and antonym software. Not only that, we also brought along our digital camera just in case we miss something along the way for our reference. I know this looks kiasu and this is just a charity event but hey, we might as well win the RM800 shopping voucher while we at it right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, were we wrong. I swear I can do the SPM paper all over again and pass with straight A's but the questions for the treasure hunt were fcuking tough! Here is one of the question where we failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: It forces you to go crazy if you eat here.&lt;br /&gt;Our Answer: Kafe Happy Sun&lt;br /&gt;Our Logic: Orang gila je nak makan kat matahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL answer: Restoran Pak Samad.&lt;br /&gt;It's Logic: Forces = &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Paksa&lt;/span&gt; (in malay). Crazy = &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;. Restoran &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pak Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course this is just the easy one. So I guess that really sums up our treasure hunt. I don't really think we did that bad for a first timer (excuses excuses), we managed to get 19/29 answers correctly but it hurts to think that there are actually teams who managed to get it all correct. So just to soothe our ego, we came up with theories that they got leak question and stuff lah but the truth is we just suck. Kami ingat kami hebat tapi sebenarnya we're not. Woi learn to accept defeat la korang! muahahahaha. Anyway, here to the Flying Dutchman team, we did had a lot of fun didn't we? Better luck next year! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/DSC00048.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116348196651453426?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116348196651453426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116348196651453426&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116348196651453426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116348196651453426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/11/anagaram-dan-thesaurus.html' title='Anagaram dan thesaurus'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116288584511650900</id><published>2006-11-07T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:50:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet my new toy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my new &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pc3_1_1&amp;amp;zone=&amp;lm=pc3_1&amp;amp;prid=6334"&gt;K800i SonyEricsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I hope that explain for the lack of update ya. Who wants to update this stopid blog when I can play with my new toy? As the advert says, "Its a camera with a phone, not a phone with a camera" hahahaha tak sabar nak amik gambar sendiri like other budak-budak kat &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; selalu buat. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116288584511650900?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116288584511650900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116288584511650900&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116288584511650900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116288584511650900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116114508120417320</id><published>2006-10-18T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:18:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on your berbuka menu? Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so last week we had Nasi Beriyani Hameediyah for buka puasa. Too bad la &lt;a href="http://betik.blogspot.com"&gt;bertique&lt;/a&gt; if you don't trust me tehehehe but saya berjanji apa yang ditulis didalam entry saya yang &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-on-your-berbuka-menu-pt-1.html"&gt;sebelum&lt;/a&gt; ini dan yang ini adalah yang benar dan tiada yang benar melainkan yang benar-benar belaka. So next stop is ........ banana leaf rice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oklah jugak the banana leaf rice. Tapi takde la uumphh sangat for me to come back every week. Tapi biasa la, dah lapar habis jugak la nasi yang maha banyak tu. Sometimes I frightened myself remembering how much I can actually eat. tamak tak hengat muahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok after banana leaf rice, the menu for my next session of buka puasa is ..... BBQ!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/IMG_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cite banyak pun tak guna, tengok jela kambing-kambing tu. Do you smell it? Can you feel the heat? Yes I know, it is so tempting. Punya la banyak kambing nak masak kami bukak sampai 3 BBQ grill. Ada ayam, ada daging, ada sausage dan lain-lain la tapi main course dia sudah pasti lah kambing =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway tamat la sudah siri "Whats on your berbuka menu" untuk season ini. Sila tunggu season hadapan pulak kalau nak tahu kesudahannya. So before I sign off, I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a HAPPY DEEPAVALI and SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI. Mintak maap mintak ampun if somehow, someway my writings offended some of you. For any duit raya you want to give me, please proceed to my maybank2u okay? Happy holidays people!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116114508120417320?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116114508120417320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116114508120417320&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116114508120417320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116114508120417320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-on-your-berbuka-menu-pt-2.html' title='Whats on your berbuka menu? Pt 2'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-116073524175396968</id><published>2006-10-13T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:41:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on your berbuka menu? Pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah so I promise &lt;a href="http://wegra.blogspot.com"&gt;weggy&lt;/a&gt; (sebenarnya nak retaliate ggrrr..) that I'll post pictures of what Penangite would have for buka puasa. But first let me put a disclaimer that all opinion are personally mine and not related to others, so first lets go to the best Nasi Beriyani in town, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Buka%20posa%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hameediyah yo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Buka%20posa%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the main course is of cos, nasi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beriyani laaa.....(before berbuka =P) uuuuhh look at those quater chicken man. Kalau datang penang wajib singgah kat Hameediyah okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Buka%20posa%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuba tengok kat muka-muka ghairah mereka menunggu waktu berbuka. Tak cukup kah ekspresi muka mereka mengambarkan betapa sedapnya nasi beriyani itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Buka%20posa%20023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Licin I tell you, sedap tak sedap la kan. Ni lah nasib Nasi Beriyani tadi pada pukul 7.18pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Buka%20posa%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Buka%20posa%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Buka%20posa%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Buka%20posa%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cite banyak pun tak guna, kalau nak direction to Hameediyah, don't hesitate to email me. Next stop is...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to be continue tehehehe =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-116073524175396968?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/116073524175396968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=116073524175396968&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116073524175396968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/116073524175396968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-on-your-berbuka-menu-pt-1.html' title='Whats on your berbuka menu? Pt 1'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115986560798500664</id><published>2006-10-03T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:53:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Param pap paa paa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As aku jalan-jalan carik makan at Pasar Ramadhan (param) Bayan Baru yesterday, I remember an &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogger-idol.html"&gt;incident that happen about a year &lt;/a&gt;ago. Yeah it was a year ago thehehe. Sial rasa lucu pulak bila aku baca balik. Anyway as you should have know (if you read the entry), I did went to param stadium Shah Alam tu for 3 straight days. What you didn't know is that I did not went there for only 3 days, but actually for almost the whole month or Ramadhan! But who am I kidding la, param stadium tu is twice bigger even if the whole param in Penang combine. Ye memang, memang param kat penang ni limited gile bab. The chances of I found what I looked for is almost next to nothing. I think I have more chances of finding a mermaid here in Penang daripada jumpa orang yang aku carik tu huhuhu =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway last week I had a argument, ok not argument, discussion with a colleague. We were chatting and suddenly she came up with the question "why do men fall easily in love with physical beauties?" which I have a slight feeling she was refering to me and the story above. Anyway as much as I hate to admit it, but yeah physical beauties is the first things that I notice but I don't think I'm the weird one isn't it? I appreciate the beautiful things in life just like every body else. Macam korang-korang perempuan jugak, korang pun nak handbag yang cantik-cantik kan? Nak kasut yang cun-cun kan? Walaupun kualiti dia tak la berapa tiptop pun. Kalau kasi handbag yang hodoh-hodoh tu mesti korang re-wrap pastu bagi kat charity kan? Hahaha ok maybe not all but I believe most of us are attracted to the beautiful things in life. Kira analoginya macam kereta la. Bile kita nampak kereta lawa kat jalan, kita jadi minat kereta tu walaupun kita tak pernah test drive kereta tu punya performance. BUT, there is a big but, like me, I only admire the physical beauty. There is a big difference between admire and in love. I admire beauty but of course when choosing love, the inner beauty plays a major part as well. Ok paham tak ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday aku ada misi to eat nasi padang for berbuka puasa which aku consider gagal. Gagal sebab nasi padang apa kejadahnya takde dendeng daging ngan sambal kentang goreng? Terung goreng lagi la jangan tanya. Misi akan diteruskan dalam episod yang lain. To those yang tak pernah makan nasi padang, sila kembali ke pangkal jalan. Anda telah jauh terpesong. Ok until next times, selamat berbuka! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115986560798500664?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115986560798500664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115986560798500664&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115986560798500664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115986560798500664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/10/param-pap-paa-paa.html' title='Param pap paa paa'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115915635553083729</id><published>2006-09-25T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:52:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wwweeeeeeeeeee!! How time flies that I almost forgot that I've been blogging for a year now! Hip hip hooray to this blog! Happy anniversary you stupid blog. I hope you can survive another year with me. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week was pretty hectic for me. Heck, even the word hectic seems like an understatement. For the whole weekdays (except for fridays) I have to come into office at 8am and leave at 10pm on average. Thats a good 14 hours of work. The frustrating thing is, I'm doing stuff that doesn't even require my brain to work. I was using like 0.0032% of my full potential. Oh well, its their lost that they don't how to fully utilise a genius. tsk tsk tsk =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway last weekend I managed to catch &lt;a href="http://www.devilwearspradamovie.com/"&gt;'The devil wears prada'&lt;/a&gt;. Its a nice movie but I'm not gonna spoil it all for you guys by writing my review about it. While I'm watching it I can't help but ask myself, "how far will someone go to achieve their dreams?" I mean isit all worth it? The more time you spent for work, the less time you spent for yourself, your loves one, your friends and your family. Life is not like &lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.my/astromax/"&gt;Astro MAX&lt;/a&gt; where you can play, pause and resume anytime you like. Isit really worth it to miss your partner's birthday because you have dinner to attend? Isit really worth it spoil your family vacation because you had to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay before I sign off I want to wish all muslims, Selamat Berpuasa and jangan kalah to &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/serangga-oh-serangga_15.html"&gt;lipas&lt;/a&gt; okay hahahaha. Baibai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115915635553083729?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115915635553083729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115915635553083729&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115915635553083729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115915635553083729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/09/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115822161763604062</id><published>2006-09-14T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:13:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swing baby swwiinggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Life been pretty monotonous lately. Whats new with that eh? but recently I picked up on bowling. Its not that I'm anywhere near decent bowler let alone good bowler, but its something that I do to keep me sane. Its something to look foward to everyweek (besides the weekly movie outing of course). It's a good feeling when I imagine the pins were my boss, my collegues, my car financer and everybody else that pisses me off. I wish there are more than 10 pins in a bowling game so that I can imagine all of them (yes, there are MORE than 10 people that pisses me off). So any bowlers around Penang tak yg willing to teach me the proper way to bowl so that next time I bowl, I can hit all those annoying pins down. Tak best la my boss (pin nombor 10) asyik tak kena je =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I had a terible mood swing lately and I don't even know why. If I were a woman, then maybe I can blame it on PMS ( not you &lt;a href="http://cik-puan-muda-stress.blogspot.com/"&gt;CPMS&lt;/a&gt;) but the thing is, I am not. Last time I check, I'm still a perfectly healthy male. Well at least I think I am hehehe. I'm so sorry if I've annoyed you people lately, seriously I didn't mean it okay? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are lots of thing going trough my mind rite now. One of them is I want to further my studies. Ada tak mana-mana sugar mummy nak sponsor my education? Tak rugi la, sebab I can do lots of stuff. I can fix your stuff, I can do house chores, heck... I even read the english newspaper for you. My english is not that bad but I do look stupid if I speak malay. So what say you sugar mummy out there? Is that a bargain or what? Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On serious note, does anybody know any good engineering school especially in IC design or VLSI? If you do, please let me know okay? Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115822161763604062?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115822161763604062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115822161763604062&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115822161763604062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115822161763604062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-swing-baby-swwiinggggg.html' title='Mood swing baby swwiinggggg'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115681536979860130</id><published>2006-08-29T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:38:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the five signs that shows you are addicted to nicotine (in particular order):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. You took the trouble to hold your needs to go to the toilet and drive to the nearest convinient store when you realise you've ran out of cigarette. Whats the fun of going to the toilet if you can't smoke ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. When you went out for a drink with your friends at Starbuck or Coffee Bean or anywhere lah, you always choose to sit outside in the open air even if you know it is more comfortable with the aircond inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Whenever you heard someone died because of lung cancer all you can say is " Oh, dah memang ajal dia. Even if he/she doesn't smoke he/she gonna die anyway " or in simpler word, denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Whenever someone come to you and tell you that you actually burning your money, you go beserk and came up with excuses like " Oi! kau tahu tak jalan nak pergi rumah kau tu takkan ada kalau aku tak merokok" or " I'm doing the country a favour okay, I am actually generating the income for the government, that thounsands of people who work at the tobacco company, bla bla bla".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. The most significant signs to show that you are addicted to nicotine is when you know the government gonna increase the price of tobacco in the next (coming) budget and you furiously vow to yourself " Aku tak kira, I'm still gonna keep on smoking as a protest to the government! Go on, increase the price! You think by hiking the price you can stop me smoking? Screw you! You never gonna stop me from smoking nyeh nyeh nyeh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So kawan-kawan, lets make sure the RM20mil spent by the government on the &lt;strong&gt;'Tak nak'&lt;/strong&gt; campaign worth it. Mari kita ramai-ramai katakan &lt;strong&gt;TAK NAK........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'KAMI &lt;strong&gt;TAK NAK&lt;/strong&gt; BERHENTI MEROKOK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115681536979860130?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115681536979860130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115681536979860130&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115681536979860130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115681536979860130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/08/five-signs.html' title='Five signs'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115621616444955962</id><published>2006-08-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:09:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla@st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a real bla@st last weekend. Met few new people along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started the weekend with a night out at Cynna. Its sort of a farewell party for a good friend of mine, a brother to me, my partner in crime, dazman. I've been all over the place with this boy, done alot of silly stuff along the way. I know life wouldn't be the same without you around anymore la bro but I'm glad we had the night out at Cynna that night cause that was for you la bitch! Shiet I shouldn't be doing that again anytime soon hahahaha. So dude, I hope you had alot of fun that night too and I wish you all the best in New York (tapi aku tahu mesti tak se'fun' mana without me around hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next day, I went to Time Square and then head on to The Curve to meet a friend and then went on to KL Jam Asia to watch Stonebay with another group of people before ending the night off. Hahahaha ok wa ada curfew tapi comel apa lelaki ada curfew ? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway Dazman, by the time you read this (WHICH U BETTER READ!!) you must probably had arrived in New York. I just wanted to say, I love you man (eerr... in a good way) and please don't tell me anything about the concert/gig yang kau akan pergi kat sana. Kau sekadar pissed me off saja for being stuck in this stoopid island okay? but do tell me (and preferbly attached with pictures) about your life over there. Lastly aku harap kau tak lupa bawak sejadah seperti yang aku pesan hari tu. (hahaha okok wa gurau je sorry man, sorry!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here to the last trip we had. I know we gonna miss it. Cheers bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/28883297121585l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/28883297121585l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115621616444955962?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115621616444955962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115621616444955962&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115621616444955962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115621616444955962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/08/blast.html' title='Bla@st'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115581588584324591</id><published>2006-08-17T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:58:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babi In Total Control of Herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm pissed off. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my work. Seriously I do, eventhough I've been complaining alot about my work, deep down inside I do enjoy it. But what I don't like is the people around me. They are just plain shit, manipulative and opportunist. Okay not all of them, I do love some of them (that includes my collegues who read this huhuhu) but I just can't stand some of them. One of them is my cubemate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, my cubemate is a new hire who just join about 2 month ago. I would describe her as, good looking and sexy. Its every guys dream to spend 8 hours everyday with a hottie. So I was thrilled when I found out that my new cubemate is a hottie. Everyday for the next week or so I was excited to go to work. As times goes by she start to get to know people around and her circle of friends pun semakin besar. Well, its okay with me lah cause eventhough she is not that bad, I just don't find anything interesting about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As she became the talk of the office, guys pun start lah datang. You know lah when there is shit, there will be fly as well nearby and these guys macam datang to my cube every hour okay. At first I was cool with it, but after a while the frequency of these guys datang makin kerap pulak. If they just come to say hi ke, its okay lah kan, tapi ni tidak, berbual macam tgh lepak kat starbuck pulak and they were talking in their languages "cong ceng, cong ceng, cong ceng" dah rasa macam kat pasar malam lah pulak. ARGH!! last time my cubemate mmg lah tak cun pun, but at least I had my privacy but now? tsk tsk tsk =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was really annoying you know. I did hinted to them that I was uncomfortable with them around but did they even care?? Noooo, they don't care. I guess they felt they are supperior than I am. That they are the majority and I'm the minority here. Shit, now I sounded like a fucking racist pulakkk. Well as times goes by I learn how to tolerate with her antics. I'm not the type who seek confrontation, I'll rather give in and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway early this week she came to me and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT: &lt;/strong&gt;Hi Muz, I want to change my cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUZ: &lt;/strong&gt;Hi! Oh really? that is so sad (buat-buat muka sedih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, cause I cannot stand you smoking. I sensitive to the smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUZ: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh okay ( &lt;strong&gt;WTF??????&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holly shit! I cannot believe this! Instead of admiting she was a nuisance, she have indirectly put the blame one me! I mean what the hell was that ?? Are you a fucking joke?? Hello?? I've been putting up with your antics all this while and never said a word pun and suddenly I'm the bad guy. Bollocks la perempuan ni!! ^#!)#%_#^#&amp;^* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today she pack her stuff. I thought okay lah Muz, at least she is out of your life. Who cares what she said lah kan. Apparently she still save the best for the last. While she was packing up her stuff and trying to unplugged her desktop, she 'ACCIDENTLY' switch off my desktop!!! Oh GOD!!! what have I done to deserve this?? I've been a good boy all year!! I don't deserve to be tested like this. I swear at that time I could see myself hentak kepala dia kat meja sebanyak 11 kali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway I have to give it to her lah. I mean she been driving me nuts for month and I couldn't say a single word to her. Yeay to her. You won bitch. I bet she must sitting with her friends and laughing their ass off and making jokes of me. *sob*sob*sob* life is a bitch after all =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115581588584324591?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115581588584324591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115581588584324591&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115581588584324591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115581588584324591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/08/babi-in-total-control-of-herself.html' title='Babi In Total Control of Herself'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115555354911882496</id><published>2006-08-14T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:05:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoopid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever felt so stupid that you just want to wack your head to the walls? Have you confess to someone only to be rejected without hesitation and felt so stupid? Have you ever envy your best friend everytime he/she pass the exams with flying colors that just make you feel stupid? Have you ever wish you just die because you are just plain stupid ? Well don't kill yourself just yet cause apparently, there is still hope for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Anti-Stupidity” Pill Has Been Developed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Alexandra Lupu, Health News Editor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believe it or not, the first pill that could cure stupidity was recently developed, German newspaper states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just for fun, it is for real and scientifically based and tested! German newspaper Bild reports that a new “anti-stupid” pill has been developed. Hans-Hilger Ropers, director at Max-Planck-Institute for Molecular Genetics in Berlin created the “magic” pill and tested it on mice. It proved to be working on little animals' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nerve cells by regulating and enhancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;short-term memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and also improving attentiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pill was tested on lab mice and also on drosophila flies. The “anti-stupidity” pill had a beneficial effect on subjects' brain because it counteracted hyperactivity in specific neurons. By thwarting hyperactivity of some brain cells, the pill was really efficient on “upgrading” short-term memory and also focusing and concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hans-Hilger Ropers could be seen as the first “inventor” of a pill that could cure stupidity, as the German newspaper called Bild dubs the pill as “the world's first anti-stupidity pill.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether this “wonder” drug is going to treat and chase away all types of stupidity and dumb ideas is still under question. Labeling the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; as a supposed “anti-stupidity ” pill could be a bit exaggerated and distorted from reality. However, by improving the activity of memory cells and also the concentration skills, the pill could really have “magic powers” against degenerative neurological &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that gradually damage humans' cognitive function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“With mice and fruit flies we were able to eliminate the loss of short-term memory,” stated scientist Hans-Hilger Ropers for the German newspaper. Further studies are needed, however, in order to establish if the pill is as effective on human neurons as it was on the nerve cells in the brain of mice and drosophila flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.softpedia.com/news/Anti-Stupidity-Pill-Has-Been-Developed-32245.shtml"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahahaha now who needs to study be smart eh? Hey &lt;a href="http://www.heritage-tech.net/9/the-nur-amalina-story/"&gt;Amalina&lt;/a&gt;! Now I can play play also better than you, you cannot go around berlagak-berlagak anymore. x-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115555354911882496?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115555354911882496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115555354911882496&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115555354911882496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115555354911882496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/08/stoopid.html' title='stoopid'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115337840844982416</id><published>2006-07-20T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:53:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as I stated previously, 2 weeks ago I went back to KL. You know what they said, there is no place like home. Oh well, I should have known cause on the first night I'm back, KL reminds me what I missed the most about KL. The rude and inconsiderate inhabitant of this cosmopolitan. Check it out yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Image544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/Image544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Image545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/Image545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes, the very first night I arrived home &gt;( Due to parking constraint at my house, I have to park my car in front of the house. When I woke up that morning tengok my car kena bang I was really pissed. I know last time when I lost my wheels I wasnt upset but to see my car kena bang macam ni and there is no one to blame is a whole different story. You know, its like you lost a football match and there is no Ronaldo to blame for his weight, or the kayu referree, or zidane for his headbutt. THERE IS NO ONE TO BLAME AND THAT PISSES ME OFF!!! I wish I could blame my cat ke, the tree ke, anything la. As long as there is someone/something to put the blame on. Sedih tau tsk tsk tsk when I have to pay ratus2 and I cannot claim it was somebody else's fault =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've decided that I'm going to be on hiatus for a while. No, I'm not gonna closed this blog down. I hope I can blog again soon (",). Cheers ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115337840844982416?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115337840844982416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115337840844982416&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115337840844982416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115337840844982416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115200091283233766</id><published>2006-07-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:15:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going back home. Yeaayyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I can't wait for the finals of World Cup 2006. Bosan la tengok dekat mamak. Takde party vibe langsung. Well, last 2 week adalah beach party organized by Hitz.Fm and Hotlink at Feringghi. With hot babe in spaghetti and hot pants, I couldn't complain much. But thats the only highlite of this world cup la, every other night semua nya dull. Oh well, I hope KL will have a massive party just like 2002. That would be cool. *drool*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'll see you guys over the weekend? KL heeerrrreeeee I cccooommmeeeeeeee!!!!Woohhooo!! X-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115200091283233766?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115200091283233766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115200091283233766&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115200091283233766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115200091283233766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115088176185084161</id><published>2006-06-21T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:22:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best bola-bola mak mandin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok la, whats the fun of blogging if I for once never did blog about my favourite sports, football. I'm rooting for Holland this World cup with the mighty Ruud Van Nistelrooy bagging the golden boot awards but realisticly speaking, Brazil and Argentina seems by far the favourite for this year World Cup and we might seeing an all South American final for the world cup. That would be cool and I would'nt mind that at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I just realise that &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/04/johan-yang-jahat.html"&gt;Johan yang jahat &lt;/a&gt;never had any proper closure. Muz, muz, you sure are getting old by the day and I just hate my age now. I mean whats with 25? I stuck somewhere in the middle you know. I definitely not on my early 20's teens or the late 20's adult. Its like I'm stuck in no man's land. The teens think I'm too old to hang out with and the adult thinks I'm too young to join them. Great! If I can wish for one thing, I would wish for unlimited cash to be spend. Yes I know it got nothing to do with age at all hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/04/johan-yang-jahat.html"&gt;Johan yang jahat&lt;/a&gt;, well what can I say. Most of the comments are predictable. No, predictable is not a bad thing. Besides, there are no right or wrong in &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/04/johan-yang-jahat.html"&gt;Johan yang jahat&lt;/a&gt;. I would like to think it as a different point of view rather than you are right, I am wrong kinda stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So from the comments, most of us agree that Fasha, Johan, Joe and Kamal were all wrong. Well, I guess this is the typical human reaction when facing with a problem. The first thing we would do is to find someone to blame instead of attacking the problem itself. This shit happens on daily basis and became more obvious at corporate level. In the office, when the dateline is not met, when the project turns out bad, someone will be blame. People will point their finger to the next person just so they can save their ass. Its not a bad thing, its called survival. hahahaha yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First lets look at Fasha, Fasha is the culprit because she wears sexy outfit. Sapa suruh pakai sexy-sexy? (sounds familiar kan?) Its weird because this phrase only applies for rape VICTIM. Somehow, rape VICTIM is deem as the culprit here in Malaysia. When someone got rape, the first thing the public would do is blame the VICTIM. Sapa suruh pakai sexy-sexy? Sapa suruh jalan kat tempat gelap-gelap? Sapa suruh jalan sorang-sorang? bla bla bla... the thing is, she is the VICTIM!! I bet, no one on earth would want to be raped! If a woman is a victim of snacth theft, no one will blame her. No one would blame her even if she wears too many jewelry. No body cares if she was carriying her purse openly. People still treat her as the victim and the snacther as the culprit. So whats with this double standard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next lets look at Johan and Joe. Well I guess there are nothing much to write about Johan and Joe. There will always be another Johans and Joes around. No matter how stringent the law is, no matter how effective the enforcement is, there will always be someone opportunistic out there who want to take advantage over the helpless Fasha. Jahat la Johan dengan Joe ni &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for Kamal, well this is what I would call samseng kampung. The robin hood. But the truth is, two left doesnt make one right. The same would go for suicide bomber who killed the innocent public. It doesnt matter what your purpose is, the end result doesnt justify the means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last but not least, lets look at Pak Lah. I would like to think Pak Lah as YOU and ME. Yes, Pak Lah is US. We have the choice to make the world a better place. We can save lots of other Fasha by looking around us and for once, do something about it. Dont wait for Kamal to help Fasha when its already to late. Don't wait for the cleaner to pick up the garbage in front of us when we can pick it up ourselves. Dont wait for someone else to stop for an accident when you can stop and help yourself. The most important thing is, do not wait for someone else. If every one of us become more concern with everyone around us, I can assure you world will be a better place to live. Until then, don't forget to bring along your paper spray everywhere you go girls. Cheers! =b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115088176185084161?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115088176185084161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115088176185084161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115088176185084161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115088176185084161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-bola-bola-mak-mandin.html' title='best bola-bola mak mandin'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-115045735540226279</id><published>2006-06-16T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:53:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixth month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today marks the 6th month I'm here. Six month man, kalau time study dulu dah habis satu semester dah. Kalau pregnant, lagi 3 bulan dah beranak dah, Kalau bla bla bla... ok you get the drift =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So let see whats new with me after six month. First, &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-i-pimp-my-wheels_18.html"&gt;I lost my wheel&lt;/a&gt;. Marah punya pasal I spent RM2k for a new sets of wheel. Its a bloody waste of money but people do stupid stuff when they are upset or at least that what I would like to think la tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anywayyy, I've been working for six month and my savings now is reaching ..... RM0. Fcuk. Don't ask me why, it puzzles me as well. I think someone must been stealing my money cause it doesnt make sense at all. I'm not a shopaholic. In fact, the last time I shop was when I need to get a shirt for my dinner and that was 4 month ago and I'm certain I did not spend my money for entertainment, I mean, Penang? Entertainment? It just doesn't sounds right together (Unless your defination of entertainment is clubs with jinjang music). So thats why I made a conclusion that someone must be stealing my money, wait..... is toyol for real? cause if it is, then I can blame it on toyol then. Poor toyol hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So on this sixth month I made a promise to myself that by the end of the year, I must have enough savings for my 2 week gateaway holiday. Let just hope I dont involve in any serious relationship by then cause relationship/girls and savings just contradict themselves. Happy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-115045735540226279?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/115045735540226279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=115045735540226279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115045735540226279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/115045735540226279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/06/sixth-month.html' title='sixth month'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114860664393321244</id><published>2006-05-26T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:28:14.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This or that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why we can't always have what we want?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/IMG_9740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;P. Perhentian 120506&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or was it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why we always wan't something we can't have?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114860664393321244?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114860664393321244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114860664393321244&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114860664393321244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114860664393321244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-or-that.html' title='This or that'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114662001192885006</id><published>2006-05-03T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:37:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010203040506</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In case you haven't heard, tomorrow at exactly 1.02.03 AM we will have a sequence of 010203040506. They said it only happens once in a millenium. I said thats stupid. I can also say on the 1.02.03 AM, 5th of April this year the same thing happens (4/5/06) since at some part of this world we would write the date by month first. Or I can also said that on the 1st of Febuary 2003 at 4.05.06 AM the same thing happens if I decided to put the date first instead of the time. But who cares anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway last weekend had been a great weekend for me. A good friend of mine, Ninie came over to Penang and made me realise that there are still some things to keep me sane, friends. So we go jalan-jalan around Penang with no purposes. But on the sad note, another good friend of mine, Aiza, is leaving Penang for Kulim. Well I owe perempuan ni alot jugak, from my current job, my room, take me out for makan-makan, banyak laaaaa. Weh perempuan! you don't go berlagak-berlagak over there okeh. Kulim is definitely no match for Penang la. Jangan cakap karaoke, McDonalds also don't have ngahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/IMG_9612.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L-R : Feddy, Ninie and Niza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Sunday we attend a collegue's weddings, so Azman I know you won't be reading this but I just want to say Congratulations dude!!! Bodoh la semua orang dah settle down while I'm still living in my fantasy world. I mean, why would you want to jeopardise your freedom for marriage? But its okay, I know someday you guys will regret it anyway ngahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And oh ya, did I mention I'm going to Perhentian next week? Okay I haven't. Saja je nak kasi korang jelous. Later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114662001192885006?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114662001192885006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114662001192885006&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114662001192885006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114662001192885006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/05/010203040506.html' title='010203040506'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114580633938856987</id><published>2006-04-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:38:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolah ku syurga ku ... MY ASS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have so many things to write about but I'm just too lazy laaa. So I cheated by doing this meme tagged by &lt;a href="http://cik-puan-muda-stress.blogspot.com/"&gt;CPMS&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I know, I'm schweet like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW MANY SCHOOL DID YOU GO TO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Demmit la I don't remember my kindergarten so abaikan jela that part ye. In total can I say 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK Sri Subang Jaya (Standard 1-4)&lt;br /&gt;SRK Jalan Gurney 1 (Standard 5-6)&lt;br /&gt;SMK Taman KOSAS (Form 1-3)&lt;br /&gt;SMK Subang Utama (Form 4-5)&lt;br /&gt;UiTM (from pre-diploma to diploma to degree semua kat sini, gile tak berkembang minda aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS I THE STUDIOUS NERD OR THE LAST MINUTE HERO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A definite last minute hero, and I'm pretty good at it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS I THE TAIKO OR THE TEACHER'S PET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello? Wa rock beb! Tak main la teacher's pet ni (tho I like the song 'warisan wanita terakhir'). Masa sekolah dulu memang otai aaaa tapi bile masuk itm kena la but kissing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sket&lt;/span&gt; (stress kan perkataan 'sket' tu). Especially time nak complete kan my thesis. Menjatuhkan reputasi otai je kena butt kissing x-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST 2 SUBJECTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm good with numbers (or at least I think I am), so Math would be one of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chemistry lab, because I can play with the chemicals and try to kill each other with our very own versions of anthrax hahaha&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 TEACHERS I REMEMBER MOST (FOR WHATEVER REASON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Puan Asmah (SMK Subang Utama, Biology) - Sebab subject ni boring!! Tambah boring bile cikgu yang ajar pun boring!! Ada je salah aku di mata nya. Tidur dalam kelas pun salah, ponteng kelas pun salah, tak siap kerja rumah pun salah jugak? Bosan sial dia ni!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Science teacher (SMK Taman KOSAS, Science) - Okay I forgot her name but I sure remember her boobs. That time orang cakap tgh nak explore ourselves and she happens to teach science pulak tu. I don't know syllabus nowdays, but at that time we do learn about sex, sperm, genitals, etc. So ada la fantasizing a bit about this teacher nyeh nyeh nyeh =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Puan Nina Korlina (UiTM, Project Supervisor) - For the very obvious reason ! (refer &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-quickie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you were wondering why) For once I have to eat my pride and be her pet for the whole semester. Demmit I hate remembering it. Tak cool muz, sangat tak cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHO DO I TAG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak aci jugak pasal CPMS dah tagged semua orang, so I'm tagging my passive reader instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mariko - So you can write something useful in your blogs other than just 'Hello'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chocolatecake - I thought you have a blog kan? kat friendster? so shooh shooh pegi update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ilot - Jangan depress2 la makcik, ni pegi buat meme bangang ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dazman - Okay aku tahu ko tak blog, tapi aku tetap nak tag ko jugak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, please save yourself from commenting something like "Muz, you such a pervert". I mean, what's new with that?? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114580633938856987?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114580633938856987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114580633938856987&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114580633938856987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114580633938856987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/04/sekolah-ku-syurga-ku-my-ass_23.html' title='Sekolah ku syurga ku ... MY ASS!!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114484501137037659</id><published>2006-04-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:30:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johan yang jahat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last weekend I did managed to drag my ass back to KL. Well nothing much that I miss out except it was so good to be able to breathe the poluted air of Puduraya. It makes me so proud to be KLite all over again, but I don't intend to write about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to spend the 4 days to meet and catch up with my friends, but then I realised something, that I have too much friends to meet and 4 days is just not enough. Don't worry, wa tak lupa  janji manis wa sebelum wa blah penang and I don't intend to write about this either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really intend to write is, about my mom. You see, though we are on good terms, she always felt that I was a spoilt brat. I get what I want, when I want it, where I want it. She always felt that I need some lesson in life to realise things. So when I was younger, she would always force me to go to some motivational camp. Come on la maaa, tak rock la kalau my friends tahu I went to motivational camp kan. But anyway there was one time when I had to followed her instruction bile die umpan aku dgn skateboard yg aku idam2 kan . Not bad gak my mom punya negotiation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't remember the exact date and the instructor, it was sometimes in 1996 if I'm not mistaken. Though the camp was nothing extraordinary, there is one story told by the instructor that I want to share with the rest of you which I can never forget up until now. Tho I like to credit him, too bad that I forgot his name. So Mr. Anonymous, thanks for your story, in a way you made me a better man. (Diolah semula so the names, place n all kira cincai aaa ye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times ago, there was a gorgeous girl goes by the name Fasha. Fasha is considered the most beautiful women in her kampung, Kg Kelai. Fasha also had a very good looking boyfriend by the name Joe. Joe is staying in the nearby kampung, Kg Lilik. Kg Kelai and Kg Lilik were separated by a big and deep river inhabited by the crocs. The only way to cross the river is by boat, and the only person in Kg Kelai that have a boat is Johan. Johan is very famous in Kg Kelai, but not in the good way. Johan is known as kaki perempuan, kaki mengendap, mengacau anak dara org dan semua yang jahat2 belaka, thus known as Johan yang jahat. Johan have always had a crush on Fasha but with his 'half-done' face, he was no match for the sleek Joe. Couple of times Johan had tried to do something bad to Fasha, but luckly she managed to get herself out of trouble and left Johan frustrated again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, on the 14th of Febuary, Fasha decided to go to Kg LiLik to celebrate the valentines day with her boyfriend, Joe. Fasha already had her sexy kebaya nyonya with her tight batik on. The only problem is, she have to ask Johan to sent her with his boat. Knowing Johan adalah seorang yang jahat, Fasha went to meet an elder of her kampung, Pak Lah. Fasha told Pak Lah every concern she had, that she wanted to cross the river, that Johan tried to do bad things before, etc. But Pak Lah is not concern, Pak Lah said he dont want to get involve in something that is none of his business. So without option, Fasha went and met Johan and asked for his help. So half way across the river, Johan stop his boat. With Fasha on her sexy kebaya and 1/2 inch makeup, Johan just couldnt handle it. He gave her two choice, either have sex with him or get thrown into the river full of crocs. Left without option, Fasha finally gave in and have sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the other side, Fasha ran as quickly as she can and find Joe. She told Joe everything that happens. Joe was angry and frustrated. He also felt ashamed that he decided to call the relationship off. Fasha was so sad that she cried for hours. There was this 1 guy name Kamal. Kamal heard about what happen to Fasha and he felt sorry for what happens to her. Kamal then went to find Johan. He beats the hell out of Johan until Johan is paralyze separuh badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, what do you guys think? Who is right and who is wrong? who should be blame and who should not? what could have been and couldnt? Lets have a constructive discussions. Perhaps later I will share with you people pandangan instructor tu pulak. Till then, c u guys di &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-by-8.html"&gt;Pesta Malam Indonesia&lt;/a&gt; yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114484501137037659?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114484501137037659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114484501137037659&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114484501137037659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114484501137037659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/04/johan-yang-jahat.html' title='Johan yang jahat'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114354620941909788</id><published>2006-03-28T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:43:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 by 8?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just received an email today. Have a look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/8x81.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/8x81.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank god!!! Finally! something to cheer me up. Its been a while since I went back to KL so I guess this would be a great excuse to drag my ass back home. 8 artist for 8 hours of fun is just too good to turn down. But then when I saw the date (15/04) ... aarrghhh why out of 365 days a year they have to pick that day. The thing is, on the very exact same date my department is having a family day. Its not really that important but I believe this is the chance to mingle around and let the big boys know my very existance (before I read some sarcastic comment let me stress that this is called office politics okay). So now I'm having second tought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak pegi concert and have lots of fun with my friends, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak pegi family day and built my network.&lt;br /&gt;Think muz..&lt;br /&gt;Think..&lt;br /&gt;Think harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell la ngan my network! uuuuhhhhhh Stadium Merdeka here I come!! yeah yeah yeah! So anybody want join me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114354620941909788?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114354620941909788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114354620941909788&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114354620941909788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114354620941909788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-by-8.html' title='8 by 8?'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114251383047570434</id><published>2006-03-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:57:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3 have always been seen as lucky or special number for most of us. &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How many times when we want to start something (like main kejar-kejar) we would only count up to 3. 3 have been unconciously recognise troughout the world as the starting point. I also kinda pelik when I tought about it thoroughly at first. Like how many times I would be rushing to take my morning bath when I was a child just hearing my mother counting up to 3. But then I realise something, good things do happen when it involves the number 3. Here are my list of 3 things that I like about the 3rd month of the year (March).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Exactly two years ago, at this very date (16/3), one of my favourite band, the most exceptional band I've ever heard came to town. Yes people, two years ago I was there at Mont Kiara to watch Incubus rock my world. Sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every year, for the past 5 years, during the month of March, Formula 1 would come to town to satisfied my need for speed. Watching F1 makes my Kenari looks like a child play =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But the most important of them all, that really makes March that special is that, every year for the past 25 years, on the 17th of March, someone really really really really special, talented, good looking, cool, etc. would celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So people, be a good boy &amp;amp; girl, wish him a big Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you can start wishing me now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114251383047570434?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114251383047570434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114251383047570434&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114251383047570434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114251383047570434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/03/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114113800519573743</id><published>2006-02-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:23:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The value of 30 cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10 years ago, 30 cents would valued to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 bijik gula-gula (20sen 5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 ais krim batang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 karipap (20sen 1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sebatang dunhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever wo&lt;/span&gt;nder how much 30 cents valued today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Higher inflation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase in electricity bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase for groceries items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase for public transportation rate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semuanya increase laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but the most important of all, the increase in my monthly petrol budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, "apalah nak kecoh-kecoh, 30 sen aje. Nak beli rokok sebatang tak lepas" or "argh, aku bukan naik kereta, bukan nya effect pun kat aku". But try to look it from other perspective. 30 cent raise is equavalent to 18.52% increament. Imagine before this you been spending RM200 per month for petrol, next month you'll be spending RM237.04 just for petrol. Okay RM37.04 is not that much? How about the (absolutely guaranteed) price increase for groceries items? or bills? or every other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, everything needs transportation. Vege/fruits from farm to the market. Products from the factory to the outlet. etc. etc. All these items need transportation to take them from one point to another and we all know, car/lorry/bus/train/plane/ship don't run with water. So with another petrol hike, who gonna absorb the increase in expenditure? Certainly for any businesses they don't want to absorb it. So in then end we as end user who will suffer. So an increased petrol price would indirectly affect the whole nation whether you driving a luxury SUV or just riding you mountain bike to school. And the funny thing is, our salary have been stagnant for the past 10 years or so. Imagine if we all have a 18.52% increament also. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who says 30cent can't buy you anything these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-114113800519573743?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114113800519573743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114113800519573743&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114113800519573743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114113800519573743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/value-of-30-cents.html' title='The value of 30 cents'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-114028383060303636</id><published>2006-02-18T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:05:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I Pimp my wheels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay the incident didnt happen today but heck, who cares anyway. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was 7a.m in the morning. I was ready to go to work. Okay sebelum tu I might as well story about the place I'm currently staying. I'm staying in Batu Uban. Haven't heard of it before? Don't worry, so am I. There are like 3-4 condos around this area with weird weird name such as E-park and mine is N-Park (dont ask me what it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;means cause I tried to ask the guard once but I end up crying and begging for him to stop). The thing that I hate about condos/apartment is, they only allocated 1 parking space for 1 house. Whats wrong with developer these days? Don't they know that Malaysians is damn rich that almost all house have 2 or more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cars. But anyway since my parking space was taken by my housemate, I have to park my baby Kenari outside the compound. I was so afraid that I bought a stupid steering lock just to impress any possible car theft. Apparently it works cause they were so impress that they decided not to steal my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; car. But being a creative malaysians (or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pendatang&lt;/span&gt;), they decided to steal my wheels instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Picture%2813%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Picture%2813%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Picture%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Picture%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Picture%281%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Picture%281%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont complain about the picture quality cause I dont bring digi cam to work okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously when I see it, I was not suprise at all cause I knew something like this would happens one day (though I always thought it would never happens to me heehee). I didnt feel angry or irritated. I know it sounds weird, but you should have seen the face of the Iswara owner next to me when he saw his wheel was stolen. He was sooo freak out that I dont know whether I should cry or laugh. Well at least that makes my day ngahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Picture%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Picture%2816%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/Picture%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/Picture%2817%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again, dont complain about the picture quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The reasons why I didnt freak out is because I find it funny that they only stole the stock rims &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;they only took 2 rims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I never thought that Penangite have a thing for stock rims. Oh well, maybe for them, having 2 different sets of stock rim on their car would make it look 'cool' kot. So let it be Muz, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But then I realised, fcuk! Why is this Iswara got two bricks (one for each tyre) and I only got 1? Then I started to pissed off. Ini sudah lebey! The theft stole 2 of my alloy rims and they can only give me only 1 brick to support the car from falling to the tarmac? and they gave that Iswara 2 brick? This is fcuking discrimination! Just because my plate number from KL doesnt means I dont have the right to have 2 bricks! I was so pissed that I nearly cry until I realised Aiza is here to pick me up for work (I know you reading this, thank you very much for saving my butt yet again!). Being a macho person, I decided that not to cry until I can spent some quality time with baby Kenari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that evening I went to the nearby tyre shop and fork out RM50 for a ugly looking second hand 'rim besi' + second hand tyre and another RM50 to bribe my condo's guard for a parking space inside (more or less like protection money gak la) and now my baby Kenari have insecurity issues ever since cause I swear I can hear she says "Muz, this 'rim besi' makes me ugly. Do you want people to tease me? How am I suppose to face others at your workplace? Dont you love me anymore?" Yelah yelah I know where my next paycheck gonna go lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: For all you rim theft out there, please be courteous and bring enough brick. Its the least you can do. Batu pun hang nak kedekut ke? What a cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16930328-114028383060303636?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/114028383060303636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=114028383060303636&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114028383060303636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/114028383060303636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-i-pimp-my-wheels_18.html' title='The day I Pimp my wheels!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113975826869636879</id><published>2006-02-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:10:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAW it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its been a while that I actually have so much free time that I thought of blogging. This week I have an extra day off due to Thaipusam. Not that it make much different cause I still end up staying at home due to 'unusually' heavy traffic just outside my house (Yes, I can see it from up here), but anyway I am so excited to write about something else that you would never believe. Behold of what I'm gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But first, have you read today's &lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/"&gt;Berita Minggu&lt;/a&gt;? Well if you haven't, ple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ase read &lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/Sunday/Mukadepan/20060212004044/Article/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article first. It was printed on the front page of today's Berita Minggu. Okay political difference aside, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What on earth an elected MP do that he can actually talk about it in front page of national paper regarding this matter&lt;/span&gt;'? Or in other word, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah takde kerja ke&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But its okay, Im not gonna write about that anyway, but I'm gonna write about big foot or also known as mawas (in malay). Belive it or not, you dont have to go all the way to Johor to look for it, when I can gladly tell ( and prove it as well) of my personal encounter with 'it'. Yes, I SAW 'it' a month back when I first came to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the 16th of January 2006. Due to my eagerness to explore new horizon, I decided to go to Bukit Jambul. It was there when (unfortunately ) I saw 'it'. The first time I saw '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it', I was so afraid that my legs numb. I swear if I had the chance to turn back time, I would have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; skip that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For 2 nights I had sleepless night due to this incident and here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we have a bunch of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/4650388.stm"&gt;morons&lt;/a&gt; who actually went looking for 'it'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lucky for me I did bring my trusted old digicam with me and what a lucky bunch of people you are cause I actually managed to snap a picture of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds like loads of bollocks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a look here. Scary kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/pickongtrail-16.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/400/pickongtrail-16.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, 'Jangan biarkan hidup anda di selubungi misteri......'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113975826869636879?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113975826869636879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113975826869636879&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113975826869636879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113975826869636879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-it.html' title='I SAW it!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113948305815995711</id><published>2006-02-09T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:04:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://thebombshelldiaries.blogspot.com"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt; but I gonna answer each question with just one word. Sorry lah abit lazy lately heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muzzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muzzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mental Muz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Visualize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;None (yes I'm so full of myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-none-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-none-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm out and out malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU (or mostly creep you out):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Impotency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cancer (Okay, I am a smoker $%^*#)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Girls (some of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;celly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ciggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;H.I.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got a feeling - OST of Beck the anime (Originally done by The Beatles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Damien Rice - Cannonball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry - Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bangkok (and whatever it may offer =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Manicure and pedicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saving money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love included in the package)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thats it je kut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World is round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kristen Dunst just call me 5 mins ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm a boring person so I have no one to tagged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes you can do this if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fasha Sanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I cheat. I know I said 1 word for every question but at least I tried heehee&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113948305815995711?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113948305815995711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113948305815995711&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113948305815995711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113948305815995711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113915120541029827</id><published>2006-02-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:53:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just when I thought that I would never blog again, here I am again . The reason why it took me so long to blog is that I've been very busy. Yes, that is so cliche, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sebenarnya saja je taknak update biar nampak macam sibuk sangat-sangat walaupun sebenarnya takde lah sibuk mana pun heehee. Work is fine and fun but I will blog about that later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to what I really wanted to write. Someone told me, "muz, you should have be writing about women, not men". Well I would only if I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; them in the first place. Even if I can figure out rocket science, I can never figure out women. But of course, that just an understatement of how complicated they are. Hahahaha, yes I am funny and I know it. So let’s continue from where I left shall we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is only for those who are already married only. If your not, apply at your own risk. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So how exactly can you manipulate/control your men with sex? No, not by being on top or running around with that whiplash though I would have liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we know men have bigger ego than their brain. Most of the time they would love to think they are “the” men. Bitching with their boys how they break your back and all when in fact, they not. So ladies this is what you have to do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ssscccreeeaaammmm&lt;/span&gt; (but not that loud) every time you have sex with them. Pretend that he is really "the" man. Praise him, moan and if you can sweat deliberately, that’s even better! So that when it’s over (which is usually around 5-10 mins) he really think he work you out. Once its over, you have to act fast (right before he falls asleep due to tiredness) and ask whatever you want and believe me, he’ll agree to anything you say. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. And no, I’m not writing this based on personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to admit, I hate it when women cries. It just pisses me off but most the time I just have to give in to make them stop crying. Crying actually works anyway that you like. When he treats you bad, you cry. When he makes you happy, you cry. When you want something, just cry non stop until he give up. But on second thought, don’t cry. Nobody likes a cry baby. You can just use the other 3 tips I gave. Save this one only for special occasions. Heehee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………………………………………………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! Finally I finished juge this topic. Yes I know its crap but I just need to finish this so I can move on with other stuff like why do we celebrate valentine when it only make singles feel lonely or why am I here stuck in Penang and missing all the fun in KL or why &lt;a href="http://cik-puan-muda-stress.blogspot.com"&gt;Cik Puan Muda Stress&lt;/a&gt; always have an issue with me. Oh how I wish Fasha Sandha is here next to me. Nyum nyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113915120541029827?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113915120541029827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113915120541029827&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113915120541029827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113915120541029827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-when-i-thought.html' title='Just when I thought..'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113651877915000535</id><published>2006-01-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:39:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is long overdue. If you are clueless, please refer &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/ladies-first.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloggers.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 easy ways (in no particular order) that you can take to make your men succumbed to your feet, beg for forgiveness and wish they never hurt you. Ha ha ha ha, okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Compliment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the easiest way to have him under your control. Guys have bigger ego than their brain and it’s a fact. You can use this to your advantage. Compliment how good he looks even when he looks like shit. Compliment how intelligent he is even if your 7 years old brother is much smarter than he is. Compliment how good he smells even if god knows, ‘longkang’ smells much better. Here is one example how you can apply this technique to ask him to take you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! Bijak betul you ni. I couldn’t believe you finished it (sudoku, puzzles, crosswords) in less than 5 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey see the leg la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you a smarty pants. That’s why I love you. Ni kena belanja makan ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha ha ha yes yes I know I am. Okay sure, no hal punya. So, where you want to go? Dinner’s on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies use your creativity and if you do it right, you can get away with almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;This is the feeling that every men dread of. Men always think they are always right and you are always wrong. He hated it when he knows you was right and he was wrong. The next time he refuses to listen to your direction and both of you ended up lost, write it down in a book, paper or anything. The date, the time, the location and have both of you signed on it. He was late for your date, wrote it down. He forgot your birthday, wrote it down. He lied to you saying he was sick so that he doesn’t have to go out with you when in fact he was watching football with his friends, wrote it down. Every single mistake he make, wrote it down. So the next time he refuses to do it your way, take out those book&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (plural intentionally) and use it against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh bile I minta Prada shoes for my birthday you cakap membazir. Remember on the 16th of July 2003 at 3.11 PM in KLCC when you bought that RM600 Armani Exchange vest that you never used? Itu tak membazir ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh bile I minta tolong you hantarkan I, macam-macam la alasan. Jauh la, jammed la. Tapi bile Sarah minta tolong you hantarkan dia on the 9th of Febuary 2004 at 9.07 PM to Seremban pun you sanggup ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still 2 other technique which are by far, more powerful than this 2 which I will write in my next entry. Till then, start flexing those muscle and start whipping. Whhiipppiisshh!! Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113651877915000535?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113651877915000535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113651877915000535&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113651877915000535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113651877915000535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/01/overdue.html' title='Overdue'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113610330610363594</id><published>2006-01-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:21:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when December ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.... or on second thought, don't wake me up. December 05 have been a trully wonderful month for me. First, as I had been bragging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-quickie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I did finally completed my studies with flying colors. I couldn't ask for anything better actually but I guess Santa heard me loud and clear, he granted me my first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bell-rocks.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Hahaha yes boys and girls, I'm going to Penang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to kill your curiousity, it was Intel. I've been dying for this job ever since I was in my first years. Since I graduated, I hadn't submitted my resume to any other company, not until Intel rejected me first. So I guess I was among those lucky people who got it on their first shot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND you were gonna ask for free/cheap processor, let just say there are 27 other people in line. So just slot your name after that okay? AND you were gonna ask me to buy you dinner at Chilies, Victoria or any other fancy restaurant, just slot your name after 43 okay? ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And to all &lt;em&gt;my-lovely-friends-who-reads-my-blog-but-refuse-to-leave-any-comment &lt;/em&gt;who I shall not name (you know who you are). I still love you guys anyway. By the way, Happy new year everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113610330610363594?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113610330610363594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113610330610363594&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113610330610363594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113610330610363594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2006/01/wake-me-up-when-december-ends.html' title='Wake me up when December ends'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113545231035654750</id><published>2005-12-25T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:28:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle bell rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope its not too late for me to sent you my wishes. I mean, I've been a good boy all year long so surely I deserve something. So here are my wishlist :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To get a real job! Please Santa, I don't wan't to be part of the statistic (unemployment)!! and further more, I don't want to bleed through my ears listening to my mom's nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To hook up with a hottie! Dear Santa, please hook me up with some hottie. Life's is much wonderful that way I guess. I don't wan't to end up being like you. Old, fat and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new 8Mp digi cam. I need a new digi cam to satisfy my fettish need. Preferbly with 3x optical zoom and more so that I can have a better zoom from my room (if you know what I mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A brand new notebook. So that I can be connected to the www anytime, anywhere and blog. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An N70 or E1000 or any 3G mobile phone. Well I need a 3G phone so that I can video call my hottie that I requested earlier remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, I wish that I and everybody who read this blog to have a wonderful years ahead, happiness, prosperity and may all our dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well Santa I hope I didn't ask for too much. If there are anything else that I wish, I will let you know and lastly, Have a happy Merry Christmas! Ho ho ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mental Muz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113545231035654750?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113545231035654750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113545231035654750&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113545231035654750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113545231035654750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bell-rocks.html' title='Jingle bell rocks!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113507740980613817</id><published>2005-12-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:32:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woohooooo!!!!!! The truth is, I created this blog just as a medium to get free from the tense of completing my thesis and today result dah keluar. Dengan hati gembira nya amik half-day. Pergi cyber cafe to check my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Got&lt;br /&gt;An&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;Thesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke! I never thought i could get an A for it. The most I thought was A- but I guess I did a good job on sucking my project supervisor's ass. If there is something that I really good at, this is it. And if there is something that I knew so well of, its woman. So I dedicated this entry to my project supervisor, Puan Nina Korlina Binti Madzhi, thank you very much la puan. U make my day. And I would also like to thank all my friends yang sudi menemani daku, chat with me when im stress, read and leave comment on my nonsense blog which I wrote masa tgh blank to complete my thesis, thank you very much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is a tip for those who still havent completed their thesis, GET A BREAK!! the wisest thing I did was to take 1 week break to Bali. Masa tu semua orang cakap aku buat kerja gile cause project tak siap lagi, tapi pergi berfoya foya pule but I never really care. I was so stress back then and I knew if I didnt do something about it, I'm going to break down. So I took a week break and when I came back, rasa lebih tenang je nak siapkan thesis. What I'm trying to say is, we do need a little break now and then. Dont push yourself too much ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to go now, so good luck and take care everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ok ok, nanti-nanti I will complete the ending for &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/ladies-first.html"&gt;Ladies First&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloggers.html"&gt;Cloggers&lt;/a&gt;. I promise!&lt;/span&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/16930328-113507740980613817?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113507740980613817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113507740980613817&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113507740980613817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113507740980613817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-quickie.html' title='Another quickie'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113448183069318439</id><published>2005-12-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:50:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay here a quick update about my latest happenings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had my hair cut and it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I started my practical training and it tired like hell. what the.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have an upcoming interview to look foward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm going to Penang for that particular interview (yeay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm dying to get this particular job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My life sucks without broadband connection around. Rasa macam stone age aje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wish me luck for my interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wish me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you for wishing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So guys, be good ya while I'm not around or no present for you cause santa hate naughty boy/girl. Kiss kiss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113448183069318439?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113448183069318439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113448183069318439&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113448183069318439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113448183069318439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113335524883929638</id><published>2005-11-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:57:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since I’ll be leaving tomorow, I might as well update this blog cause I know it gonna take me sometimes to update this blog later.Jika kamu sedang menunggu sambungan of &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloggers.html"&gt;Cloggers&lt;/a&gt;, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Like all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; anime series, I decided to do some filler so that I still have something else to write next time hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’d read &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/ladies-first.html"&gt;Ladies first&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloggers.html"&gt;Cloggers&lt;/a&gt; and you were left wondering or thinking &lt;i style=""&gt;“Mana dia tahu semua ni?”&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style=""&gt;“Yeah right muz like you really know everything”&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style=""&gt;“Like good good je muz ni”&lt;/i&gt;. Well, let just say that I’ve been with a lot of women and some of them were high profiles babe (wow).  Nyum nyum....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor Zalia Sham&lt;/span&gt; (ex MTV vj)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first love when I first set my foot in ITM. She was my senior (not from the same course) in her final year then. The first few months were like fairy tales. Like beauty and the beast (ok, i'm the beast). Things were great between us until she graduated. The thing is we have different priorities in life at that time. Come on I’m just an 18 years old kid back then and she expect me to commit seriously into our relationship? You got to be kidding me babe! She was so pissed off she broke our relationship and soon after I got an invitation for her wedding. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She is now happily married (well at least that what she kept telling me until today). I was heartbroken until I met….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariam Adam&lt;/span&gt; (Blast off! Vj)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; with my breakup (with Zalia) but what better way to have a revenge then to date your ex sworn nemesis? Hahaha I know I’m a naughty person but I just can’t help it and it does help that Mariam was a hottie herself. Since Mariam, I never look at another woman the same way again. She re-defines the meaning of beauty-with-brains, sexy-with-attitude, etc. Things were really smooth between us until she decided to further her studies to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. At first I was happy for her but after a while, it’s not fun anymore to see your girl having the fun of her life partying every night with some cute bloke in her friendster/myspace page. I guess I have some insecurity issues with myself and distant relationship so I decided to call it off. That fcuking bitch was so happy that I broke up with her, she even has the nerve to write it all over the place (bulletin boards, blog,emails) that she is now finally single and invited everybody to the party she hosted just to celebrate it. Yeah, after Mariam I never look at another woman the same way again. *sob*sob*sob*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dian Sastrowirdoyo&lt;/span&gt; (Actress)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my failure with Mariam, I decided not to date with any celebrity anymore but I guess cupid has second thought on that. I still remember the first time I met Dian. She was wearing a kebaya (nyum nyum) and I just can’t turn my head away. I knew then, that if there is someone that I would love to bring back home to meet my parents it’s got to be her. She was an angel, ala 'perempuan melayu terakhir'. Okay there were language issues but who need to talk when we can just stare at each other and be happy? Well that was until I found out she cheated on me for Malique (Too Phat). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is she that stupid to think that I wont read URTV or Mangga (demmit! Ok it’s not what you think)? When I confronted her, she cried and said it was just marketing strategy to help to boost up her popularity here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. That still pissed me off until today. A cheater is a no-no for me, so I called it off. Soon after I heard Dian and Malique also broke up and Malique almost went crazy because of it. Poor bastard, if only he knew he was just a toy hahaha…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fasha Sandha&lt;/span&gt; (Actress)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dian, I had a short fling with up and coming actress (then la, now dah establish dah), Fasha Sandha. She was Ok I guess. Seriously! I even thought of giving this fling a serious thought. She was for me, flawless except for her voice. Okay her voice was funny but heck, everything come in a package right? But she should have know that I love the song “The verve – The drugs don’t work” for a reason. When she was caught in a house of a drug trafficker I was so so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bolt from the blue!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and she could have come up with better excuses than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I just went there to borrow some DVD hunny! Trust me!”&lt;/span&gt; yeah right baby. I wonder if her voice has something to do with the drugs. hhmm….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know all of you wouldn't belive it but heck I'm not here to justify myself. Hahahaha ... Happy  happy holidays everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113335524883929638?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113335524883929638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113335524883929638&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113335524883929638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113335524883929638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/filler.html' title='Filler'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113319625883745285</id><published>2005-11-28T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:26:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate middle lane cloggers ... Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a week past since my last entry (I told that it gonna take me some time rite? =p). Nothing much happen except that i finally felt the freedom of life (well at least until the time come for me to endure my mom nagging me to find a real job) for the first time since post-spm. Aaaaaa how I wish life would be this easy, cool eh? Ok let’s continue from last entry shall we ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;After Saliha had accepted Hafiz for who he is, Saliha had never felt any happier in life. Well at least for the first few months. After a few months she started to notice that he had pay less attention to her needs. When she talks, he was busy watching the idiot box. When she calls, he was busy with works or friends. It seems he never had time for her. Is he losing interest on her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis:&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently this actually has something to do with the X and Y (genes) of human being. According to some research (which I couldn't find it when I need it!) done, woman is just better at multitasking than man. While woman can look after their children, cooking, watch the telly and bitching with their girl at the phone at the same time, the most a man can do is to talk cock with his buddies and smoke. Heck I can't even read newspaper while I'm eating! So girls, when you watch the telly with your boy and you still want to talk, try to do it during the commercials. When he says he has a lot of work, he is. Give em some slack, it’s not our fault that we just not as capable as you are. So the next time you felt he can’t spend that much time with you, sit back and feel good cause you know, he just a poor guy who have to spend twice as much time when you could probably finish in half. Hahaha demmit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3:&lt;br /&gt;Farah had been married for 2 years and next week is her wedding anniversary. She has been dying for a particular Prada shoes as a gift. So she asked her husband out to the shop and praise how beautiful that shoe is. She keep on praising it until they went back home. She'll hope her husband would understand her hints and buy her that shoe. When the anniversaries arrive, she got a gift alright, a Photo Ipod 40G. Being a non-tech savvy person she was left dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis:&lt;br /&gt;Man is an egoistic maniac to the point of stupid. And don’t bother asking them this cause they would never admit it. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! If you want a Prada shoes, just say you want a Prada shoes. If you want a Gucci bag, just say it. Cause if you not, they would buy something that they can also use. They buy u a blender, a digital camera, anything that indirectly they also want it. So why waste buy two stuffs when you can get away with one? This way they can say "Hey I didn't forget our anniversary okay, I did buy you bla bla bla.....” and at the same time "Err if you not using that bla bla bla…., can I use it for a while?" Now who says we don’t love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: It seems done and doom! Is there anything you can do about it? Fret not my ladies because there is always a way how to whip his ass and make him wiggle his tail..... "Here boy, here boy, ,,,,,,,, good boy"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113319625883745285?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113319625883745285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113319625883745285&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113319625883745285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113319625883745285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cloggers.html' title='Cloggers'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113229630370734826</id><published>2005-11-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:13:09.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies first</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hahaha finally siap juge thesis yang hampeh tu. I had this on my mind for some time already (dalam dok tension-tension buat thesis hahaha). Okay this entry is for all you ladies out there which is something you should know about your man. So guys, you can just skip this, but heck, you still welcome to read it anyway. So here goes....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;P/s: read with an open mind. I don’t need another feminist activist in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;Saliha had been single for about 8 month and she felt she is ready to meet new people in her life. During her birthday party, she was introduced to Hafiz, a very good looking guy. Immediately Saliha felt chemistry between them. Soon after they were exchanging numbers and after a few months (and a couple of dates), she was head over heels for him and she felt she is ready to take it to the next level. He has everything she ever dreamt of. He is good looking, financially stable, sweet, romantic, caring and have good sense of humor. However he isn't all made of sugar, spice and everything nice. He also has something that she loathes. He smoke, flirts around, and has some degree of temper. But she loves him too much that she hopes she can change him around after they are officially together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Analysis:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is typical problem faced by woman today cause we all have to accept, nothing is perfect and that all good things comes in package (with the bad one). While it’s always noble to change someone to the better, it’s not always the case like in this one. According to &lt;i style=""&gt;Professor Muz&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;i style=""&gt;University-know-it-all&lt;/i&gt;, you can never change a guy (except for some ISOLATED cases). While you think you can, most of the time, they just deceived you to think that you’ve changed them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he was a jerk before, he still is. If he was a player before, he still is. Perbezaan nya selepas ber’kapel’, lelaki pandai berlakon depan awek dorang. Depan awek nampak baik, jujur, iklhas, cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang. Tapi belakang hahahah. &lt;b style=""&gt;The only thing you can do is accept him for who he is&lt;/b&gt;. Don’t even think that you can change him. If you think you can compromise, then you know what to do. If you think you can’t live with any of his bad habits, then you know what to do. Tak guna dah lepas tu nak menangis atau menyesal cause you’ll only get remarks like “&lt;i style=""&gt;I told you so&lt;/i&gt;…….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Case 2: To be continued ….. . (I just had a feeling it gonna take me some time to complete this hahaha)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113229630370734826?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113229630370734826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113229630370734826&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113229630370734826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113229630370734826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/ladies-first.html' title='Ladies first'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113229550145590873</id><published>2005-11-18T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:31:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>George Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was suppose to be on hiatus at least until I finished all my errands but I just can't help it but to dedicate this entry for a 'boy' (he is definitely not a man) named George Williams. Argh that ‘bastard’ is driving me crazy!! I wish I just can poke a stick in his ass and smack his head and wipe that evil smile of his face. There you go I said it all. Demit! Okay if you wondering who this ‘bastard’ that goes by the name of George Williams, he is one of the character of Desperate Housewives. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; the one yang ada affair with Bree Van de Kamp. George such a bastard that he even turn me to hate Bree which I never did in the first season. I was suppose to finished my thesis but I can’t help it but to watch the second season (currently dah episode 7 dah). Desperate Housewives is addictive. Damn you Marc Cherry!! I need to finish my thesis la brader.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Banyak benda nak cerita argh, but muz need to complete his thesis which is due next Monday.  Later, Kiss kiss!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113229550145590873?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113229550145590873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113229550145590873&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113229550145590873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113229550145590873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-williams.html' title='George Williams'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-113155457850831901</id><published>2005-11-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:37:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurraahh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hip hip horrayy!! Its been a while since I last blogging but that wasn't this happy-mood all about. Its the 7th day of Aidilfitri, ( better late than never so Selamat Hari Raya! ) but this also wasn't the reason for the happy-mood. The reason I'm overly in joyous mood is, for the first time in my life (24 years that is) I managed to fast for the whole Ramadhan!! I'm so proud of myself that i give a pat on my own back and even thinking of give my own self some duit raya. Mungkin most of it hanya lah lapar dan dahaga sahaja yang aku dapat, but hey it have to start somewhere kan? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, alot of thing happens during my 2 weeks holiday. From arguing with my mom and packed my stuff back on the 2nd of Aidilfitri and went back to shah alam, to going back home on the 3rd cause I felt so bad. From Salon (whats with the every-commercial-break-promotion?) to Chicken Little. From losing 2kg during 1 month of Ramadhan only to gained it back in a few days of Syawal. Hahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well wouldnt want to write about any of those anyway so I just have to sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-113155457850831901?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/113155457850831901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=113155457850831901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113155457850831901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/113155457850831901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/11/hurraahh.html' title='Hurraahh!!!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112978662201416634</id><published>2005-10-20T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:40:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long was it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haaaaa..... finally!!! I've been waiting for today for the past 6 years (okay 3 years to be exact). I will now release the student title (not officially la kan). Today was the day to present my final year project. I was so nervous that I couldn't sleept last night. Pusing kiri, pusing kanan, last-last bangun tengok balik slide (powerpoint). Lepas tengok check balik beg, check balik kasut, check balik baju, semua nak check balik lah. The feeling is like my first day at school, I want it to be perfect, I want it to went down smoothly. Anyway masa dok pusing-pusing, teringat balik first day I came here, it was 6 years ago. As much as I hate to admit it, I do love this place, the people in it, the kampung people yg kena culture shock when they arrive here, the anxious feeling to wait for half-an-hour to leave the class before the lecturer arrive so that we can blame the lecturer for being late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the dress-to-kill masscom student, the battle of parking lot (ini masa kat school lama), the excitement to see the long que at the ATM (time loan masuk), the survival to keep alive with just RM10 for the whole week, the last minute work to meet tomorrow's deadlines, the annoyed feeling when your lecturer rejected your work AGAIN, the ecstatic feeling when the hottest girl in school smile at you, the irritating pak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;who-have-nothing-better-to-do-they-have-to-check-your-matrix-card&lt;/span&gt; guard, the BO smells when u took the school bus for afternoon class, not to mention the fight to get into the bus in the first place. I can go on and on and on but if you are or was a student, you'll get my point. Being a student, I was carefree, happy-go-lucky, and couldn't care less about anything else. waaahhhh sedih lah pulak nak tinggalkan alam student :~( but I know I have to, sooner or later and the time is now. So welcome muz, to the real world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz:&lt;/span&gt; Kuala Lumpur !!!!! tunggu!!!! aku cabar kau!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/16930328-112978662201416634?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112978662201416634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112978662201416634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112978662201416634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112978662201416634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-long-was-it.html' title='How long was it ?'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112932674113287261</id><published>2005-10-15T05:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:33:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serangga oh serangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah this is an interesting fact. Do you know that the cockroach can live for up of nine days without it's head before it die starving? dan kita masih lagi tuang-tuang puasa kerana tak tahan lapar macam lah dah nak mati hahahaha (sindiran sinis utk kaki tuang puasa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral : jangan kalah ngan lipas weh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112932674113287261?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112932674113287261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112932674113287261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112932674113287261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112932674113287261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/serangga-oh-serangga_15.html' title='serangga oh serangga'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112904251523930953</id><published>2005-10-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:55:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau ini annoying tahu tak !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As someone who fussy about every single thing, a self-proclaim perfectionist, there are lots of thing in life that annoys me. Its annoying when my neighbour turn on their air-cond in the middle of the night. Kalau air-cond dia senyap takpe lah jugak, ini air-cond zaman hippies agaknya, and its also annoys me bile salesperson keep on persuading me to buy their stuff when I already told them I have no money in the first place! but nothing beats this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : Somewhere in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Time &amp; date : Sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Hoi Muz! babi ko! lama tak nampak mana menghilang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz &lt;/span&gt;             : Hahaha weh cipan ko someone! aku biasa la busy sket skrg ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Ohh ok ok... Ko buat apa skrg ? keje ke study lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz&lt;/span&gt;              : Huhuhu aku biasa la, study tak abis-abis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Hahaha takpe-takpe. Pelan-pelan kayuh. Ko buat apa ni jalan sorang-sorang? Awek ko *tuuutt* mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz&lt;/span&gt;              : Ceh aku dah lama dah break dengan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Ohhh .... Habis ko dengan sape skrg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz  &lt;/span&gt;            : Takde sape-sape. Aku single la skrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Hahahaha ko jangan nak kencing aku la Muz, muka ko takde awek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz&lt;/span&gt;              : Eerrr.... kenapa dengan muka aku? Memang takde la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Alah poyo lah ko ni, ITM kan berlambak awek, takkan sorang pun takde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz&lt;/span&gt;              : Huhuhu takde la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; : Tapi apesal ko takde awek ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muz &lt;/span&gt;             : Eerrr ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the conversation ends there. First of all it annoys me when people keep saying "muka macam kau" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and how can you fcuking judge someone by their looks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I mean do I look like seorang manusia yang incapable untuk hidup tanpa teman ?  Do I look weak to you that I need someone else? Hey I am perfectly okay with living alone! I don't need a partner to make my life feel more meaningful. Don't get me wrong, aku bukan tak suka with relationship, I do love and appreciate it  when I'm in a relationship, but I don't see it as something to prove my existance in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second things that annoys me is that, do I need a reason to be single? Do every single thing need a fcuking reason ? Can't I just be single without any reason? You can came up with hundreds of theory but the truth is, I just choose to be single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are no reason what so ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not gonna jump into another relationship just for the sake of having one. I know alot of people who are in a relationship just for the sake of having one. Its their life, so who cares right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt; cause it also involves other people. I pity their partner. Tak elok tau main kan perasaan orang =( kalau tak suka, cakap saja tak suka. Jangan nak try dulu la, give chance la, kesian la, apa la cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the conclusion for what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't judge me or anybody else by their looks. Its not my fault that I was born good looking okay? so beat it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't question whatever I did. Sometimes I have my reasons, sometimes I don't. You can debate it, but don't question it. You just indirectly insulting my decision making skills.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am good looking. Did I mention that already ? Oh well just want to stress that out&lt;br /&gt;4. hahahaha bite me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112904251523930953?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112904251523930953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112904251523930953&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112904251523930953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112904251523930953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/kau-ini-annoying-tahu-tak.html' title='Kau ini annoying tahu tak !'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112877737759715580</id><published>2005-10-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:29:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok its another saturday night, and again here i am blogging. Keren eh ? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a blogger, I enjoy reading other's blog. But what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://lealaurielle.blogdrive.com/"&gt;bumped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; into really shock me. I mean how lame can you get? Blogger Idol? you got to be kidding me! Okay I know I said that I believe in freedom of speech, but blogger idol? At least now I know yang ada manusia yang lagi lame then me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway today for three straight days I've been going back to pasar juadah kat Seksyen 13 Shah Alam for only one reason, to find her. Who you asked? It's hard to say cause now we will never know. The story begins masa aku pergi pasar juadah tu last wednesday that I saw her. But for some reason, I just stood there and stare at her macam orang bodoh. Macam nampak ice cream di waktu tengah hari di bulan ramadhan ni, tengok je yang mampu. Bile dah sedar balik, dia dah berlalu pergi. So for three straight days already aku dok pi balik dengan harapan dapat jumpa dia balik. Tetapi tidak seperti kisah-kisah cinta agung yang selalu disogokkan kepada masyarakat melayu kita yang mana aku sepatutnya jumpa dia balik, she was never to be found *sob*sob*sob* Okay aku tak cakap kalau aku approach her that day, kami akan live happily ever after. Maybe dia akan maki aku kat depan orang ramai, maybe dia akan gelakkan aku bersama rakan-rakan nya, or maybe dia akan smile and tell me her name. The thing is, we will never know now. She could have been the love of my life or she could have been just another stranger in my life. What I'm trying to say is that if you want/need something, don't wait until it's too late. Most of the time, its not about what could had happened, but what we do to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112877737759715580?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112877737759715580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112877737759715580&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112877737759715580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112877737759715580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogger-idol.html' title='Blogger Idol!'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112862870657059149</id><published>2005-10-07T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:58:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita e bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's 'Life is beautiful' in english if you were wondering. Coming from a broken family, i certainly at times miss a father touch but not to the point of breaking down. My father and I is in good terms, but not as much as I would love to. But anyway I'm not gonna talk about that, but about this movie, 'La vita e bella' . It's an Italian movie produced back in 1997. Directed and starred the movie himself, by Roberto Benigni. It's such a lovely movie. It's about Guido, a funny man who finds love with Dora. The loves scene doesn't really appeal to me but it is certainly entertaining. But what really make me loves this movie is after they got married. Guido is a jewish man, and living in the WWII, Guido and his son, Joshua got caught for being jew. During this period, Guido tried very hard to make the prisons as a game for his son. I can't tell you what gonna happen in the end, spoiler lah nanti. But the thing is, sometimes we overlook fathers love. I think this movie is so suitable for all fathers or fathers to be. I wish my father is like Guido but then again, I wish for Dian Sastro also hahahaha.... but what ever it is, even if you are not the greatest man alive, I still love you daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112862870657059149?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112862870657059149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112862870657059149&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112862870657059149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112862870657059149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-vita-e-bella.html' title='La vita e bella'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112818631183911027</id><published>2005-10-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T01:13:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Saturday night and here I am, blogging. Well, it's a mix emotions night for me. Well let me start with the good news. As an avid football fan, I couldn't be more proud to be a Selangor fans. This year they achieve the unthinkable. If someone came to me early in the season and said Selangor gonna achieve the treble this year, I would have certainly laugh at him/her, but tonite, it did happen. The premier league, the FA cup and finally, the Malaysia cup. Kudos to the boys but more importantly, to the management by securing the services of the 2 Indonesians in the like of Elie and Bambang. Not only these boys helps to improve our attack with lots of goal and assist but they also helps to improve the number of attandence for our match. Hahahaha have u notice the number of Indonesian in the stand for each of Selangor game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its like killing 2 birds with 1 stone. But I think the wises thing the management did was having Dollah Salleh as our coach. He is simply the best of the best. His records speaks it all and I think he is the man that our national team should consider to lead our ailing national team. Kudos again to Selangor!!! woohoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sad note, I just got an sms from my friend in Indonesia. Today Bali kena bom lagi. To think that I was there 3 weeks earlier really give a huge relief to me but it sadden me as well. From the news I &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4300274.stm"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;, there were at least 22 people died and more injured. 1 bom took place at Kuta while 2 more at Jimbaran. I've been to these places ok. I stayed in Kuta and the restaurant yang kena bom tu, mmg aku selalu makan kat situ. Tapi tuhan masih sayangkan aku that the incident didnt happen 3 weeks earlier. I feel for the people in Bali. I love the place very much yg menyebabkan aku rasa sedih sangat and I strongly condemned kepada sesiapa yang bertanggung jawab ke atas kejadian ini. The people of Bali were mostly poor and they depend very much on the tourism. Bile dah jadi kes macam nih, yang paling terasa tentulah rakyat Bali sendiri. Today really like I said, a very mix emotions for me. And for all the people who read this, doesnt matter what your religion is, lets pray that something like this won't happen again. Tidak semestinya di Bali shj, tapi di mana2. Let us all live in peace and may god bless the dead, and us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112818631183911027?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112818631183911027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112818631183911027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112818631183911027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112818631183911027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/10/mix-emotions.html' title='Mix emotions'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112730253584183934</id><published>2005-09-21T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:59:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/826381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/826381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i first saw this picture I was like ..... wow! I mean u got to give it to Malaysia Airlines (MAS) for coming up with this adorable paint job. Since the introduction of AirAsia I felt MAS was not as aggresive as AirAsia in terms of advertising and promotion and not doing som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ething about it but I guess this baby reply all my doubts with a bang!!! Even other top airliners dont have this kind of paintjob on their baby. Anyway this Boeing 747-4H6 really blows my mind. It just felt like watching one movie called "Soul Plane" har har har. Just when I tought MAS were doing pretty good with the paint job on this 747, they just suprise me with another paintjob but this time on the Boeing 777-2H6/ER. This is the latest of the major changes I notice from MAS. Another beautiful paintjob I must admit. This picture was t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/917809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/917809.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aken a few weeks ago at Subang Airport. Just ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t of the oven baby!! Owh I just can't wait to see wha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t they'll do with the new AirBus ought to arrive in 2007 (yeah with all the delays what a bump!) and hopefully it will be as funky as these baby. Don't you just proud to be Malaysian? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: all pictures taken from www.airliners.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112730253584183934?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112730253584183934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112730253584183934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112730253584183934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112730253584183934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-awaited.html' title='The long awaited'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16930328.post-112722811545295075</id><published>2005-09-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:55:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well said ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/1600/DSC00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1066/1620/320/DSC00041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... and in the end the love we take is equal to the love we make - Beatles. Why does did phrase really means alot to me? Isit because Lennon sold his soul to the demon or isit because it just well said? I just can't get it out my head ever since i first saw it. I guess because how much it relates to me (and maybe others too). How many time that we were only willing to take but not give ? How many time we expect others to be around but not around when they expecting us ? Well I know I've been taking too much without giving as much and in the end I just got what i deserve. It's time for a change and thats the reason why i choose this phrase as my blog title and this blog will be here to witness my changes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16930328-112722811545295075?l=mental-muz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/feeds/112722811545295075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16930328&amp;postID=112722811545295075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112722811545295075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16930328/posts/default/112722811545295075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mental-muz.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-said.html' title='well said ...'/><author><name>mental muz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07225510160184334539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/59/4729535/17248361638016l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
