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Drive safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/iZb6_7RGTwM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZb6_7RGTwM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZb6_7RGTwM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/AULaJdMPmIw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AULaJdMPmIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AULaJdMPmIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Rape Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1230900580738624451?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1230900580738624451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1230900580738624451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1230900580738624451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1230900580738624451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/12/rape-songs.html' title='Rape Songs'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-470155609614084599</id><published>2011-12-16T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:58:31.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: Hilmi Comel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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She was sweating, not because the hall was poorly ventilated or that it was host, but because she was really overweight. And I mean &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And not just any politicians" she continued "but those who could change Malaysia in any way that you wish. No Sultan? Fine. Less lenient laws? Fine. But justify your decisions. Each of you will have 20 minutes to discuss and present your ideas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave the orders to a bunch of science students - doctors-to-be. Engineers in the making. Scientists of the future. Not a bunch of law students, or people who study the Malaysian system that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she gave the instructions, the 8 groups of students before her frantically decided what was wrong with Malaysia and how we could improve it. But imagine. Malaysia - a country with such flawed laws, and systems was the subject. And each group had only 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were the same age as I were. Now put yourself in my position at the time. You have 20 minutes to discuss a country with so many flaws! A person needs at least a &lt;i&gt;day &lt;/i&gt;to discuss how to improve the recycling in Malaysia, but this! The whole SYSTEM? Bonkers, absolute bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like letting a bunch of underqualified people run a country, and make all the important decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it was just a discussion. Like 'change this, change that' but hey. It was awfully close to the reality of what Malaysia is. Imagine some dude who has never been a teacher, never really understood the Malaysian education system, who didn't even go to a Sekolah Kebangsaan, or IPTA, or whatever, becoming a Minister of higher Education, or Minister of Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with basically no experience just sitting in a chair because of politics. Well, isn't that what Malaysia is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1943445602602390875?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1943445602602390875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1943445602602390875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1943445602602390875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1943445602602390875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/12/know-your-home.html' title='Know Your Home'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5213616647283538806</id><published>2011-12-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:32:55.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Not There Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Several students sat in an oval, and at one end there was this man in his late 30's wearing smart clothes, with his hair combed to one side - a Cristiano Ronaldo look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students were still in their early 20s or late teens and haven't accomplished anything in life. No assets, no family, no career. Nothing extraordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The handsome man, clearly the leader of this group of students then says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tell me, what is your life motto."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You, the one on the left, you start."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The one on the left', or Azim, which was his real name said&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, motto hidup saya ni, 'kalau kita mahu berjaya, kena usaha habis-habis. Siang malam hujan banjir, usaha!' "&lt;br /&gt;The oval of students&amp;nbsp;applauded&amp;nbsp;Azim's creative motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some other students, it was my turn. The thing is I didn't know what to say. So I just read a motto off a piece of paper; so I said "Bersekutu menambah mutu". Little did I know that the leader of this discussion would get his panties in a knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fikirkan motto anda sendiri!" he said fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I am a 20 year old who has not accomplished anything. I have morals and principles - yes. But a motto? A slogan? Well, I am no Mahathir or Edison or Graham Bell to have some sort words of wisdom. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a snotty 20 year old, who hasn't been through any notable hardship. The only 'kata-kata hikmah' I came up with was quite 'lucah', and it goes a little something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;'long distance relationships will work out, &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt;, you have a long c*ck'&lt;/blockquote&gt;but see? That really isn't like 'motto' or like 'hidup ini seperti bola, kadang-kadang di atas kadang-kadang di bawah' shit. It's 'lucah'. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&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/7932519605992217574-5213616647283538806?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5213616647283538806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5213616647283538806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5213616647283538806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5213616647283538806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-there-yet.html' title='Not There Yet'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-2809351270341673938</id><published>2011-11-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:57:06.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaboom'/><title type='text'>You Are Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"I suck at maths." said she, looking at her paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top right corner of the exam paper was the number 98 in a circle, and the word 'excellent' was written under her marks. She slumped and didn't talk to anyone during the rest of class. The thing is - she got the highest marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids in the class were devastated by their grades - E's and D's. The worst part is that the finals are in a couple of months time. But there she was, butthurt by a deduction of 2percent - because she forgot to write units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Don't be a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you make a small mistake sometimes doesn't make you &lt;i&gt;stupid. &lt;/i&gt;It doesn't make you a failure. It doesn't make you suck at the subject. This isn't some motivational talk, it is fact. Don't make a sweeping statement based on a small mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody like the guy who says 'I failed' - when in reality he got almost perfect marks. Nobody likes the girl who says 'she could've done better' - when she should've got full marks if it weren't for the bitchy lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days in class when you were partnered with some genius, and they did some small mistake - like forgetting to write a fullstop, and when you pointed out their small mistake they would say 'wah, kau ni pandai lah'. Come on, a monkey can see if you forget to write a dot at the end of a sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-2809351270341673938?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/2809351270341673938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=2809351270341673938&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2809351270341673938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2809351270341673938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-beautiful.html' title='You Are Beautiful'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5196538200832142251</id><published>2011-10-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:45:01.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: SENSITIVELAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;you can tell I am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLNKWf5EYM/TqluPGq-7-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/t2dgWBnxKVU/s1600/blewd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLNKWf5EYM/TqluPGq-7-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/t2dgWBnxKVU/s1600/blewd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-5196538200832142251?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5196538200832142251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5196538200832142251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5196538200832142251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5196538200832142251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/comic-sensitivelar.html' title='Comic: SENSITIVELAR'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLNKWf5EYM/TqluPGq-7-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/t2dgWBnxKVU/s72-c/blewd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-9003658448529241663</id><published>2011-10-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:06:09.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come on la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english la sangat'/><title type='text'>Lingua Franca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ali was in class and saw his two friends talking to each other. Aziz and Bakri were planning what they were going to have for lunch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aziz: "Hey, I borrow you 5Ringgit ah? Later you give me back ok?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Bakri: "I think you mean 'I lend you 5Ringgit' don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aziz: Yela Yela I am stupid I know. You are clever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been in Bakri's shoes? You tell someone to improve their language or grammar because the meaning is completely different, and get the 'yela aku bodoh, kau sahaja yang pandai' sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone helps you or tells your sentence is wrong, and not just a little bit wrong, but COMPLETELY wrong, then say thank you, and not 'I don't care la'. Aziz should say 'thank you / terima kasih' or at the least 'yela-yela' but not 'shut up' etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Language is important because &amp;nbsp;it is vital in preventing misunderstandings. Taking Aziz as an example 'I borrow you RM5' sounds like Aziz wants to borrow RM5 when in reality he wants to give(lend) Bakri RM5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a petty example. But imagine if you were married and wanted to say something to your beloved wife, eg: You want to say she smells really nice. And you say "You smell la sayang". You smell is 'awak busuk', and &amp;nbsp;instead of telling your beautiful wife or husband that their aroma or scent is pleasant, you may cause them to cry or hit you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In parliament or politics. Language is REALLY important. Everywhere for that matter. Language is not something which you can say 'Haiya, that one is not important one lar', because it is. It is the key of communication be it through SMS, chatting, in person, or even sign language. Language is key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't go 'So what?' or 'Aku kesah apa?', because the day you lose your wife/ husband because you always cause fights due to improper&amp;nbsp;language&amp;nbsp;or misunderstandings is they day it is too late to learn this lesson.&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/7932519605992217574-9003658448529241663?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/9003658448529241663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=9003658448529241663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/9003658448529241663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/9003658448529241663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/lingua-franca.html' title='Lingua Franca'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1107078809730681833</id><published>2011-10-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:51:22.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english la sangat'/><title type='text'>Comic: Who Doesn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/DMSyg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/DMSyg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1107078809730681833?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1107078809730681833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1107078809730681833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1107078809730681833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1107078809730681833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/comic-who-doesnt.html' title='Comic: Who Doesn&apos;t'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3525115774523044796</id><published>2011-10-14T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:03:37.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: Sighs All Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;TO UNDERSTAND, READ ARROW WHICH IS &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;POINTING UP(per)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;FIRST, THEN READ THE ONE POINTING MORE DOWNISH. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE TAKES AGES TO LOAD WITH MSIAN INTERNET CONNECTION. Unless you have 'Unifi' woooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/R2bcN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/R2bcN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3525115774523044796?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3525115774523044796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3525115774523044796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3525115774523044796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3525115774523044796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/comic-sighs-all-round.html' title='Comic: Sighs All Round'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-2545649922756280772</id><published>2011-10-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:26:09.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Semi-Comic: Blue Eyes Blue Eyes, What's the Matter Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a drawn rant, an original which I don't think I have posted. But I hope the author of the post gets well soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/V3jeJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/V3jeJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-2545649922756280772?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/2545649922756280772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=2545649922756280772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2545649922756280772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2545649922756280772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/semi-comic-blue-eyes-blue-eyes-whats.html' title='Semi-Comic: Blue Eyes Blue Eyes, What&apos;s the Matter Matter'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5519872417537173794</id><published>2011-10-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:32:54.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Semi-Comic: Shah Alam and Pembaziran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;note: I do not mean to offend Malaysia, just the mentality of the people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;note2: I am assuming Malaysians thought up of the idea to put up the fences, since this is Malaysia and not Indonesia etc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;note 3: Image may take several minutes to load&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/ug05p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/ug05p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-5519872417537173794?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5519872417537173794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5519872417537173794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5519872417537173794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5519872417537173794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/semi-comic-shah-alam-and-pembaziran.html' title='Semi-Comic: Shah Alam and Pembaziran'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7849282745525636492</id><published>2011-10-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:39:42.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALAYSIAWOOTWOOT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don't really understand what the 'Rukun Negara' is. I read up on it, I've been reciting it for years when I was young, but for what? I don't get it. So there are five rules to sort of 'unite and keep Malaysia in peace'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Scope here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan&lt;/i&gt;. I always thought kesopanan was not only politeness, but sort of had a larger scale. Let's say you wear slutty clothes. We cannot say your clothes are not 'polite' but we can say 'anda berpakaian tidak sopan'. If you are dancing the zapin it is 'sopan' but the 'tiger show'-dance isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prinsip ke lima ini menekankan perkembangan personaliti dan tingkah laku seseorang rakyat. Tujuannya ialah untuk membentuk warga negara yang bersopan santun dan bersusila &lt;b&gt;selaras dengan kempen Budi Bahasa (1) dan Nilai Murni (2)&lt;/b&gt; yang dijalankan sekarang. Sifat individu yang bersopan santun dan bersusila adalah paling bermakna dan amat penting dalam konteks perhubungan antara satu sama lain dalam masyarakat pelbagai kaum di negara ini. Sikap bersopan santun dan bersusila patut diamalkan bagi membentuk seseorang individu dan masyarakat yang &lt;b&gt;berdisiplin&lt;/b&gt; serta &lt;b&gt;bermoral tinggi&lt;/b&gt; yang akan membantu mewujudkan sebuah masyarakat yang harmoni. Tatasusila ini membenci dan mengutuk tingkah laku atau perbuatan yang angkuh atau menyinggung perasaan seseorang atau sesuatu golongan. Tingkah laku sopan juga mengandungi suatu darjah kesusilaan yang tinggi dalam kedua-dua kehidupan persendirian dan kehidupan bernegara. Prinsip ini menjadi panduan supaya perilaku masyarakat sentiasa terpelihara dan berkembang sesuai dengan keperibadian bangsa dan nilai-nilai murni.&lt;/i&gt; - Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;We see here 'selaras dengan kempen Budi Bahasa' - which would be that we have to speak politely bla3. But nilai murni? The 'nilai murni' are not defined and not so obvious unlike Budi Bahasa. Now we go back to Kesopanan. Have you been watching TV lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am not the most 'sopan' person on Earth and I know that. But an adult should know how to compare what is wrong and what is right. And what is sopan and what is not. As a Malaysian, is this sopan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/0j-RWuAnB_A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0j-RWuAnB_A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0j-RWuAnB_A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Honest question. No offense bros. Just asking. As a Malaysian born in Malaysian speaking Bahasa Malaysia 1Malaysia bla bla bla,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; is this, sopan?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/_W-icb4srIw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_W-icb4srIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_W-icb4srIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Is this sopan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am just curious, seriously people. Are the lyrics sopan? Are the clothes sopan? Is the dancing sopan? Just curious. No intent to criticize or be the moral police. It&lt;i&gt; is&lt;/i&gt; entertaining, no doubt about that. As entertainers they are doing a tip-top, &amp;nbsp;excellent, prima job. Kudos for making people raise their hands or whatever they do in the club these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;But how about as Malaysians? Entah. Not a question for me to answer.&amp;nbsp;&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/7932519605992217574-7849282745525636492?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7849282745525636492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7849282745525636492&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7849282745525636492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7849282745525636492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/kesopanan-dan-kesusilaan.html' title='Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan?'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8652804742175047867</id><published>2011-10-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:18:37.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;BFM 89.9 (a radio station) airs some interesting discussion during the 'back-home' drive time. Today they discussed making English a compulsory subject in the SPM. At the moment students do not have to pass their English to pass their SPM. The compulsory subjects (as far as I know) are BM and Sejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that a move has its pro and cons like any other suggestion. But do the advantages outweigh the disadvantages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deejay stated that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"By making English a compulsory subject&lt;/b&gt; (pause)&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, more students will fail the SPM&lt;/b&gt;." (more or less - context wise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? If English is made compulsory and people fail, is that a bad thing? So someone failed - because they deserved to. What is the big deal here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same issue as 'the bell graph problem'. There are rumours - by teachers, that the SPM is graded using &amp;nbsp;a bell graph instead of a cut-off point system. Here is the 'bell graph' thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM1Te6Yf1TQ/TonB_9QK8oI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iEGyfQzQQMM/s1600/bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM1Te6Yf1TQ/TonB_9QK8oI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iEGyfQzQQMM/s400/bell.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not FACT by the way, &lt;b&gt;this is speculation&lt;/b&gt;. Not from me but from most of the teachers who have taught me during the school days. They say this graph exists, and as you can see the graph is bell shaped. Year by year, the lines will shift to the left thus making it seem as though students in Malaysia are getting 'smarter' (although I disagree 'smartness' should be measured by A's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year by year, the graph shifts to the left. We have not yet lived a year where the students perform worse than their seniors. Remember last year's headlines?&lt;i&gt; '104000000000 pelajar dapat Semua A berbanding 10000000 tahun lepas'&lt;/i&gt;? Is it because that the Education System is working or is it just the people in offices somewhere in Malaysia manipulating data to make it seem as though we are all doing our jobs, that the system is working, that we are 'improving'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we worry that 'students won't pass' and that 'the 'grades will worsen'. That (however- ueberraschend lol) is not necessarily a bad thing. If there is a problem with out education system, then we must let the graph show (that there is one present). We must not conceal the truth with this colourful bell-graph of even distribution which we are said to be using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose now: use the bell graph and lie to ourselves or see the facts and help Malaysia prosper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8652804742175047867?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8652804742175047867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8652804742175047867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8652804742175047867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8652804742175047867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/10/hush.html' title='Hush'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM1Te6Yf1TQ/TonB_9QK8oI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iEGyfQzQQMM/s72-c/bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6427800156545909914</id><published>2011-09-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:17:51.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Teletubbies: Stop the War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even Teletubbies hate war&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i66vn-A-VRM/ToVrRpEKP9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CCj55vYeyRk/s1600/tele1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i66vn-A-VRM/ToVrRpEKP9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CCj55vYeyRk/s400/tele1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiHGd16vlQ/ToVr6n6YLUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nBVWZPoPPXI/s1600/tele2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiHGd16vlQ/ToVr6n6YLUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nBVWZPoPPXI/s400/tele2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6427800156545909914?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6427800156545909914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6427800156545909914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6427800156545909914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6427800156545909914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/teletubbies-stop-war.html' title='Teletubbies: Stop the War'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i66vn-A-VRM/ToVrRpEKP9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CCj55vYeyRk/s72-c/tele1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3480779424335268388</id><published>2011-09-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:07:12.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Pics: NSFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Choose your favourite pokeymans!&lt;br /&gt;I got bored during class and drew pokemon. Many have chosen Pikachu and Charmander. I like Dig(g)let to be honest, but hey, its your choice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9b_TaZNBEM/ToCvEpDiJjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sYGGRVbZ7fA/s1600/18072011696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9b_TaZNBEM/ToCvEpDiJjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sYGGRVbZ7fA/s1600/18072011696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I've drawn them and went 'which would people like' so I'm posting them for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FOLLOWING POST IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SQUEAMISH PEOPLE AND CHILDREN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted for a while so I thought to myself, how about a collection of pictures I took with my phone of my wound and some other wounds? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DO NOT CONTINUE if you don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat had a nasty wound after an infection, this is a macro image of that wound. There is some yellow stuff, you know 'pus' or 'nanah' in BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L7mYZE6eOc/ToCvcPOBgyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vAslpMpHBpc/s1600/11082011741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6L7mYZE6eOc/ToCvcPOBgyI/AAAAAAAAAYM/vAslpMpHBpc/s1600/11082011741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a blister from not wearing proper socks one day, this is the initial dry blister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_5D83Ce2KU/ToCvd9t83GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/p-vNLs40p3I/s1600/13072011568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_5D83Ce2KU/ToCvd9t83GI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/p-vNLs40p3I/s1600/13072011568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was itchy one day, so I sort of accidentally scratched it. The result? Well, you can see my flesh. It didn't hurt but it certainly isn't easy on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73A4xQPadi4/ToCviGsghiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GQHfRxvNgB8/s1600/16072011633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73A4xQPadi4/ToCviGsghiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GQHfRxvNgB8/s1600/16072011633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night it got even more itchy like 'urgh', so I again accidentally scratched it til it bled. It felt so good, but yeah it's not easy on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSSCHaGi49c/ToCvisQu3NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZjgMpPSvHFg/s1600/16072011677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSSCHaGi49c/ToCvisQu3NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ZjgMpPSvHFg/s1600/16072011677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I end the album with a picture of a cat's wound. The picture is a cat at Sabah which got into a fight and there are more wounds but I thought this was the 'coolest' one. So yeah here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtuOL0QLOvE/ToCvge7-79I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Mg8Ef4LbJxM/s1600/13072011569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtuOL0QLOvE/ToCvge7-79I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Mg8Ef4LbJxM/s1600/13072011569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of regret this is a 'diary' post. I hope you liked the pictures. If you want more pokemon pictures, do contact me or leave the pokemon name, then I will scribble it during class. Good night mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3480779424335268388?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3480779424335268388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3480779424335268388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3480779424335268388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3480779424335268388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/pics-nsfw.html' title='Pics: NSFW'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9b_TaZNBEM/ToCvEpDiJjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sYGGRVbZ7fA/s72-c/18072011696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6637864839602585753</id><published>2011-09-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:18:30.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If possible, we write using 'we' and not 'I'. It shows a sense of connection and it doesn't sound so 'braggy' or arrogant. There is an arrogant air about a text using 'I' or 'when I was young' and the sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/medicines/100002589.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/medicines/100002589.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is a short description of Timolol, eyedrops which were prescribed by the doctor for my worsening condition. This drug opened my eyes not only physically but also sort of mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depression. I used to laugh at the word, since there isn't a lot of emphasis on psychology in Malaysia. I related depression to some emo kids in Times Square, to some fat kid in school who would sit alone because I called him overweight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal bold 170%/120% Arial, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Side effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 1.1em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Medicines and their possible side effects can affect individual people in different ways. The following are some of the side effects that are known to be associated with this medicine. Because a side effect is stated here, it does not mean that all people using this medicine will experience that or any side effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blurred vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inflammation of the membrane that lines the inside of the eyelids and outside of the eyeball, causing redness and discharge (conjunctivitis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inflammation of the eyelids (blepharitis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inflammation of the cornea (keratitis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dry eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Double vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Drooping of the upper eyelid (ptosis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chest pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Allergic skin reactions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Disturbed sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Low blood pressure (hypotension)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dizziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cold hands and feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Slow heart rate (bradycardia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Disturbances of the gut, such as nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea, indigestion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heart block or heart failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 4px 6px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 18px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shortness of breath (dyspnoea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is the list of symptoms of Timolol, and depression is on the list. After a week or so on Timolol, I suffered depression. At first I thought I was being 'weak', because I felt like crying a lot. But then I read up on these new eye drops, and saw this symptom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depression is amazing; It was refreshing. During an afternoon drive, I felt the wind blow on my face through the open window. Suddenly thoughts and memories of my childhood came rushing. I remembered the first day of 'tadika', where my dad combed my hair sideways and I had a dollop of talcum powder on my neck and chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember sitting in a class full of kids staring at me while I introduced myself in broken Bahasa Malaysia, and I remember waiting for my mum after school as a child. In a nutshell, some stupid eyedrops made me feel like crying. And not crying: crying. It made me feel vulnerable, sad, weak, lonely and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was sort of surprised how this 'disease' is being kept in the dark. But hey, this is Malaysia. 1Malaysia woot woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&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/7932519605992217574-6637864839602585753?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6637864839602585753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6637864839602585753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6637864839602585753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6637864839602585753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-2188024074267827357</id><published>2011-09-17T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:03:00.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Art(?): What They Used to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was walking past this shop thingy like a cafe thingy, and saw these two people. And Then my head went BOOM, IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the poorly drawn idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kro7anRcRZg/TnJMucZIWCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W9APjRM4Jbc/s1600/whatweusedtodo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kro7anRcRZg/TnJMucZIWCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W9APjRM4Jbc/s1600/whatweusedtodo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So if &amp;nbsp;you don't get it already, the top shows what &amp;nbsp;(couples) used to do, ie: interact with each other. Talk to each other. You know? Hold hands, and shower each other with affection. But for friends, it would be talking with each other, discussing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, the bottom part of the shitty drawn picture, depicts us today. We get carried away with out little portable electronic/electric devices, and hardly spend time talking and stuff. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really see this as a problem or whatever, it's just I wanted to draw something that has meaning to me. I still remember the days where we would talk to each other about a movie we saw or a football match we watched. And not through Twitter or FAcebook or stuff, but really talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see the expressions on each others' faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And share jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those days are behind us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-2188024074267827357?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/2188024074267827357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=2188024074267827357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2188024074267827357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2188024074267827357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/art-what-they-used-to-do.html' title='Art(?): What They Used to Do'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kro7anRcRZg/TnJMucZIWCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W9APjRM4Jbc/s72-c/whatweusedtodo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3471258959551440987</id><published>2011-09-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:25:25.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>NOT SERIOUS: Kerana Kalian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The nation of Malaysia was shocked today by the move to change the title of the song 'Keranamu Malaysia' to 'Kerana Kalian'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The move was first suggested by the 1LOGIC group, which is under the 1Persatuan Foundation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1LOGIC head, Azman Azmanan says "We reviewed the song, and thought to ourselves, 'Keranamu Malaysia'? Do we owe our independence and freedom to this piece of land? Are we grateful to this piece of land and the rivers and the beautiful ecosystems, or are we grateful to the people who helped build the nation? Kita, or we, are thankful to the past leaders and fighters of Malaysia, or North Borneo, of Tanah Melayu, and not the land itself. Without the people, Malaysia is only some peninsular and Islands and what not."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The head of 1LOGIC continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is why we say Kerana Kalian and not Keranamu Malaysia. We are all humans and easily forget, which is why even a song title must be precise, accurate, and most importantly correct. Kerana Kalian, (kalian is the Bahasa word for 'you all') At first we wanted to name the song 'Kerana Mereka' but it doesn't have a nice ring to it, Kerana Kalian, ah, that is better..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azman Azmanan says he has filed a formal request to the ministry, and that he also suggested the children in public schools sing 'Kerana Kalian' during assemblies during this month (September), which is Malaysia Month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow (the 16th September) will be the first time Kerana Kalian will be sang by Malaysians at Dataran Merdeka. The lyrics have not changed a lot, but the Karaoke Style word by word guidance will be shown on the screen at the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ministers, Datuks, Datos, Tan Sris, and all will join the parade while singing 'Kerana Kalian' to show that unity is among us as Malaysians. Happy Malaysia day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS POST IS NOT SERIOUS (AT ALL)&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/7932519605992217574-3471258959551440987?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3471258959551440987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3471258959551440987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3471258959551440987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3471258959551440987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-serious-kerana-kalian.html' title='NOT SERIOUS: Kerana Kalian'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7358508592380232768</id><published>2011-09-02T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:00:15.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>COMIC: RAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's raya and I haven't drawn anything for some time so here is a short comic which is REALLY BIG so click on it if you cant read it properly (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are problems with the image tell me so I can fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry raya to all ok drive safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/wuPgU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i.imgur.com/wuPgU.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7358508592380232768?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7358508592380232768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7358508592380232768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7358508592380232768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7358508592380232768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/09/comic-raya.html' title='COMIC: RAYA'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4826795496401505449</id><published>2011-08-30T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:06:17.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>1Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is official: The 1Malaysia craze has gone out of hand. It was reported in a local daily here that Malaysia, a South East Asian nation was seeking to change its name to 1Malaysia, to show its unity among the multi-ethnic community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Association of Southeast Asian Nations, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASEAN, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;has gone bonkers over the country's decision over the addition of the number '1' to its name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The Secretary was reported to have said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is out of this world; absolutely outrageous. Numbers in names of countries? What next? Numbers in names of children? 1Adam? 1James?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;But the small country which consists of a peninsular south of Thailand and the north of Borneo has already filed the request with the United Nations. Unlike ASEAN, the UN has welcomed the move, and even applauded Malaysia's efforts to be 'unique'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is not only a step forward for Malaysia, but also a giant leap for the World&lt;/i&gt;" said the UN President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Every country also has been reported to add a '1' to its name, but only Perak, Pahang and Melaka have officially filed the necessary documents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is said that the small oil and gas nation has also called a move to reshape the shape of the peninsular, forming a giant '1' shape, though the construction marvel will cost billions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhALfjtSydU/Tlz4bEcKcxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y5SPzU4OV7U/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhALfjtSydU/Tlz4bEcKcxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y5SPzU4OV7U/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD-r5WkMr4M/Tlz4aY11kOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/iA_TndUXJPE/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD-r5WkMr4M/Tlz4aY11kOI/AAAAAAAAAX0/iA_TndUXJPE/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdjyHM4xt0I/Tlz4bhnKdFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q1emGNttLao/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MdjyHM4xt0I/Tlz4bhnKdFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Q1emGNttLao/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The new 1Malaysia will superimpose North Borneo over the Peninsular, shaping a '1' shape which is reversed after being rotated 30 degrees clockwise (clockwise).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"1Malaysia is more than a country, it is a country which is shaped like a giant 1, filled with states with the number one in their names too!" &lt;/i&gt;said a UiTM student after being interviewed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We used to say Malaysia truly Asia, but that was then, now 1Malaysia is truly 1Malaysia!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;On the 31th of August it was also reported that all babies must be named '1Malaysia' followed by a number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Mother for 1Malaysia #1, Mrs. Mat said that &lt;i&gt;"It was a really good move"&lt;/i&gt; and that it will "&lt;i&gt;increase patriotism among the 1Malaysians"&lt;/i&gt;. Mrs. Mat, who shops at the &lt;a href="http://kedairakyat.com/"&gt;1Malaysia store (link to kedai 1Malaysia which really exists)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;every week also says that&lt;i&gt; "shopping at the 1Malaysia store will remind her of her of her daughter, who is named 1Malaysia #1, a citizen of 1Malaysia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS. IS. NOT. A. SERIOUS. POST. NOT ONE BIT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/7932519605992217574-4826795496401505449?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4826795496401505449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4826795496401505449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4826795496401505449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4826795496401505449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/08/1malaysia.html' title='1Malaysia'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhALfjtSydU/Tlz4bEcKcxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y5SPzU4OV7U/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-842900490103147298</id><published>2011-08-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:41:05.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Debatte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0MvUFmrs8/TlE-yunJb7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/DUxcnJKfweE/s1600/hmmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0MvUFmrs8/TlE-yunJb7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/DUxcnJKfweE/s1600/hmmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of some comments wanting the current PM of Malaysia to step down on a news article in the Malaysian Insider. The comment which shall be discussed is zakk's comment, which says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Actually, the longer he (Najib) stays (as Prime Minister of Malaysia) the better it is for PR."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we want? Do you want best for PR, if you are a PR member, and do you want what is best for BN if you are a BN member? And if you are&amp;nbsp;independent, ie: not attached to any political party; would you want what is best for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We (should) want what is best for Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone should step down, then tell them. LET'S SAY, the current PM were incompetent (tak layak), and you were a PR member. Would you turn a blind eye, and let Malaysia rot and go to the dogs (hancur binasa etc) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you (should) want what is best for Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes first, Malaysia or PR? Malaysia or BN? Malaysia or your Persatuan? It should be your country, not your political party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE: A debate in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;A debate on the use of renewable energy is proposed by someone from the opposition, and let's say you were from the government. Would you say no, just because he or she is from the opposition? Do you want what is best for the environment, or play stupid childish political games for political gains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdekekah kita lol? Bla3 patriotisme konon, kibar jalur gemilang konon, bla bla bla, at the end of the day, kawan sendiri buat salah tak mengapa, orang lain buat benda betul pun tetap halang lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-842900490103147298?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/842900490103147298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=842900490103147298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/842900490103147298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/842900490103147298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/08/debatte.html' title='Debatte'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap0MvUFmrs8/TlE-yunJb7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/DUxcnJKfweE/s72-c/hmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6359184354446353492</id><published>2011-08-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:49:37.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Not Everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After a long day at school, we hop off the bus of van and run to the squeaky gate, and take off our white Bata shoes. "Ma!!! Orang da balik!!!" we shout, and your mum or kakak or aunty would say&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;br /&gt;"dah makan dah?" or "camana sekolah?" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was primary school, sort of the glory days for nostalgia and the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Your mum or guardian would ask , or say (lets take me for an example so we can make a personal emotional connection) "lot dah siap kerja rumah ke? ma tengok lot tengok TV je..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 7-ish when we come back from the playground, my mum would say&lt;br /&gt;"lot taknak mandi ke? ma tengok lot kotor-kotor ni... pergi mandi kejap ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like any kurang-ajar or stupid kid I, We, would say&lt;br /&gt;"kejap la ma" or even worse "ma ni bising la, sabar la kejap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see, sometimes people say things to you not because they want to piss you off, not because they hate you, but because what you are doing is not beneficial. You know? When your mum says that you should do your homework, it's not because she is jealous you get to watch telly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because she loves you, and she cares. When my friend tells me to stop smoking, it is not because he wants &amp;nbsp;to smoke but can't because he doesn't have to money the cigs. You see? It's because they care, it's because we are doing something wrong, it's because we are not perfect, and sometimes we need a 'teguran' or a 'hey' or a 'weh elok-elok ah sikit' once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ini, saya ingin meminta maaf jika ada teguran yang saya 'ah ko bising ah' or 'ko diam sikit boleh tak?', dan selamat tengah hari kepada semua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6359184354446353492?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6359184354446353492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6359184354446353492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6359184354446353492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6359184354446353492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-everybody.html' title='Not Everybody'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8636793371157512555</id><published>2011-08-11T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:26:53.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>BREAKING: Air Condition Temperature not to go below 24*C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;(click for news link)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/8/11/nation/20110811150156&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioned offices at government offices will not be set below 24 degrees Centigrade. The move has sparked joy and happiness throughout Putrajaya and Kuala Lumpur by not only government officials who work in the formerly freezing offcies, but also by 54 NGOs (non-government organisations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 54 strong NGOs, namely PAPKM (Persatuan Anti-Puting Keras Malaysia) has backed 100% the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President of PAPKM (formerly known as MAHNS - Malaysian Anti- Hard Nipple Society, but has since changed its name to Bahasa Malaysia to support the National Language), Marcus James has voiced his opinion on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a day of rejoice for people like me, who suffer from the cold air-conditioning. I have been working in a public office for 10 years, and sometimes my nipples turn hard for &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; long, that they turn blue. I spend RM50 per week going to the masseuse (tukang urut) so that they become healthy again", Marcus said, with a smile and a tear streaming down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus, who is also Vice-President of PSMSKK (Persatuan SMS Ketika berKerja) said&lt;br /&gt;"The freezing temperatures are not only very bad for '&lt;i&gt;chest health' (&lt;/i&gt;nipple health)&amp;nbsp;but also get in the way of me typing SMSes with my phone. When the AC (air-conditioning) was set to 20*C, I could not feel my fingers, and could not SMS while working. But now, I can finally &lt;i&gt;curi tulang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;('sleep' on the job) in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmentalists were also happy since the move would cut down energy costs by some 7%, as reported in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;THIS IS NOT A SERIOUS POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8636793371157512555?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8636793371157512555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8636793371157512555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8636793371157512555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8636793371157512555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/08/breaking-air-condition-temperature-not.html' title='BREAKING: Air Condition Temperature not to go below 24*C'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1287785967720986687</id><published>2011-08-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:36:18.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Psyduck Uses Confusion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Months in the Islamic calendar can be on one day or the other, depending on the new moon. If the new moon is seen, then the new month falls on the next day, if not, the day after tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was Sunday, and I wanted to know if Ramadhan was going to fall on Monday or Tuesday, and this is no small matter, because I have to fast on the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all newspapers, TV channels, facebook statuses flood and spam 'selamat berpuasa' since Thursday, which left me wondering, on which day does Ramadhan really start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't people wait til Ramdhan REALLY start to start sending greetings and wishes, instead of confusing people who are actually waiting for the arrival of Ramadhan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people I know who spam 'Selamat Berpuasa' 2 days or weeks earlier aren't even fasting, and couldn't care less about the fasting month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that the same thing doesn't happen for Hari Raya, because Hari Raya, like the start of Ramadhan, can fall on either one day, or the next. And that means, muslims have to fast for one more day, or start celebrating and Malaysian muslims can start blowing their hands off with fireworks the next day (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, happy fasting, and happy watching other people fast if you aren't. And please, don't confuse others who aren't as well informed about when Hari Raya is , eg: me.&amp;nbsp;&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/7932519605992217574-1287785967720986687?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1287785967720986687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1287785967720986687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1287785967720986687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1287785967720986687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/08/psyduck-uses-confusion.html' title='Psyduck Uses Confusion!'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8709639182755785424</id><published>2011-07-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:15:18.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Summaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People often tell me to close my mouth, because I often leave it gaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid my dad would say 'Lot, tutup mulut, lalat masuk nanti'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I am not (physically perfect) like you. I wish I were, but I am not. I cannot breathe using my nose because I have a stuffed nose (due to sinus thingy) . If both nostrils are not blocked by mucous, then one of the two is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not the left, then it is the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nostrils are only clear only when I swim, and as we all know, humans do not live in water, and I am human, so my nostrils are blocked most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me no choice but to breathe using my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, - there are also people who breathe using their mouths! But why is my mouth Open when breathing, and not closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason is quite complex. When the mouth is closed, air cannot enter the mouth. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to keep breathing, which is a part of how to stay alive, I must keep my mouth open! Interesting right? So the next time you see my mouth open, even though I am not eating, even though I am not talking, it is because I am doing this thing called 'staying alive by breathing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be a dick and tell me to close my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8709639182755785424?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8709639182755785424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8709639182755785424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8709639182755785424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8709639182755785424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/07/summaks.html' title='Summaks'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1412887002001025655</id><published>2011-07-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:14:12.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>No Finish Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was April 2008, Chemistry, 2 hours of Chemistry. We entered the classroom, and there she was. The General Elections ended in March, and the ruling Party finally lost its two thirds majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher stood up, and gave a lecture about how Malays should rule the country. About how the Chinese were taking over. About how the Malays were fighting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, not this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the papers, and it's about Malays Malays Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open facebook, and all my Malay friends are going Malays Malays Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did Malaysia consist of only Malays? Since was it written in the constitution that the Malays should hold the power? My Malay friend claims to be religious. And yet, he is pro Malay. Since when was it written in the Quran that the Malays should rule the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik-balik, Melayu. Aduhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak habis-habis Melayu. Politik pun nak buat parti Melayu. I always thought that politics should be a bunch of people who want the same thing, not share the same skin colour. But what do we see? Melayu pergi geng Melayu, India pergi geng India, Kadazandusun geng Kadazandusun etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this 1Malaysia thing apply? Look at the schools, Cina sekolah Cina. Melayu sekolah MRSM, again, where is this 1Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adult, which can think. You can lie to those who don't observe, but not to those who think. Come on, 1Malaysia sini, 1Malaysia sana, but it's just a slogan without application. Siap ada lagu lagi 1Malaysia, jangan main-main! But who are we trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we are trying to fool the stupid ones who don't read, nor observe. And since Malaysia has a very very low reading rate thingy, this 1Malaysia sells like hot cakes. H-o-t c-a-k-e-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Brownies secret recipe sedap gle dowh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1412887002001025655?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1412887002001025655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1412887002001025655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1412887002001025655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1412887002001025655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-finish-finish.html' title='No Finish Finish'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-385160398731556881</id><published>2011-07-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:53:48.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpapers'/><title type='text'>TIME TRAVEL MASTERED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhg0v0BtrNQ/Tg8UPOewqiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vUKr0zDuVmY/s1600/TIME+TRAVEL%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhg0v0BtrNQ/Tg8UPOewqiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vUKr0zDuVmY/s200/TIME+TRAVEL%2521.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(CLICK TO ENLARGE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAndsome man conquers the art of time travel. Genius. Absolutely genius I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcause blogger is not crazy tonight, here are some wallpapers I drew out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUs12-ybf8I/Tg8Ur1WR23I/AAAAAAAAAXo/nxQKEbrLiX4/s1600/drago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pUs12-ybf8I/Tg8Ur1WR23I/AAAAAAAAAXo/nxQKEbrLiX4/s200/drago.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOjStRlZJOE/Tg8UthDUW3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/b8j2a7E8qEI/s1600/liebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOjStRlZJOE/Tg8UthDUW3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/b8j2a7E8qEI/s200/liebe.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge as usual. Happy &amp;nbsp;holidays to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-385160398731556881?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/385160398731556881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=385160398731556881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/385160398731556881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/385160398731556881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-travel-mastered.html' title='TIME TRAVEL MASTERED'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhg0v0BtrNQ/Tg8UPOewqiI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vUKr0zDuVmY/s72-c/TIME+TRAVEL%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-2101112414432470594</id><published>2011-06-28T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T04:38:22.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>25 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;'You may start writing' says the lady with the microphone 'Good luck' says she, and we write and write. We the students. Then is it like the 25 minute of the exam, which is when, it begins.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is annoying. It is frustrating, it ruins one's concentration. What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it is not the sight of some girl's underwear this time, it is the lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSd4X_5x_2s/TgjoL3Kw32I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rf1fWyw3aUY/s1600/24062011450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSd4X_5x_2s/TgjoL3Kw32I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rf1fWyw3aUY/s400/24062011450.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the picture of the exam hall, from the back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hall consists of 3 rooms, and the doors of the room cam be folded, and the rooms can come as one to make a hall. And in one room, there are 3 'sections' and in each section, there are 4 'pendaflour' lights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I look up, at around the 25 minute during the exam, and think 'why the fick are there so many lights?'. Look in the picture, there are like lights in a freaking spaceship in startrek. There are really many many lights. And I think to myself, why? Do we need all these lights? 18 lights in one room, really? Do we need 4x6x3 lights in one room? (72 lights in one room, 3 rooms, 216 lights in total). Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bothered me during all 18 papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everytime I get stuck on a question in the exam, and look up, only to see literally hundreds of lights, and it bugged me so freaking much. I could remove like 100 of the lights in the hall, and rearrange the remaining 116 and still make it as bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why. Why the lights. When the last paper was finished, I was really grateful I never have to solve or think of the 216 light mystery again.&amp;nbsp;&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/7932519605992217574-2101112414432470594?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/2101112414432470594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=2101112414432470594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2101112414432470594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2101112414432470594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/25-minutes.html' title='25 Minutes'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSd4X_5x_2s/TgjoL3Kw32I/AAAAAAAAAXg/rf1fWyw3aUY/s72-c/24062011450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-72728388816855943</id><published>2011-06-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:46:26.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/vernacular-schools-a-scapegoat-for-disunity-says-pua/"&gt;http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/vernacular-schools-a-scapegoat-for-disunity-says-pua/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAP MP Tony Pua says vernacular schools are not to blame for the disintegration of the 'rakyat' and instead points the finger to the quality of national schools, or Sekolah Kebangsaan, and the set-up of Mara boarding schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to agree and disagree with Tony, because I do believe that vernacular schools are partially at fault for the disunity of Malaysians. There's a school behind my house, and it's not a national school, in fact it's a Chung Hwa school, one of those high-class Chinese primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Assembly, the songs they play are in Chinese. The headmaster/ mistress and teachers give their speeches in chinese, and the songs (besides the national anthem) which they play are chinese. If you walked in blindfolded, and looked around on a typical day, you'd think it was some part in the Yunnan province in China, but no, it is actually a school in 'United', Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for boarding schools. You walk in blindfolded into my previous school, or any Mara boarding school, and you'd &amp;nbsp;think 'Malaysia is only filled with Malays. I wonder why they call it Malaysia and not stick with Tanah Melayu or just call it Malayland'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the two the same? A vernacular school, and an All-Bumiputra school. How are the two different, Tony Pua? They're not. It may hurt to accept the fact, but ultimately they're the same (more or less give or take).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're being split up. If you were a Malay, then go to an 'All Malay School' like those Mara boarding schools, then proceed to UiTM (where only Bumiputras are allowed to enroll), would you still be Malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Kamus Dewan, we are all 'Bangsa Malaysia', not Bangsa Iban, not Bangsa Murut, not Bangsa India etc. So is Malaysia really a country that is 'Berbilang Bangsa'? (Yes, if you count the Filipino Maids and Indon workers, Nepali pakguards), No, it isn't. We are all Bangsa Malaysia. And if we don't start accepting that now, then ntah ah maleh ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-72728388816855943?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/72728388816855943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=72728388816855943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/72728388816855943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/72728388816855943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4084166778150960211</id><published>2011-06-23T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:31:57.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Thin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I asked an old man, 'if the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yang_di-Pertuan_Agong"&gt;Sultans&lt;/a&gt; are head of Islam and Arms, shouldn't they be religious and have Rambo like skills on the battlefield?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stroked his beard not once, not twice, but three times and said&lt;br /&gt;"the Sultans are &lt;b&gt;symbols&lt;/b&gt; my son, their job is not to defend us, but for us to defend them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, Malaysia is a big symbol. If the head of Economy in our country is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Najib_Razak#Early_life"&gt;Minister of Finance&lt;/a&gt;, then shouldn't he have a PhD in Economy or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the man who has Malaysia in his fingertips be overweight when there are fishermen who count grains of rice before going to sleep to ensure their children have something to eat in the morning? How can the man in charge wear luxurious suits, when farmers have to work the fields til dark to make sure their children have school uniforms to wear to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how a country is run? It is unfair to judge a world leader by body weight, I know. But I have to let this out. Because then I read about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; man, Ahmadinejad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#Early_life"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;if you can, just the 2 or so paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Many reports say that after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saddam_Hussein" title="Saddam Hussein"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran%E2%80%93Iraq_War" title="Iran–Iraq War"&gt;invaded Iran&lt;/a&gt;, Ahmadinejad joined the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Army_of_the_Guardians_of_the_Islamic_Revolution" title="Army of the Guardians of the Islamic Revolution"&gt;Army of the Guardians of the Islamic Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioGS_9-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioGS-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and served in their intelligence and security apparatus,&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioGS_9-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioGS-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; but his advisor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_for_Spreading_Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad%27s_Thoughts" title="Council for Spreading Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's Thoughts"&gt;Mojtaba Samareh Hashemi&lt;/a&gt; says "He has never been a member or an official member of the Revolutionary Guards", having been a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basij" title="Basij"&gt;Basiji&lt;/a&gt;-like volunteer instead.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-EABFT20080530_29-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-EABFT20080530-29"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;30&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmadinejad was accepted to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Science" title="Master of Science"&gt;Master of Science&lt;/a&gt; program at his alma mater in 1986. He joined the faculty there as a lecturer in 1989,&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioIR_6-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioIR-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioSenate_30-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioSenate-30"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;31&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and in 1997 received his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctorate" title="Doctorate"&gt;doctorate&lt;/a&gt; in civil engineering and traffic transportation planning.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioIR_6-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioIR-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bioGS_9-3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad#cite_note-bioGS-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man has a doctorate. But does his country 'gelabah' and go call him 'Dr Ahmad' or something? The man is close to the people, but does the country 'gelabah' and call him 'Pak Ahmad' or something? The man contributes a lot to the country, but does the country go ahead and call him 'Bapa Kemajuan' or something?&amp;nbsp; No, he is humble, and enjoys a low profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come on. The man is a true patriot, according to reports anyway. he served in the army instead of being busy being involved in politics, politics, and politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It isn't that I disrespect the Royals and the Ministers and Prime Ministers, but come, on. Compare all the men in Parliament to this short, hairy man. Can any politician compare? How many people in the Cabinet have PhDs and also would risk their lives in the battlefield for &lt;i&gt;Negaraku, &lt;/i&gt;instead of counting their chins (membilang bilangan dagu, keranya bilangannya melebihi satu) back at home in Putrajaya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sorry if I offended your Malaysian political idols, and/or offended you. It's just, when we compare, we see.&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/7932519605992217574-4084166778150960211?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4084166778150960211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4084166778150960211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4084166778150960211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4084166778150960211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/thin-man.html' title='Thin Man'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3295684674973865449</id><published>2011-06-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:26:40.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;[STRONG LANGUAGE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is good noise and 'bad' noise, and noise I am referring to here is 'bad' noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Loud) Noise is annoying, regardless of what kid of noise it is. Let's say someone were talking loudly in the KTM beside you, not loudly, but really&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; loudly. Most people from other than Negeri Sembilan and Selangor may not experience this as often as we do, but, it is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if the person were speaking Malaysian, English, Tamil, Malayalam, Chinese, Zwahili, or whatever language, or even beatboxing, for that matter. Noise, it annoying. If you were in the cinema, and the person were to speak a language you understood, as opposed to a language you didn't understand, would that make it less annoying? Would it make it less 'wrong'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, noise is annoying, regardless of what language it is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is inspired by people saying 'Those loud chinese fuckers', when describing a group of loud people. Why does the ethnicity have to be stated? Would it be less annoying if they were 'Loud Indian fuckers'? Would it be less annoying if it were 'Loud Iban fuckers'? Would it be less annoying if they were screaming at the top of their lungs in a Kedah dialect? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not discriminate based on someone's ethnicity, when it is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side story:&lt;br /&gt;My friend, let's call her, Jane is telling a joke to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;"do you want to hear a joke which I heard from an old friend?" Jane asks.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend then goes "is your friend a Malay?"&lt;br /&gt;Jane is perplexed and baffled. Are jokes from Malays funnier? Are jokes from people who aren't Malay mundane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to everyone. And even in interviews. Even in forms. When you apply for jobs in years to come, there will be lines where ' KAUM: ________' will have to be filled in. Why is this necessary in a multi-ethnic society? The reason is, because people who say things like 'Loud Chinese Fuckers' instead of just 'Loud Fuckers' are in Putrajaya, and are running the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my friends who say 'Loud Chinese Fuckers' instead of just 'Loud Fuckers' will too, run the country one day, (God Forbid), do not expect change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biru melambangkan perpaduan or whatever shit. We may as well just make our flag Red, Yellow, and White, since the blue is a lie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3295684674973865449?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3295684674973865449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3295684674973865449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3295684674973865449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3295684674973865449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3716198348496679627</id><published>2011-06-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:42:37.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanief irfan'/><title type='text'>Meet Hanief Irfan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meet my 'friend' Hanief Irfan. I have no idea who he is, as you can tell from this screenshot of me chatting with him. If any of you know who he is, please contact me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yja3wRkPj6s/TftMGliX7EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0sNl6PCl3IM/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yja3wRkPj6s/TftMGliX7EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0sNl6PCl3IM/s1600/wtf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanief (from what I can tell) is a rude 17 year old from SMK Damansara (if what he wrote on his Facebook page was correct) and his email is hanief123@yahoo.com if memory serves me correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRRL6fEINU4/TftMHd9QK5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TDCvEHZDEhY/s1600/wtfhan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRRL6fEINU4/TftMHd9QK5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TDCvEHZDEhY/s320/wtfhan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though rude, he has stunning good looks, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;His nostrils are a bit large for my liking, but let us not judge by looks, for beauty is from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to befriend Hanief Irfan, just look him up on Facebook, and look up 'Hanief Irfan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know who he is, tell me. And, I hope he scores well in his SPM which I think he is taking the year. Good luck Hanief Ifran from Damansara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3716198348496679627?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3716198348496679627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3716198348496679627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3716198348496679627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3716198348496679627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-hanief-irfan.html' title='Meet Hanief Irfan'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yja3wRkPj6s/TftMGliX7EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/0sNl6PCl3IM/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-958466960372196353</id><published>2011-06-19T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:38:51.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Jiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend, and you knew his dad's name, his mum's name, his siblings' names, what his works for, what his mom used to &amp;nbsp;do, where his siblings study, but suddenly lose contact of that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it rarely happens, but suddenly (I?) feel angry toward this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a friend just not give a shit back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like asking 'sudah makan?' and they say yes, and then say nothing. And then they walk off, never messaging you, never calling you, never replying your letters.&lt;br /&gt;It's like wishing 'Selamat Hari Raya' via SMS, email, in person, but still not getting a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I wish I could stop wishing these people die slow painful deaths. Which is why I am trying to get the image of me covered in his blood, after mass murdering his family and pet cat.&lt;br /&gt;He will be in tears, seeing his father's entrails covering the living room of the small terrace house he lives in, and ask while sobbing 'Why did you do this...' and I shall put my hand on his shoulder, and say nothing but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I try to stop imagining that I pull his finger nails out one by one, only after lodging splinters of wood in underneath his fingernails. Only to proceed by slowly inserting a large blunt needle into his eyes, but you see - people have eyelids. No matter, for an incision shall provide the means for the removal, which will be the cue to shove a large, rusty needle into his eyes. One by one, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will ask "Why do &amp;nbsp;you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;And I shall say, "So you remember me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by taking the&amp;nbsp;pliers, I pull his front teeth one by one, but leaving some so he can still talk and beg for mercy. And beg for mercy he will. With blood oozing out of his mouth, he will ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;And I shall say, "So you remember me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-958466960372196353?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/958466960372196353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=958466960372196353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/958466960372196353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/958466960372196353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/jiwa.html' title='Jiwa'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4844032748890752973</id><published>2011-06-17T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:32:12.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Seni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I saw a piece of paper on the floor in a room where the walls were full of scribblings of Ultraman and Dinosaurs. It was a picture of a lizard-man wielding a shield and a sword while sticking his tongue out. I was in love with the picture, so I stole it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother eventually found out that I stole it, but it wasn't a big deal and he forgave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that day on, I knew what I wanted to be. An artist, a man of the arts. The 5 year old me imagined that by 20 something, I would draw pictures of 'Kampung Nelayan' and 'Jelapang Padi', some classics which Malaysian artist usually draw. These sort of painting filled my dad's office, and every time I dropped by to visit my dad at work, I would stop to really stare at these beautiful paintings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egallery4u.com/painting/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1203&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=3" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://www.egallery4u.com/painting/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=1203&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kampung Nelayan - by Johari Alias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 15 years, and here we are in an age where everyone wants to be an artist. The only difference would be that they don't want to be artists like Johari Alias and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheah_Thien_Soong"&gt;Cheah Thienv Soong&lt;/a&gt;. They want to be popular, they are chasing fame, money and women. &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever happened to art which inspires people, the art which makes people remember their hometowns, their mother's cooking, art which makes us feel the wind blow in our face, art which reminds us of the first time we fell off our bicycle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left and right, people are chasing fame, and only that. Why do you blog? For fame and money (followers and so Nuffnang pays you more). Why do you post your videos on Youtube? So people subscribe to you, and you can eventually sell albums (fame and money again). The youth have been reduced to people with spirit to achieve and aspire, to people who are money and fame driven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From young we are told to study - so we can have a steady job and steady income. When our teachers asked us what we wanted to be and we replied 'simple' jobs like 'Saya nak jadi Posmen, cikgu!' or 'Saya nak kerja dekat Kantin, cikgu!' we would get scolded, and laughed at. 'Jadilah orang yang berjaya sikit' says the teacher. Is not leading a healthy, and happy life success? God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is no wonder that our young are money and fame driven monsters, since we were taught to be like that since we were little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If (fame and money) is what you aim for, then that is what you will get.&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/7932519605992217574-4844032748890752973?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4844032748890752973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4844032748890752973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4844032748890752973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4844032748890752973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/seni.html' title='Seni'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6778435183003281004</id><published>2011-06-13T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:48:20.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Bisu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's the authorities did something you disagree to. What do you do? You take action. You grab the authorities by their police-guarded testicles, and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Nay, I disagree. Don't do this. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you are disagreeing with reason, good reasons. and you are not alone. Action. Usually, when we take action, people react. The authorities, in this case, cancel, or try to reason with &amp;nbsp;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I like 3 pages on facebook,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/NoMegaTower"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/NoMegaTower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/DontBlockFS"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/DontBlockFS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rosmah-Mansur-sila-minta-maaf-pada-umat-islam/163629210328599"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rosmah-Mansur-sila-minta-maaf-pada-umat-islam/163629210328599&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But you see, Facebook pages are useless, powerless. Let's see the first page, '1 Million Malaysians reject 100 Story Mega Tower', the 5 Billion ringgit project, or Menara Warisan. The price itself is dropping jaws across the nation, one tower, 5 Billion Ringgit? Seriously? But that is besides the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The point is, there are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;296 939+- people who like this page, and that is a &lt;i&gt;lot &lt;/i&gt;people. But what has the government done? Has the page made any progress? Have there been talks held, to explain why a tower is being built instead of improving education, or developing rural areas? As far as I know, no, there aren't. Maybe one or two articles in the paper, but basically no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;Second page, 'Rosmah Mansur sila minta maaf pada umat islam'. The PM's wife held an 'islamic fashion show' in Monaco (IIRC), and the dresses were sexy. Basically, the Islamic Fashion show was 100% unislamic, and gave a negative image to islam. So the page was made. There are &amp;nbsp;111 361 people who like the page. But has the woman apologised? As far as I know, no. If not, surely the page must be brought down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;The third page, was made 3 to 4 days ago, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1M Malaysians Don't Want SKMM Block File Sharing Website'. Now, you guess, is the Malaysian government going to entertain some dudes on Facebook who just press the 'like' button? No. A mouseclick is not the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So what if a million people pressed a like button? The clicks fall on deaf ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now the pages are filled with bullshit the admins paste. But what about the actual cause they were 'fighting' for? No, it was a lie. Facebook pages are useless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;example of bullshit admins paste which is irrelevant to the pages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_h3NUi5WEI/TfXmVjeiXQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hfen_g2WWiY/s1600/bullshit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_h3NUi5WEI/TfXmVjeiXQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hfen_g2WWiY/s1600/bullshit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;See? What about the tower? What progress have we made? None, or very little, as far as I can tell. But hey, let's just &lt;i&gt;buat bodoh&lt;/i&gt;, and keep pressing the like button!&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/7932519605992217574-6778435183003281004?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6778435183003281004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6778435183003281004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6778435183003281004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6778435183003281004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/bisu.html' title='Bisu'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_h3NUi5WEI/TfXmVjeiXQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hfen_g2WWiY/s72-c/bullshit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3375610262856649329</id><published>2011-06-11T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:35:50.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Semuanya Api</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysiakini.com/news/166298"&gt;http://malaysiakini.com/news/166298&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading this article, which is basically about some 'gambar lucah diselit dalam beberapa surah Yassin di Masjid'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I read this&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;“Tanpa mengira niat mereka, tidak ada sesiapapun yang boleh menerima provokasi yang berbentuk perkauman yang cukup menghina ini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am not exactly a professor in Bahasa Malaysia, but I thought the word 'perkauman' means 'racism/ racist'. But the act of putting porn pictures in some surah Yassin, is not really racial provocation, but religious provocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sure, most muslims in this country are Malays, but it doesn't mean that this type of provocation is racial provocation. It is racial provocation. If you piss of a bunch of Christians, but&amp;nbsp;vandalizing&amp;nbsp;a picture of Jesus (pbuh) does it mean you are pissing of Chinese people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;No, you are pissing of Christians (and muslims too), and, not all Christians are Chinese, and not all Chinese Malaysians are christians. Which brings us to the main topic, which is, why does this always happen? And by 'this' I mean, classifying something religious as something racial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Or does 'perkauman' mean religious sentiments, and not only racial sentiments? I don't know. But this sort of thing pisses me off quite a bit.&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/7932519605992217574-3375610262856649329?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3375610262856649329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3375610262856649329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3375610262856649329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3375610262856649329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/semuanya-api.html' title='Semuanya Api'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8532124465701235309</id><published>2011-06-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:58:41.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/nzQTl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i.imgur.com/nzQTl.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;art: original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;idea: i think it is original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;instructions: click to enlarge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1607093536"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1607093537"&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/7932519605992217574-8532124465701235309?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8532124465701235309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8532124465701235309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8532124465701235309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8532124465701235309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/comic-boxes.html' title='Comic: Boxes'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8445329702793944810</id><published>2011-06-07T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:01:55.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Semi-Comic : Takde Cerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/kE0Rv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i.imgur.com/kE0Rv.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;idea: stolen&lt;br /&gt;art: original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click to see full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8445329702793944810?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8445329702793944810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8445329702793944810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8445329702793944810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8445329702793944810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/semi-comic-takde-cerita.html' title='Semi-Comic : Takde Cerita'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6033050230592111530</id><published>2011-06-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:32:29.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><title type='text'>ArticUNO ZapDOS MolTRES!!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/tiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this friend who thinks the DAP are racist. And he say's he is going to vote for UMNO next year when he is old enough to vote. &lt;i&gt;But I just don't get it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a DAP member, nor a PR supporter, not even a BN supporter. I am an observer, like many other 20 year olds, who are still waiting to turn 21 and be able to vote, and I still haven't made up my mind. But one thing is for sure, I disagree with my friend that the DAP is a racist party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democratic_Action_Party"&gt;DAP&lt;/a&gt;, or the Democratic Action Party, opens its arms to people of all walks of life. It doesn't matter if you are Black or White, or of any skin colour, or of any ethnic background, you can join and support the DAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is perhaps the main point which makes me nuts. My friend says the DAP is racist, but he supports UMNO whole heartedly, on the basis that the former is racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UMNO only accept Bumiputrans as members. You are Indian? No UMNO for you. You are Chinese? No UMNO for you. You a Maliali? No UMNO for you. You see, the UMNO is a 'race-based' party. Only Malays have been the leaders of the party, and I doubt that will change any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the DAP? The Chairman is a Sikh, and the majority of the high-committee are Chinese, but it is still a party based on people who share the same idea, not based on 'ethnic backgrounds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the DAP racists? My friend did not say why, or write in his blog why, but he was so confident. This is what happens when we read blogs, and take them for news. This is what happens when we only read the Utusan if we do read the newspapers. This is what happens, blindly calling a group of people racist - just because you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should be forming political parties because they share an idea, not because they are of the same skin colour, or because they have been on a piece of land longer. But what do I know? Maju Pemuda-Pemudi, Harapan Negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6033050230592111530?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6033050230592111530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6033050230592111530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6033050230592111530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6033050230592111530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/articuno-zapdos-moltres.html' title='ArticUNO ZapDOS MolTRES!!!??'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8545471164919511954</id><published>2011-06-05T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T01:08:09.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Michelin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/17/nation/8693120&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/17/nation/8693120&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2020, Malaysia expects to see 25% of university students obese. This article may be a bit outdated, but still, it's relevant since it refers to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, how is this surprising. And I don't want to point the finger to the nasi lemak stalls at the corners, nor the canteen vendors at the Universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you want to kill a snake, you chop its head off. The head is a key part of the body (in case you haven't noticed). And let us not limit the word body to Korper, or the body of a man, but let's include body, as in an organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, let's say Malaysia is a body. Malaysia is sort of an organisation, if not an establishment. Now, let's go &lt;b&gt;DEEPER&lt;/b&gt;, and look at the head of Malaysia. None other than the current Prime Minister, Mr. Najib Razak. No offense Mr. Prime Minister, but, by my book you, sir, are overweight. But hey, let's not just take an example, and blow it out of proportion. Let's look at his Deputy, or the Deputy Prime Minister, Mr. Muhyiddin Yasin. You sir, no offense by the way, too, by my book, are overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are complaining, that '&lt;i&gt;the rakyat'&lt;/i&gt; are obese? And we are writing articles saying people are going to be obese by 2020? Well, we surely can't blame them. Some people call the Prime Minister a leader. Some call him an icon. Call him what you want, he's an icon, a&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; role model.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the leader(s) is(are) fat, no offense btw, so what if the rakyat are fat too? People &amp;nbsp;will go, eg:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'look, the PM is fat, the Deputy PM is fat. Their wives are fat too. Almost all Sultans (except Sultan of Terengganu imo) are overweight too. So what? I'm just&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;'berdaulat''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about being obese? What's the big deal? Kan? So what if I have trouble getting in the KTM, so what if I can't walk up a few stairs without losing my breath? So what kan? We'll still live, not healthily, but live nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LIVE WE SHALL!&lt;br /&gt;(Though I doubt the Sultans and PMs and Deputy PMs read this blog, I apologise if I offended Datuk Seri/Datin Seri/Tuanku/Puanku(?), but hamba serious rasa Datuk Seri/Datin Seri/Tuanku/Puanku(?) tak berapa slim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8545471164919511954?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8545471164919511954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8545471164919511954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8545471164919511954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8545471164919511954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/michelin-man.html' title='Michelin Man'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4584772567695845217</id><published>2011-06-03T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:56:11.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>I What's Best For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxGwkUQwgsM/TeiC_vhVEOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ljd1v0WotM8/s1600/kencing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxGwkUQwgsM/TeiC_vhVEOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ljd1v0WotM8/s400/kencing.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love quotes. I really do, sometimes they make me smile. I go to my friend's blog, and at the end of almost every post, there is some picture stolen from tumbler, similar to the quote I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love quotes, they're not always right. But quotes of love, this quote in particular, makes my eyebrow go crazy, 'cause it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person to write about love, but I don't think this quote works, because love (for me), is not sticking around. It isn't about not letting go. It isn't about that. It's about wanting the best for something, not just someone. If I love my mum, then I want what'es best for her. I will try my best to please her in ways I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no difference if it were love between a man and a woman? Or two men for that matter? Or two women for that matter? If you love someone, then do what's best for them. If I grow up to be an abusive husband, then it is best for me to let go (after trying to stop), and not hurt my wife. And it is best for my wife (after trying to change me) to leave me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not go crazy about every single quote though, we don't have the time for that. I'm just saying, that some people may not know that these quotes are just nice words to read during some situations. But the thing is, there are people out there who take these quotes way too seriously, and I don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love something, someone, then do what is best for them, even if it means leaving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: if this quote has (a) context, people will take if out of context, and apply the quote in another situation, (which is what I may have done by accident) which is why, if there is a universal quote, then let's stick to that one, so no problems pop up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note 2: I may have already written about this before I am sorry if I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note 3: it isn't your blog, I made that story up, jangan perasan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4584772567695845217?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4584772567695845217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4584772567695845217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4584772567695845217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4584772567695845217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-whats-best-for-you.html' title='I What&apos;s Best For You'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxGwkUQwgsM/TeiC_vhVEOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ljd1v0WotM8/s72-c/kencing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1160243823270317757</id><published>2011-05-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:25:24.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true story'/><title type='text'>Comic: Lights, Will, Guiiiide, You Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;And, ig,niiiiiiiiiiiiiiite, cher bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try.... to fix you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxNZCmjeXlI/TeJktik21VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M6YDvijdO7c/s1600/fin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxNZCmjeXlI/TeJktik21VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M6YDvijdO7c/s1600/fin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1160243823270317757?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1160243823270317757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1160243823270317757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1160243823270317757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1160243823270317757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/comic-lights-will-guiiiide-you-home.html' title='Comic: Lights, Will, Guiiiide, You Home'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxNZCmjeXlI/TeJktik21VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M6YDvijdO7c/s72-c/fin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1122658481936712695</id><published>2011-05-29T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:27:22.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheryl samad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Perihal Nama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So I was chilling, and saw a picture of an artist, let me name her, for the sake of the story, I saw Cheryl Samad, in the Metro which my friend bought (god forbid they buy it again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that curiosity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious as a cucumber, so I said "This Cheryl Samad, is she a muslim?" out of curiosity. No offense to the artist or actress or whatever they call those people these days. I was genuinely curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend, the sort of 'typical malay' guy&amp;nbsp; sort of type, said "dude, look at ther name. There's a Samad at the end. What type of name is Samad?" (it is a muslim name, I guess? Basically, I guess, he was saying yes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, am a person who hates answering questions. But to be more precise, I love answering questions with more questions. So I answered, like a smartass, "Okay, Idris Jala. Look at his name. It's Idris. (Idris is the name of a prophet, most muslims know this, and my muslim friend knew this). Guess what Idris is? He's a Christian, yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then and there, I gave a lecture, and I don't -------'marah' (x)people, because they don't listen, and they probably just reply with stupid arguments, but I -------did. And I said "We are in the day and age where a name doesn't define a (person's) religion. And my example shows this, if not clearly. So I ask you, is Cheryl a muslim? I know her dad's name is Samad, I am not blind nor that stupid, but I am asking you, if you know, not by assuming by looking at her name, if she is a muslim." (not in english, or fancy language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like all people who are lectured, he did not answer. Which brings us to the question, which I still don't have an answer to, even though after looking through Google for Cheryl Samad, any basis if she is muslim. But I didn't check facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know if she is a muslim or not, tell me, not because I want to stereotype her or anything, it's because I am just plain curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i81.servimg.com/u/f81/13/01/30/44/cheryl10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i81.servimg.com/u/f81/13/01/30/44/cheryl10.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, it's pictures like these which made me curious. And,&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Cherylsamad?sk=info#"&gt; her facebook page&lt;/a&gt; does not state her religion too. So any help is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1122658481936712695?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1122658481936712695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1122658481936712695&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1122658481936712695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1122658481936712695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/perihal-nama.html' title='Perihal Nama'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7705280652790572815</id><published>2011-05-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:56:46.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: Exam Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2pFuG0uEjw/Td_JZ5cKeJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3nJtDHSAiac/s1600/fin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2pFuG0uEjw/Td_JZ5cKeJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3nJtDHSAiac/s1600/fin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IF YOU CANNOT READ IT, CLICK IT, TO LOAD IT OR SOMETHING. GOOD LUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7705280652790572815?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7705280652790572815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7705280652790572815&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7705280652790572815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7705280652790572815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/comic-exam-shame.html' title='Comic: Exam Shame'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2pFuG0uEjw/Td_JZ5cKeJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3nJtDHSAiac/s72-c/fin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7360371950593302912</id><published>2011-05-24T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:04:02.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>Malaysia is One, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/5/19/nation/20110519154117&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Malaysia reconsidering introduction of 1 sen coins, - again (link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subang Jaya -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hordes of people from all ethnic groups rallied along Persiaran Kewajipan. Though coming from different ethnic groups, wearing different coloured clothes and styling their hair differently, they all shared something in common; the smile on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was none other than the &lt;a href="http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/chaos-before-marriage.html"&gt;1Sen, 1Love, 1Marriage Foundation&lt;/a&gt;, celebrating the unofficial announcement by Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin that the 1 sen coin will be reintroduced as it will lighten &lt;i&gt;rakyat'&lt;/i&gt;s burden. Mr Amir, the president, clenched his fist and shouted '1 Sen! 1 1 Sen!' til his face turned brick red, similar to that of a flame when Calcium salt is burned after reacted with concentrated Hydrochloric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1, 000 people gathered and paraded, even though there were signs of a slight drizzle. The young couples were truly happy. Mr Jay, whose sister married last year, said "Last year, my sister married a wealthy Englishman. The Mas Kahwin was set at RM77,777.77, but due to the law which banned 1 sen, it was rounded off to RM77,777.75. Guess what happened?' asked Mr Jay, who then proceeded to answer his own question by saying "It rained!, yes. &lt;i&gt;Hujan&lt;/i&gt;, not the indie band, mind you. See? When the Mas Kahwin was not a nice number, it rained; - you can't explain that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But now, they all had a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr V, was seen with tears streaming down his face. "It's so beautiful; - this moment. I am glad to have lived through this moment, it is almost like that scene in Titanic," who refused to give any further statements thereon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the introduction will not make the price of oil, sugar, and other commodities go back down to their normal prices, the introduction of the 1 sen will at least have an advantage in the sense of Mas Kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is not a serious post, and the introduction of 1 sen imo, is stupid, and a waste of time. &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/7932519605992217574-7360371950593302912?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7360371950593302912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7360371950593302912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7360371950593302912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7360371950593302912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/malaysia-is-one-again.html' title='Malaysia is One, again'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3666280089017516858</id><published>2011-05-22T14:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:57:55.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>Women Unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Kuala Lumpur -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 200 to 300 women gathered here yesterday, filling the streets of Kuala Lumpur, particularly Merdeka Square to share their unique sense of fashion. The PTPM, or more famously known as Persatuan Tudung Pelik Malaysia, made their presence known to the Malaysian public yesterday with their odd fashioned scarves, or &lt;i&gt;tudungs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PTPM, headed by a prominent Malaysian politician, says that this is a great step for retarded &lt;i&gt;tudungs &lt;/i&gt;in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the president of PTPM, &lt;i&gt;tudung pelik&lt;/i&gt; or awkward or even weird scarves have become a part of Malaysian culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It all started when I was 10, and wanted to start to wear the scarf. But since my mum is a slut, and doesn't wear a scarf, I had to learn how to wear it myself. Through the trial and success method, I reached &lt;i&gt;tudung moksya.&lt;/i&gt; I wore the &lt;i&gt;tudung&lt;/i&gt; in a new way, even though retarded, people thought I did it on purpose, when in fact, I just didn't know how to wear it' explained the President of PTPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded &lt;i&gt;tudungs&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;tudung pelik&lt;/i&gt; can be seen almost anywhere, from shopping centres to places of knowledge and even in the house of parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is not a serious post&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/7932519605992217574-3666280089017516858?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3666280089017516858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3666280089017516858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3666280089017516858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3666280089017516858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/women-unite.html' title='Women Unite'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5191407783797669294</id><published>2011-05-19T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:06:12.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>Starting Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Putrajaya -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Government has launched an all out offensive against Bruno Mars, and his not so latest single, "The Lazy Song".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister of Music, Rhythm, and Tempo, Datuk Nasiruddin Abdul Talib, was quoted on the government site saying that "the last thing this country needs is for the people to have an anthem to be lazy." The Former Minister of Dance and Beats also stated that "the last thing this country needs is more lazy people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Tomorrow, the Lazy Song will be banned from being aired on all radio stations, and policemen will roam the streets, checking handphones and mp3 players for the song. The tune will be deleted instantly if found, and culprits can be fined a maximum of RM2000 or a serve a jail sentence for 2 months or both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onnpoppin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/bruno_mars_just_the_way_you_are_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://www.onnpoppin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/bruno_mars_just_the_way_you_are_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The American heartthrob which came to Malaysia recently was asked by the Ministry to change his lyrics, due to fear that 'laziness will conquer this nation via the airwaves', but, Mr. Mars stood by his firm belief that 'laziness too, is a human right' and that 'it was stated in the United Nations charter that if one chooses to be lazy, then so be it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage girls and immature adults which adore the American are expected to flood twitter and facebooks with status updates protesting the ban. Miss F, said the was 'outraged that such drastic action is taken', and felt that 'it is only a song'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ministry was and still is powerless to stop these artist spreading 'negative influences' in this country. As a 'counter offense' to the song, the Ministry has hired M. Nasir to compose the song "Lagu Rajin" which will hit the airwaves next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu Rajin, which also features other local artists such as Caprice, MiszNina, and Hujan, has 'the right elements to visualize Vision 2020' said Nasiruddin. The Minister plans to force all students to sing 'Lagu Rajin' during school assemblies, similar to what the youth generation did during the days with the brainwashing  rhythm of 'Jalur Gemilang' and 'Keranamu Malaysia', but it will need some planning out and discussion with the Education Ministry before the plan comes to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is not a serious post&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;support our local music scene&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/7932519605992217574-5191407783797669294?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5191407783797669294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5191407783797669294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5191407783797669294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5191407783797669294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/starting-tomorrow.html' title='Starting Tomorrow'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7792783293268490787</id><published>2011-05-14T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:19:49.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUSIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Kinder Bueno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My dad used to bitch about the songs we (his kids) listened to on the radio. He'd change the radio station, without giving an explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated those moments, why did he change the station? Why doesn't he listen to his slow jazz songs on his way back from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work or something? Why now, why change the station when we were listening to our favourite songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 years, and I'm 20. I turn&amp;nbsp; Hitz.fm, on and listen to a song. I have no idea who it is, but after googling (I googled &lt;i&gt;money money 2011 song lyrics&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;several times, I found the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the chorus or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ain’t about the (ha) Ka-Ching Ka-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world change,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one on God's Earth who is annoyed by this insult to language? 9/24 words of this verse, aren't even words.&lt;br /&gt;And we wonder why Malaysians' English is so bad. And we try teaching Maths and Science in English thinking it will improve&lt;br /&gt;the grammar and vocabulary of our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we leave songs like these to infect the mind of our young! This must be some kind of cruel joke; this song. It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;this is just my opinion, but this, song, is stupid. I don't care so much about the lyrics, but the rhythm, the ...everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't music, this is noise. &lt;strike&gt;Noise with words&lt;/strike&gt; &amp;lt; I would write that, but thing is, the artist doesn't even&lt;br /&gt;use words sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you were a child, listening to KeSha and this artist on the radio. You would think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This doesn't sound good (at all). But why does it get played so many times? Not only on this station. but other stations&lt;br /&gt;too. This must mean there is something wrong with me, this song &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be good,maybe it's me who has bad taste in music... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7792783293268490787?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7792783293268490787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7792783293268490787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7792783293268490787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7792783293268490787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/kinder-bueno.html' title='Kinder Bueno'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6040240910398287771</id><published>2011-05-11T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T01:43:00.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>Camel Takes a Leap Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This post contains images not suitable for some ages. Please look away if you are underage(d).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadgoodundies.com/files/images/full/camel-active-trunk-twinpack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.deadgoodundies.com/files/images/full/camel-active-trunk-twinpack.jpg" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kuala Lumpur - Camel, the clothing brand with outlandish and a rugged looks, have taken a step forward in its marketing strategy. Instead of making the usual clothes for men with hard-rock abs, and those with lean bodies, it tends to the once minority, plus sized people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of 'Camel Active', where the models are attractive gays. It is time to welcome the new branch of clothing released yesterday in Camel Active's headquarters in Germany. Many believe that we shall no longer see models such as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Real fact) It should be known that one third of the American population are obese, yes - not just fat, or slightly overweight, but obese. This was the main reason, according to Michael Laudrup, senior Marketing and Finance Manager of Camel Active, to take the next step - to open up to the people who make up for 1/8 of the Earth's mass (&amp;lt;&amp;lt; made up fact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monsieur Laudrup says that "it was only a matter of time" before they took jumped right into this industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static2.bigstockphoto.com/thumbs/1/4/3/large2/3411387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static2.bigstockphoto.com/thumbs/1/4/3/large2/3411387.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laudrup also says the name "Camel INactive", was a stroke of genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our team thought long and hard what name we were going to give this brand for obese people, and obese people only. That is why we just innovated our original brand, from Camel ACTIVE, to INACTIVE. Genius, non?" says the one time French designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team or reporters have got a sneak peek at some of the products which will be featured by the new fashion line, launching on the fifth Friday of May, later this month. Trousers are made only in sizes 40 and above, says Laudrup, and shirts range from XXL, to SW (small whale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are planning to put scales in our entrances, and weigh our customers-to-be before they enter. Any less than 150 kilograms, and, you cannot come in." claims the Asia Pacific Head of Retail, Thongchai McIntyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is not a serious post &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/7932519605992217574-6040240910398287771?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6040240910398287771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6040240910398287771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6040240910398287771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6040240910398287771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/camel-takes-leap-forward.html' title='Camel Takes a Leap Forward'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3004561994762244828</id><published>2011-05-09T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:43:12.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><title type='text'>Chaos before Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shah Alam - A mass protest is said to be planned tomorrow by some 100 couples who have long planned to get married this year. The Shah Alam square, or known as Dataran Shah Alam will be filled with 200 to 300 people, most who are planning to tie the knot this year, holding placards, with peaceful messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The uproar was caused by the decision to no longer use the 1 sen coin, which apparently has stirred the anger of these young lovebirds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mr. Amir, says he is "very disappointed" by the Bank's decision to not use the coin anymore. According to the 23 year old accountant who hails from Rembau, he was planning on paying RM3333.33 as his 'Mas Kahwin', but since there are no 1 sen coins, how will he choose this number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The accountant who is the president of '1Sen, 1Love, 1Marriage Foundation', had earlier planned to get married on the 33rd of March, which is why he chose the number 3333.33 as his 'Mas Kahwin'. But since the number will be rounded off to RM3333.30, it will lose it's 'Ong'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Head of Operations, Communications, and Teleportations, Mr Vimal, says the gathering will be a peaceful one, God willing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It has not rained for a few days," says Mr V, his 'nama manja', "So let's hope it doesn't rain on our parade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mr. Amir ended our fake interview by saying that the reason why 1Malaysia in ineffective is due to the absence of 1 sen coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"According to my research," says Amir, "1Malaysia has the number '1' in it. How can there be the number 1 in 1Malaysia, when there is no 1 sen coin? That's not logic." When asked why the protest was only going to be held tomorrow, and not on 1st April 2008, (the date the coin stopped circulating), he said "I just realised the coins aren't in circulation anymore. My mother says I am 'lampi', I am ashamed, but I would have to agree with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-its not a serious post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glossary -&lt;br /&gt;lampi - 'lambat pickup' - realises things very late, usually used when someone understands a joke when it is no longer funny&lt;br /&gt;nama manja - name usually given by family or close friends&lt;br /&gt;Ong - feng shui like aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3004561994762244828?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3004561994762244828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3004561994762244828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3004561994762244828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3004561994762244828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/chaos-before-marriage.html' title='Chaos before Marriage'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-969165463611417419</id><published>2011-05-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:20:53.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaung'/><title type='text'>It's Not a Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/dap-calls-utusans-christian-malaysia-report-a-dangerous-lie/"&gt;http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/dap-calls-utusans-christian-malaysia-report-a-dangerous-lie/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read if you have the time, which you don't, so let me save your time, and cut the article short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &amp;gt;&amp;gt; means quoted from the shown source )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;em&gt;Utusan &lt;/em&gt;had carried out a front-page article today titled  “Malaysia, a Christian country?” (Malaysia, negara Kristian?)&lt;b&gt; based  entirely on blog postings by several pro-Umno bloggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when I wrote it, but I did, and I repeat, that, blogs are not legitimate sources of news. We cannot just go around, saying things, writing things, quoting from online bloggers, who are anonymous, who write what they want when they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecil-kecil tulis blog post pasal berita dari blog post lain, besar-besar jadi ketua Utusan Malaysia sebar berita yang tidak tentu betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be you, when you grow up. Why so, well, what do you people write about? sexy women, boobs, bullshit. Besar-besar kerja for Berita Harian, tulis artikel pasal artis-artis, besar-besar, kerja untuk surat khabar, sebar berita palsu yang dipetik dari blog. And when people say it is not (as) beneficial (as other things which you could write about), you say "oh hiburan itu penting jugak bla3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be you. And you still ask why, harga minyak naik, harga tol tak turun-turun, why jalan berlubang tak elok-elok. Why the country is in such shambles. It's because people like you will become successful, one day, God willing, and run this country. And fill this country with such bullsheed. People like you, who spend their&amp;nbsp; time writing about bullsheed, will grow up, still writing bullsheed, giving bullsheed presentations (which evolved from your shitty powerpoint dari zaman kolej), driving this country into a gaung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-969165463611417419?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/969165463611417419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=969165463611417419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/969165463611417419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/969165463611417419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-not-source.html' title='It&apos;s Not a Source'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7916955679616352722</id><published>2011-05-02T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:07:15.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunggang babi jo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jom'/><title type='text'>Jom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jom! Jom Derma Darah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awak tak tahu ke? Derma darah itu 'cool' sekarang. Sebagaimana seluar yang macam tak seluar (macam seluar berenang tu, yang wanita-wanita muda mudi pakai sekarang). Cool 'gila'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Iklan radio di sini sana menyatakan 'mudah seja kalau mahu menderma darah'. Berat cukup, amalan seks yang sihat, 'bereh', dermalah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sebenarnya, ada syarat-syarat lain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pdn.org.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=40&amp;amp;Itemid=64"&gt;http://www.pdn.org.my/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=40&amp;amp;Itemid=64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;1. Sihat tubuh badan pada hari pendermaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;2. Berumur di antara 18-60 tahun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Bagi yang berumur 17 tahun, perlu mendapatkan kebenaran bertulis daripada ibubapa atau penjaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Bagi yang berumur 61-65 tahun, perlu mendapatkan kelulusan bertulis daripada doktor mengenai&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tahap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;kesihatan badan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;3. Berat badan melebihi 45 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;4. Tidur melebihi 5 jam pada malam sebelum hari pendermaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;5. Tiada masalah kesihatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;6. Tidak mengambil sebarang ubat-ubatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tidak mengambil antibiotik dalam tempoh 7 hari sebelum hari pendermaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Sila &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;rujkuk&lt;/span&gt; pegawai perubatan bertugas untuk ubat-ubatan lain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;7. Telah mengambil makanan sebelum menderma darah (tidak berpuasa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;8. Tidak terlibat di dalam sebarang kegiatan berisiko tinggi seperti berikut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Hubungan jenis sesama jantina (homoseksual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Hubungan jenis dengan kedua-dua jantina (biseksual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Hubungan jenis dengan pekerja seks komersial / pelacur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Bertukar-tukar pasangan hubungan jenis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Mengambil dadah secara suntikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Menjadi pasangan hubungan jenis kepada mana-mana golongan di atas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;9. Pendermaan terakhir sekurang-kurangnya 3 bulan untuk penderma darah penuh (whole blood), dan 2&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;minggu untuk penderma aferesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;10.Untuk penderma wanita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tidak mengandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tidak datang haid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tidak menyusukan anak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: list .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;11.Jangan menderma darah jika anda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Pernah tinggal di United Kingdom (England, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Isle of Man atau&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Channel Island) atau Republik Ireland dari tahun 1980 hingga 1996 untuk tempoh 6 bulan atau lebih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ·&lt;span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Pernah tinggal di benua Eropah dari tahun 1980 hingga sekarang untuk tempoh 6 bulan atau lebih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;(di 'copy' dari laman tersebut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah radio, kau mengecewakan aku. Cakap seperti derma darah itu mudah. Menganjing diriku, seolah-olahsiapa yang tidak menderma darah itu takut jarum semuanya. Apa salahnya panjangkan iklan sedikit, sebutlah syarat secara jelas sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Ini iklan kata lain, 'mudah seja' kata iklan tersebut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Ayuh, tunggu apa, dermalah darah. Pergi selamatkan nyawa! Yeeea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Jangan kecewakan Red Blood Cell ini.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1019178432"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1019178433"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pdn.org.my/images/rsohom2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://www.pdn.org.my/images/rsohom2.gif" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7916955679616352722?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7916955679616352722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7916955679616352722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7916955679616352722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7916955679616352722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/05/jom.html' title='Jom!'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4609676412037460897</id><published>2011-04-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:25:45.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After pondering in the shower, we realised that next year we can start to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I ready to cross am X in a box, and put a paper into another see through box? After all these years of shading instead of crossing Xes, and circling things, and doodling, are we prepared, to CROSS instead of circle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/3/22/nation/8316850&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;There have been murmurs in parliament and in papers that the legal voting age to be reduced to 18, but really, what difference does it make? (link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list which can be clicked. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voting_age#Voting_ages_around_the_world"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voting_age#Voting_ages_around_the_world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most countries around the world have a voting age of 18, not 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, what difference does age make?&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl which exists. (semi-example). She, is politically oblivious. And this means, that she knows nothing of politics. She doesn't know who is the president of what party, nor does she even know what parties she can vote for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, she is just like me and you. Ask a 20 year old who the current president of MIC is, go ahead. They will most likely answer Samy Vellu. But that answer is incorrect, it's G. Palanivel. (&lt;a href="http://www.mic.org.my/"&gt;http://www.mic.org.my/&lt;/a&gt;), Even I didn't know this (or was unsure before googling it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Youth will go out, and cross a box, without even knowing who they're voting for. So what's the use of reducing the voting age to 18? You can reduce it to 7, it's still the same. No difference. People will vote obliviously (most, not all, refer to age group). People my age will go 'Oh, bendera ni aku nampak tepi jalan lagi banyak daripada bendera tuh, meh aku pangkah sepam"; in short, it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short(er); IMO, stupid people who don't read unbias news (which means no Utusan, no Berita Harian, no TV3, etc), shouldn't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN SHORT: BE like the UAE. NO voting. tadaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4609676412037460897?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4609676412037460897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4609676412037460897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4609676412037460897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4609676412037460897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/whu.html' title='Whu....'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-519893773108591013</id><published>2011-04-27T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:07:05.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>A Jiffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I haven't posted here because of 2 reasons - too many people I want to write about read this blog, and I have exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the article I want you to read, because somehow, you people cease to understand that, it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/13876-nuclear-energy-dangers-coal.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/13876-nuclear-energy-dangers-coal.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write what he has already written, but thing is, I don't have a master's degree, so I am not qualified, or betauliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-519893773108591013?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/519893773108591013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=519893773108591013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/519893773108591013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/519893773108591013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/jiffy.html' title='A Jiffy'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3977476648347012567</id><published>2011-04-15T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:48:04.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So I was in this room somewhere then I was making small talk about politics or what not, and, like always, I quoted the Malaysian Insider. Quoting in everyday conversations goes like "Weh, aku ada bacer kat internet kat Meleshen Insaider ada beriter bla3" &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Malay English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my friend goes like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeke... aku ada baca kat internet XXX XX XX XX X dowh siot"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXX X XX X means, something really gobsmacking. Like, example, he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"aku ada baca Ahli Politik Y terlibat dalam skandal seks dengan pelacur"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being a person who reads the online papers every 12 hours so I don't have to buy oversized newspapers, have not heard of that. Such news like that, has to make the papers. Menurut pemerhatian saya,&amp;nbsp; the online papers have more content compared to the oversized paper newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, So I asked this fellow,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Maner siot ko bacer beriter ni siot?!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aku ada bacer laporan kat internet ada orang tulis la siot siot"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are born curious.&amp;nbsp; so I am people. So I was curious, and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kat maner siot, cam best jer siot beriter ni"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kat blog mana ntah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok end of example senario. You can stop reading now, because the main point is, BLOGS AREN'T OFFICIAL NEWS SOURCE mate. Continue reading if you want to read the rants now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't quote a blog, written by some guy /lady, which doesn't even reveal hisher real name, and could be some lepasan SPM who is waiting for the UiTM Puncak Alam December Intake. Heshe could be some guygirl living with herhis mum and her three cats, for all we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason we learn to use the APA quoting format in our stupid english classes, and other projects. It's because we need to learn to quote from proper sources. And by quote, I mean, really, quote. Not stealing it, and rewriting it and pull it off as our own writing or piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most coversations between Jugends / the Youth revolve around shit written in blogs like mine, but the difference between this shitty blog and others are that, I don't make up news or facts on purpose for political or financial or personal gain. Or I try not to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quote from blogs. And don't go all technical by saying "oh aku bace kat twitter siot", No. No quoting from unofficial sources. If you are (quoting from unofficial sources), then say so, so people know it is most probably (made up) shit (that isn't true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3977476648347012567?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3977476648347012567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3977476648347012567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3977476648347012567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3977476648347012567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4659099072082542210</id><published>2011-04-14T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:26:13.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Olly Polly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People giving advice. There are lots of people doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike using the word 'I' but I wanna make this easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So example: Someone walks up to me, and says 'Dude, you should 'tunaikan segala amanah yang telah dikurniakan ke atas kau. Amanah sebagai anak, sebagai pelajar etc etc'. You should do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can go two ways, but usually it just goes one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first good way, is I listen to him, and being a Malaysian, bersemangat hangat-hangat tahi ayam, and tunaikan all the amanah properly for like 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way, would be, I judge this person. I say "siapa kau nak nasihat aku? Sedang kau ini&amp;nbsp; jahat etc bla3 negative things bla3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (should) get the point. Every time someone gives you advice, it is VERY tempting to go "SEDANGKAN KAU NI PUN XXXXXXX" like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta take the advice without saying "KAU PUN X, nk suruh aku Y". It is really hard. But usually becomes easier when we just think it, instead of saying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all people were to go "Alahai, kau ni XXXXX, nak tegur aku", then advice just wouldn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4659099072082542210?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4659099072082542210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4659099072082542210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4659099072082542210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4659099072082542210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/olly-polly.html' title='Olly Polly'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1256550306498374445</id><published>2011-04-04T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:54:04.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>We Have a Term For it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My mom loves giving me advice, and also warns me of stuff. There's this one time I got myself into some deep shit in my primary days, and had to go in the 'black book' or whatever. So I got 3 'Titik Hitam'. 5 titik hitam means&amp;nbsp; gantung sekolah, and 10 means warning or whatever. So it basically meant that I was on the verge of being suspended - and - my mum was the headmistress at the time. (to make it even worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum said, 'Don't do it again, Lot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I said? Hell, Even I don't know what I said. I can't remember something from 2002/3. But I will tell you what I didn't say. I didn't say 'Oh yeke?' in a sarcastic tone. I didn't say "Pergi la mampos" like the kids in my class of 2003 2002 you know, like little kids do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip, which you already know, or should know. But I am pretty sure it is known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when someone gives you good advice, like let's say,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; 'Weh, jangan pandu secara laju sangat'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, you don't say anything rude. Even if you are going to drive fast,&lt;b&gt; don't say&lt;/b&gt; "Gi la mampos" or "Sukahati aku la sial" or whatever. Just acknowledge the advice. Say&lt;i&gt; "Okay"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH if you are not going to listen to him or her, Just please, nod, and ACT, if not acknowledge the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that could happen is, that not only do you not follow her/his advice, but make him/her feel like shit. Imagine, you telling someone not to Skip their Prayers. Let's say you tell someone Not to forget to turn the lights off when they exit the room. Then what do they say? They say "Pergilah mampos", pergh. Then, they don't turn off the lights. they continue with their bad ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah tak tutup lampu, menyumpah si penegur! Hah! Mengamalkan amar makruf pun kena sumpah! Wah! &amp;lt;&amp;lt; example of emotions portrayed by a normal person. (not me, I think in diff lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day, if you don't want to listen to someone's good advice, the least you could do, is not be rude. Shehe is only doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Empathy is key to not being a constant asshole -2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1256550306498374445?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1256550306498374445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1256550306498374445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1256550306498374445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1256550306498374445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-have-term-for-it.html' title='We Have a Term For it'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3746609638058390926</id><published>2011-04-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:18:44.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Start Your Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;If it is important, people will (most likely in some cases, similar to example which will be provided) already have found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, think people want to know what you think, write it down. Post it on the internet. See if people will read it. If people give a shit about you, they will google your name. And knowing people like you, you will write your name in your posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start a blog, and write about what you think. And see if you get views. If you don't get views, well, keep trying. Persistence is the key to success, but in some cases, to prolonging failure (like your case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people think you are an interesting character, they will google your name, to see if you wrote anything online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep trying, and keep failing, well, we, you; us. Well, we have a conclusion. you are not important. And so, just like your blog, (the one which people don't read, and people don't visit ((almost ever)) ), your views, are not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go to people's blogs, which people read, and spam them with your shitty ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, ehem, if people wanted to know what you think, they would have visited your blog already, and thus, you wouldn't need to post comments. Kan? See where I am going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, have something to say, then write it in your own blog, hell, for all I care, send a letter to the NST, and see if your letter reaches one of those columns, you know, the columns you don't read because you are too busy spamming other people's blogs with your shitty unimportant ideas to garner fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, have a personal problem with the author of a blog, then send a message to them. Don't spam their blog. You are not in Politics, so play clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3746609638058390926?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3746609638058390926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3746609638058390926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3746609638058390926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3746609638058390926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/04/start-your-own.html' title='Start Your Own'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8002290942202205142</id><published>2011-03-31T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:25:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch How B-Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hm, I saw this poster ab out languages. Or something. More or less. and it had names of Languages. English, Afrikaans, Ductch, Deutsch, Russian, then Bahasa Malaysia (Melayu) wtv which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me in the balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Bahasa Malaysia have bahasa, and other languages dont go English Language, Deutsches Sprach or wtv. Is it not obvious (enough) or at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those things. Those weird things which either makes the language very unique, or stupid. It is on a high fence, and tips to one side once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, what we call, the 'Kes Ubat Nyamuk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an eye disease, I have to take the medicine. Lol. Ubat nyamuk isn't ubat for nyamuk, but ubat mata is ubat for mata? Racun. Racun tikus, not ubat tikus? Consistency is a weird thing in languages, which annoys and gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It either makes a language 'stupid', or really 'unique'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend hours trying to wonder why it is so. Why it is ubat nyamuk, and not racun nyamuk, or even penghalau nyamuk. Or whatever. I can spend days try ing to write a story how sdfnojadsnoandion geonf;?&lt;br /&gt;sdnhaodpwkfo[e&lt;br /&gt;wqendulwnqdwqnd&lt;br /&gt;qwdqwipdqdw&lt;br /&gt;qwjndpiqwdp&lt;br /&gt;jwqdpn&lt;br /&gt;[jmd&lt;br /&gt;[wqmdn&lt;br /&gt;q&lt;br /&gt;qwd&lt;br /&gt;[qojmd&lt;br /&gt;[qjd&lt;br /&gt;[qdmqdwmjq&lt;br /&gt;[omkofinwqm&lt;br /&gt;fd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8002290942202205142?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8002290942202205142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8002290942202205142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8002290942202205142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8002290942202205142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunch-how-b-sing.html' title='Lunch How B-Sing'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4757018607231101586</id><published>2011-03-29T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:05:02.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare pokemon cards for sale'/><title type='text'>Thailen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Important or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we differentiate between important things (Sachen, nicht Dinge) (?) and unimportant things (?). Some of you may have tried the product rule and quotient rule, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, unlike Maths, rules are rather blurred. It is a grey (gray) zone, which often confuses many, who don't have rules of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to have formulated something which I (would not like to share, but) need to share (nonetheless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I compare&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt; A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; B &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(A represents something, ((not the letter)) and B does too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine: Would the world be a better place without A or B? (Should be) Easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, example time. Let's say I compare what I write, (discussions about whether to build nuclear power plants or not), to what my schoolmates write about (tits, things ((stolen from other blogs)) which are non-education based)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the world be better without things stolen from other blogs (without quoting the original author), or 'perbincangan ilmiah' about why nuclear power is surprisingly safe? I don't know, it is ultimately up to&amp;nbsp; you to decide. But, imho, I think, more blogs about 'perbincangan ilmiah' would not do harm. But, on the other hand, I wouldn't be too keen if more blogs containing (plagiarized) entertainment articles, or entertainment articles themselves, were to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way of seeing things is, would be be happy if your child did it? Would you be happy if your child were discussing pros and cons of a certain parts of science, or would it be better if your child were writing about how Ummi Aida or whatever konon Malaysian superstar actress just got married, or how Anwar Ibrahim's towel got stolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imo, again, I would like the former. I'd like seeing my child write something 'barkait dengan ilmiah' rather than gossip, entertainment, etc of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Would the world be a better place if people stopped doing 'perbincangan ilmiah', or if they stopped writing about gossip and entertainment? Well, for me, (the answer) it is crystal clear. But you have the right to decide. Ever heard or 'there is no wrong or right decision' ? Well, I don't think it applies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: haters gonna hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4757018607231101586?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4757018607231101586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4757018607231101586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4757018607231101586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4757018607231101586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/thailen.html' title='Thailen'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4321963650787178254</id><published>2011-03-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:00:48.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Robo funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There was this one time, not one time really, but many times, but let me refer to this one time. Okay, so there was this one time, my friend was really excited to ask me something. So he said&lt;b&gt; "Weh lot, ko penah tak... camne eh... cam.. cam ko ada perasaan cam... cam camne eh... cam... alah cmne nak cakap eh..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people (all people, not just stupid ones) get ahead of themselves. They are so excited about talking, that they talk without thinking. They are so excited about writing, that they write without thinking (clearly la, not not thinking at all, that is - to be semi-technical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as people, get ahead of ourselves, we are so excited about constructing buildings, even when we don't have enough money, so the building is left half constructed. (semi example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lesson for today, let's THINK before we talk/ type/ chat/ comment/ ask etc. Thinking, though very hard for some, is &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; necessary. Yes, take some time to catch your breath, I know this may come as shocking news to some. But really, it is important. Very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing (konon) is more annoying than a half question (or half a question, depending on how you want to put it) , you know, when your friend's or enemy's face is lighted up, because heshe is really (really, REALLY) excited to ask something, but stutters, but in the end, doesn't complete a proper sentence, or completes many sentences, but they don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, my sister. She has this really funny joke to tell me. And it is SO funny that, she laughs and laughs,til she cries, but never ends up telling the joke. It's like that, the expectation. Sort of. Hard to explain. You'd get me if it has happened to you though, I think (hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once said that Michael Jackson Kejar Halim Buat Ungu Violet apatah. More or less. I don't remember what Indigo is in BM. Anyway, to make people remember, we must make Formulas! So, Think, before you talk. Fikir sebelum Cakap. FSC. FSC, so remember this before you talk, or speak, or write. Fikir sebelum Cakap. FSC. Farhanah Sangat Cantik.Let's stick with that. I think that has a nice ring to it. Or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4321963650787178254?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4321963650787178254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4321963650787178254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4321963650787178254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4321963650787178254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/robo-funk.html' title='Robo funk'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5009195847632207132</id><published>2011-03-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:00:59.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nope not now'/><title type='text'>Ich Lerne Doch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's&lt;/b&gt; an election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you play clean, and give speeches about what you will &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; do, and you will not do, and explain policies, or, you tell the people what they want to hear, you make promises you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt;, is a blog. You can write posts with substance, actually discussing something (even though discussing alone, with no comments), but still, a discussion none the less. Or, you can write about what the people &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to read. About entertainment, and posts pictures of celebrities and other (imo) useless facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your path, write something useful,or be one of &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;, people who write about so much bull, and nothing but bull. Occasionally, &lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;will write something konon important, to hide their true selves, people who write useless posts, with nothing but gossip, and stuff stolen from other (gossip) blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I can tolerate one or two stupid freaking blogs. But dozens of them? Ah, I cannot hide (or keep) this frustration (to myself). I must tell the people. The thing is, these people, these (useless) bloggers,&lt;b&gt; promote &lt;/b&gt;their blogs. I get it if you wrote something which people &lt;i&gt;need to know&lt;/i&gt;, like an interesting article about Health, or Politics, or Science, but gossip? aduh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promote entertainment, rumours etc. Things we can do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, are one of those people, then please, reduce (if not stop) your (useless) advertising. Quit promoting shit. If people want to read the bull you write, they will look for it. If it is so important, they will find it. Don't shamelessly promote something which people cannot profit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is wrong. All this hubbub about &lt;b&gt;OH COME READ MY NEW POST ABOUT BOOBS AND THIS CELEB WITH BOOBS AND OTHER USELESS BULL&lt;/b&gt; is getting old. It was cool perhaps in 2006 - 2009. But nah, not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-5009195847632207132?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5009195847632207132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5009195847632207132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5009195847632207132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5009195847632207132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/ich-lerne-doch.html' title='Ich Lerne Doch!'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6954793544446183889</id><published>2011-03-27T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T02:52:57.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Kraftpunkt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;THE QUESTION IS.&amp;nbsp; CAN WE STOP? WILL WE STOP IF WE CAN? AND IF WE STOP, WILL WE STOP FOR GOOD, OR CONTINUE WITH OUR OLD WAYS AFTER SOME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking/ ranting about this time? Powerpoint / Slideshows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the eff, will we learn to actually present slides, and slideshows, without READING THEM word for word, while LOOKING AT THE FREAKIN screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids in my class do it, for the first and second slide,&lt;i&gt; pergh&lt;/i&gt;, flawless. Glancing at the screen once or twice to see the main points, and presenting the points without looking at the screen, without text in hands. Two slides, 100% professional. BUT, after that, it's crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They read, EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. on the screen. For the next THIRTY SLIDEs. My God people. Learn to present stuff, WITHOUT READING IT WORD FOR/by WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this one student, absolutely flawless. He used flashcards - notes on little pieces of paper, and explained his slidehow flawlessly. One problem though, he did it in HALF AN HOUR. When the time allocated / given was 15 minutes. My God people, you are not the president of the United States. No one wants to hear you talk for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts, in schools, in universities. Sat lagi, they become headmasters and headmistresses. And give freakin' ucapan for 30 minutes during perhimpunans. Sat lagi, they become Principals at schools, giving really boring speeches for hours. PROFESSIONALISM. BEGINS. IN SCHOOLS. PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU. CAN . MAKE. A . DIFFERENCE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat lagi, they become lecturers. And read slide shows, and earn RM4500 per month, and drive fancy cars. Sat lagi, they become Ketua Jabatan, and do nothing but read speeches prepared by their secretaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat lagi, negara mundur, rakyat bodoh, ekonomi cam kambing, duk bising-bising. It begins, people, in schools, universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah, negara Makmur, negara Bahagia. I'm not telling you what country. It's a secret. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WINK. ; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think it's Malaysia, then eff you. Malaysia maju oh-kay(?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6954793544446183889?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6954793544446183889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6954793544446183889&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6954793544446183889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6954793544446183889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/kraftpunkt.html' title='Kraftpunkt'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8004345203904601467</id><published>2011-03-25T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:19:13.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Nothing Could Really Be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Issue: Risks, Risk Evaluation, Probability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a risk to (almost, if not) everything. Brushing your teeth, walking across the street, constructing buildings. (almost, if not,) EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (usually) before something is done, we evaluate,and calculate the probability of something happening - or not. Let's call this sort of risk, a calculated risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth, and I hope you do too, and every once in a while, I lose focus. This causes me to 'overbrush' and I slip the toothbrush to the back of my mouth, causing a large hole, in the back of my mouth, causing me to bleed my gums, which in a few days , develops into an ulcer, which sometimes leads to a nasty infection, which causes me to catch a fever unless I get treatment. (I shall name this phenomenon 'Slipping', in case it hasn't already been named by someone who also does this, if there is a name for it already, tell me, because I do not know it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still brush my teeth, even though 'slipping' happens every once in a while (once every 2 months approx). But does this mean I have to not brush my teeth at all, because fear of 'slipping'? Should I switch to 'kayu sugi', and bleed myself with a stick instead of a toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I still do brush my teeth. It is, like mentioned earlier; a calculated risk. Almost everything we do is a calculated risk. Do we walk instead of drive to work because the possibility of an accident occurring? No siree bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*, Power Plants (old lame topic again). All power plants have risks. In Japan, a nuclear power plant was 'sweeped' by a (note: giant) Wave. Does this mean Malaysia should not construct power plants because of fear of Tsunamis too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Your answer Here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer, no. Malaysia should go ahead, and build nuclear power plants. How often does Malaysia 'fall victim' to Tsunamis? I have no idea. I know the tsunami of (Dec 26) 2004, but, that is about it. How often does Malaysia experience earthquakes? Urm. You'll have to inform me on that, because I have never heard of such an event. Pardon me for my ignorance in advance, if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to build such a Power Plant (Nuclear), is calculated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (giant) wave in Japan would wipe out basically any type of power plant, be it a Nuclear one, or Gas Powered, etc. But, it just happened to be a nuclear one. By chance, you can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the history of Nukie Power Plants, there have been 3 which I can recall.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Mile_Island_accident"&gt; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Mile_Island_accident&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster"&gt; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="search"&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;cite&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1135477405"&gt;en.&lt;b&gt;wikipedia&lt;/b&gt;.org/&lt;b&gt;wiki&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Fukushima&lt;/b&gt;_I_&lt;b&gt;nuclear&lt;/b&gt;_accidents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am sorry, but that is about it. The Chernobyl was caused by human error, and so was the Three Mile Island, and Fukushima was caused by 'Act of God'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up the 1st and 2nd if you give a shit, and see the (read: &lt;b&gt;main&lt;/b&gt;) cause of the 'incident'. The 3rd is pretty darn obvious, but reading up on it won't do any harm (unless reading kills you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall close with a Graph, which I made some weeks ago, after someone called me. (Has nothing to do with this post. It's a random pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1135477417"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1135477418"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CfkARWlrKnE/TYwXqiH_z5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6UHeheRQ-ws/s1600/JAYOEG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CfkARWlrKnE/TYwXqiH_z5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6UHeheRQ-ws/s1600/JAYOEG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8004345203904601467?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8004345203904601467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8004345203904601467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8004345203904601467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8004345203904601467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/nothing-could-really-be-done.html' title='Nothing Could Really Be Done'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CfkARWlrKnE/TYwXqiH_z5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6UHeheRQ-ws/s72-c/JAYOEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3411102521557994048</id><published>2011-03-23T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:12:25.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>We Cannot Keep Doing This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My BM teacher used to tell me, to use the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ICH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; system. &lt;i&gt;Isi, contoh, huraian&lt;/i&gt;. But I think that in some (most) cases, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CIH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;contoh isi huraian&lt;/i&gt;) is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is an example&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; (not true punya example)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I am not fond of my father. He gives me no attention, and treats my siblings better. He was never there for me during my highs (like lets say, during my circumcision, duing my 'Hari Anugerah Cemerlang', and so on), and neither was he there during my lows (My relatively poor SPM results).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes back home late, and doesn't talk to me, or even invite me to have breakfast with him, but he does invite my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, he asks me out for dinner, and I go out with him, and we have a chat, and though it was only small talk, we connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of Example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, just because I 'dislike' my father, it doesn't mean I have to reject or outright hate him. So he has made some mistakes in his past, and&lt;i&gt; still &lt;/i&gt;makes mistakes, but when he invites me to dinner, I don't reject the opportunity, because what he is doing is not wrong by any means, (you can say, that it is 'right').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say, we have a corrupt government, which practices cronyism. People only give contracts to one of their own, and the Government uses corrupt tactics to overthrow the Oppostion&lt;b&gt;. Let's say je&lt;/b&gt;. But one day, the Government decides to hold programs to Educate children about Environmental Awareness. They start enforcing laws which reduce plastic bags consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Let's say, I am against this Corrupt Government. Do I object their plans to educate my&lt;b&gt; (imaginary)&lt;/b&gt; child? Or do I let them educate my child? Should I support such programs, when they are held by such an 'evil' Government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the Government is 'evil', it is 'corrupt', but just because they are 'fucked up', it doesn't mean they don't get anything right. It doesn't mean all their plans are sinister. It doesn't mean, that all their projects are those involved with cronyism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to see, and judge, right and wrong, and not just object to something, just because the person (or pihak) behind it is corrupt. So, a corrupt Government wants to educate children about Environmental Awareness. So what? What does this have to do with the corrupt government? (Almost) Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot simply blindfold ourselves, and say NO NO NO&lt;b&gt; just because&lt;/b&gt; they are corrupt. Corruption does not mean they are getting it&lt;b&gt; all &lt;/b&gt;wrong, it means they are getting&lt;b&gt; some parts&lt;/b&gt; wrong. They are corrupt, &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;. They are doing everything wrong?&lt;b&gt; No&lt;/b&gt;. They are doing&lt;b&gt; SOME&lt;/b&gt; things wrong?&lt;b&gt; Yes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(They are doing some things wrong ON PURPOSE in their own interests? YES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT, when they do something right, don't hold them back. Let them do what is right, and oppose to what is wrong. Stop closing both eyes to people (pihak) we are against. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, bapak ko jugak yang vote BN tu. nak bising bising apa lagi.&amp;nbsp; haha -jk. am not against or for bn or pkr or bebas. author's note - vote for me in 2028 for PM bros and hos. -also jk. will be in papua new guinea by then. living with orang aslis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3411102521557994048?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3411102521557994048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3411102521557994048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3411102521557994048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3411102521557994048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-cannot-keep-doing-this.html' title='We Cannot Keep Doing This'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-553941608739387499</id><published>2011-03-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:47:31.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUCLEAR POWER IN MALAYSIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Kontinuasi - Nukies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Let's say a Pendidikan Jasmani teacher comes into a Gas Powered power plant at Kerteh, Terengganu (Gas is main source of Power of Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Weh apa nih! Tak selamat nih! Kalau ada orang hisap rokok kat sini, pun da meletup satu kilang nih!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which may be true, God knows. So then, the floor manager approaches him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"excuse me encik, what are you doing here?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"saya mahu tumpang kencing, tapi terlintas nak menyuarakan pendapat saya. Tak selamat nih! Malaysia tiada orang yang layak memegang teknologi ini! Sedangkan stadium di Terengganu runtuh, atap Parlimen bocor, apatah lagi kilang Gas yang bikin tenaga ni! Tak selamat ni!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; says the PJ teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor manager continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"encik ni, ada degree applied sciences ke?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "tak, saya ada diploma in education. tapi, sains di sekolah menengah ada lah belajar"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"encik ni, ada pernah baca tentang protokol keselamatan, dan syarat-syarat membina kilang penjana kuasa seperti kilang ini tak?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"pun tidak, saya ada diploma, ada lah belajar pasal journalism sket dulu-dulu, zaman muda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"jadi, kiranya, encik ni, main hentam jelah?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"lebih kurang la"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, this is how I see Malaysia works. A bunch of people, who have nothing to do with power, or the science of power, or who did no research, making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question - Who writes all these articles about 'Nuclear Plants are Unsafe" in Malaysia? - my answer, journalists, columnists, Politiker. And do they have a degree in Science, or learn science, or read up on science on an-almost day to day basis? No, they are journalists. People, who exploit small issues, to make them bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question - Who makes all this noise about the 'Unsafeness' of these power sources? The same people, Politiker, journalists. do they have knowledge about what they are talking about? Yes. But is it enough knowledge to say NO! NO! - I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hordes of people in such "Movement Groups" making all this noise. But are they people who have a say? Yes. SHOULD they have a say, when they are uninformed? (uninformed= ignorant), For me, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; (almost)&lt;/span&gt; nothing, if you are  a person, who has insufficient knowledge to form an opinion on something - then don't. I am not saying I have sufficient knowledge, but I am saying that, we shouldn't have this freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of forming opinions, (especially) or publishing articles in the newspapers, which misinform the public. Which scare the public into thinking, that something which is safe, - isn't safe. All power plants can explode if hit by a tsunami. All have devastating effects after they explode, not only nuclear power plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of reading the NST and the Star and Malaysian Insider, only to read the same stuff - articles written by journalists, forming opinions, based on other opinions. I feel that opinions should be formed around facts, not other opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all too late - we are in a large cycle /circle, where, one says, "INI TAK SELAMAT" because, the other guy said "INI TAK SELAMAT". But who said it wasn't 'SELAMAT' in the first place? Ntah. sapa ntah basdabsudibhafbinhebnfwhodfnhwoenodfhnldhassbfsldbahfbedfvblbvlebvyhlbdhagdkagdahdsiasd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-553941608739387499?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/553941608739387499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=553941608739387499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/553941608739387499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/553941608739387499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/kontinuasi-nukies.html' title='Kontinuasi - Nukies'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1639399759383527967</id><published>2011-03-21T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:21:03.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUCLEAR POWER IN MALAYSIA'/><title type='text'>All talk no think makes an art stream student.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The title, I apologize in advance, because it is not true, but only partially true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since this ' reactor explosion in Japan ' commotion, people have been talking radiation. Radiation this, radiation that, but let's check the facts now. Because I for one, like facts. Scienceish facts, ones which can be debated, but, at the end of the day,&amp;nbsp; you can look at the numbers, and see, that, the science says otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share a page which I like, but day by day, is deteriorating in terms of discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/NoMegaTower"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/NoMegaTower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the URL name is NoMegaTower, ie, no 5 Billion Ringgit Mega Tower, which I agree to, but, what about the profile picture? No radiation in our backyard? Radiation in our backyard? NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we can't run from radiation. We can, but, we won't get far, seeing that it comes from practically everything. And interestingly enough, radiation sources are often misunderstood. So let's jot down some facts which we will learn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me atm, I have the Edexcel Physics for A2, written&amp;nbsp; by Tim Akrill and Graham George, published by Hodder Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, let's start with background radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;50% radon gas from the ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13% gamma rays from the ground and buildings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14% medical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1% industrial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10% food and drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12% cosmic rays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In case you don't understand how numbers work, then don't fret, I will generate a pie chart for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-67JUcIRI85E/TYcYBHJWLlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K-VUc25Mcy4/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-67JUcIRI85E/TYcYBHJWLlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K-VUc25Mcy4/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, let me do the math in case you haven't, 85% of background radiation comes from natural sources, and the rest, (15%) from artificial sources. Say what? That can't be right. According to these forums I join on such pages like the one I joined above, main sources are from Nuclear Power plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what? That can't be right, can it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let the numbers show the facts. Which basically means, that, yeah, radiation pretty much comes from everywhere. I'm afraid no one can 'tunaikan hajat ''no radiation in our backyard'' ' for the admin. Because it is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, want to take action about radiation, then you can. Ask contractors to check radon levels (in an area before constructing houses or wtv buildings) properly, because some regions are higher in radon than others. (areas with high radon levels should not be inhabited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But kepoci about a Nuclear Power plant?&amp;nbsp; Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang nama dia NUCLEAR sial. Nama &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;gempak&lt;/span&gt;, tapi jangan tertipu. Air tenang jangan disangka tiada buaya, tapi kalau dah sah-sah takde buaya dalam air tersebut, nak kecoh pasal buaya pasal apa kan? Kalau dah radiasi tu sedikit, terimalah. Yang sibuk bising-bising bantah membantah tu apa lagi. Aduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a semi series and will be continued in the next post((s)) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1639399759383527967?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1639399759383527967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1639399759383527967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1639399759383527967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1639399759383527967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-talk-no-think-makes-art-stream.html' title='All talk no think makes an art stream student.'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-67JUcIRI85E/TYcYBHJWLlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K-VUc25Mcy4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1806427428789887311</id><published>2011-03-20T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:17:24.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>BREAKING: Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;breaking = urgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semi-urgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about thinking. And the voice which we think in; if we think at all that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the sofa, and thinking, and thinking, then it hit me. Not literally, but the opposite of literally; figuratively hit me. In the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language do we think in? That to me, was not a question, because I knew the answer. But then it hit me again, whose voice is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, whose voice is this? Who is this person? This doesn't sound like my voice; I thought to myself. So I was thinking, more like wondering, whose voice do we think in, and what determines that voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, and I metathought, (meta = to do something; within something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was, scary. Whose voice was it, it was definitely not mine. My voice is sexier, lol, more charming, but this voice, it's different, unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I am writing this, and thinking about what to write, there's this voice, and I am smiling to myself, because, I can hear this voice, and yet, I don't know whose it is, and I am writing about it. I think I have a crush on this voice in my head lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Whose voice is this. If I meet God, the first thing I want to ask him is, whose voice it was/ is; if I can still remember this question that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write this, so people also hear voices in their heads, and from now on, I hope I am not alone, when I hear a voice in my head. I hope all of you, also hear voices in your head. Asking you to burn things and kill people, like the voice in my head does jk ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1806427428789887311?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1806427428789887311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1806427428789887311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1806427428789887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1806427428789887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/breaking-thinking.html' title='BREAKING: Thinking'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5140824354899653173</id><published>2011-03-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:17:20.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I don't usually get inspiration, but today I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, my blog is a Food blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAter I will post food pics etc food food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serius gle, am not main-main &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-5140824354899653173?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5140824354899653173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5140824354899653173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5140824354899653173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5140824354899653173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspirasi.html' title='Inspirasi'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7074817711450831293</id><published>2011-03-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:44:03.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I arrived too early, and to 'burn' time, I bought the newspapers. There are so many things which i dislike about the newspapers, from the too hard sudoku challenges, to the freaking size of the paper itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the paper designed for Godzilla or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who honestly needs a paper the size of Singapore anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is besides the point, the main point is, newspapers, don;t even discuss the news anymore. They do,&amp;nbsp; but come one, let's not bullshit ourselves. Who needs 3 pages of discussions about Anwar Ibrahim's DNA, on a single day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kedah's Barisan Nasional held a demo asking the man to hand over his DNA, big deal. I don't know, maybe it is a big deal. But imho (in my honest opinion), it isn't really important. There are actual events going on in the world, namely, the middle Eastern crises, like the Libyan, Bahrain, Egypt, Japan, Algeria, Tunisia, and the story of &lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2010/12/2010122363033349783.html"&gt;PFC Manning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in general, think they are right, most of the time. And I as of the moment, think I am right. But I could be wrong, all the little things in the news that we read, that could be more important. Lady Gaga's prayers could be more important than all the other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7074817711450831293?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7074817711450831293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7074817711450831293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7074817711450831293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7074817711450831293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/papers.html' title='Papers'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3574511132296430703</id><published>2011-03-14T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:58:15.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I pass by this lady, at the block where I'm supposed to sit for my exam. I always arrive early but am late cause I have to 'drop a package off'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I climb the stairs I see this lady, and I've seen her once before. It's easy to remember her face, because she looks like the PM's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she passed the office, I saw her smile at the people behind the office counter. There were people sitting down talking with each other, and as the glanced at these people, she smiled too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought to myself, what a friendly lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I uber-thought that, if only we had more people who would smile more, even though at strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I walked up the stairs, and she passed by me, and she smiled at me too. That was the moment, I knew this shit was f*d up. Because my eyes were really red last week, and, everybody gave me weird stares,&amp;nbsp; not smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, it kicked me in the groin, so to say. She was 'one of those people'. I've seen 'them' on TV, sure, in the newspaper, but not with my own eyes. People, who just can't stop smiling. Cause they pinned their faces, they had plastic surgery to 'make them look young(er)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by young, they look like old plastic women who can't stop smiling. Who'd rather look retarded 'cause they see themselves as pretty. It's one of those things which I will never understand, and refuse to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3574511132296430703?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3574511132296430703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3574511132296430703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3574511132296430703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3574511132296430703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-260927039363626427</id><published>2011-03-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:15:24.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come on la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Baru Je Nak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It is very hard not to mention names in this post, and  I don't want to, but the story doesn't make sense if I don't. so let's call this man, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr M lives in the hostel area, he is a 'warden', but not really a warden. We can call him a Penolong Kanan Hal Ehwal Murid. Mr M is a penolong Kanan HEM at my hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hostel is a breeding place for mosquitoes, and with mosquitoes, comes the&lt;i&gt; Aedes&lt;/i&gt; Mosquito. And with these Mosquitoes, comes &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dengue Fever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Living in a breeding hotspot of mosquitoes, Mr M contracted Denggi Fever. He had to go to the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the residents of the hostel, know that the hostel is a haven for mosquitoes. Yet, no 'fogging' has been done, for as long as I have lived in this hostel. Not once. But, a day after Mr M, an&lt;i&gt; 'important person'&lt;/i&gt; of the hostel system fell victim to Dengue Fever, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now allow me to write in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah genap setahun 'fogging' tidak dijalankan. Namun, satu hari selepas Mr M, orang &lt;i&gt;konon &lt;/i&gt;penting, menjadi mangsa Denggi, barulah, fogging di kawasan asrama ini. Ada peribahasa yang cukup kena dengan situasi ini, sudah terhantuk baru terngadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah masuk hospital menggigil-gigil, baru mahu fogging. Sudah lemah longlai tercunga[-cungap menarik nafas, barulah, nak ambil tindakan. Sudah berzikir-zikir takutkan malaikat maut datang, barulah teringat, ada nyamuk kat kawasan asrama. Takkanlah tak tahu kawasan ini tempat nyamuk bertendang? Kiri kanan ada nyamuk. Bangun pagi tengok kaki, tak sah kalau tak ada kesan gigitan. &lt;i&gt;Takkanlah, tak tahu ada nyamuk&lt;/i&gt;. Kenapa bila demam baru terhegeh-hegeh nak fogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I calmed down, I thought to myself, at least Mr M 'ambil iktibar'. At least fogging is done, rather that not done at all, kan? But no, turns out, fogging was done in specific areas only. Ie: the area he lives at. Ie^2, NOT MY AREA.&amp;nbsp; (The hostel is a big area, but not&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; big).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how we do it? Is that how we do things around here? Fogging sekitar rumah sendiri sahaja? Pelajar tak pentingkah? Jadi kamu kena Denggi, bagi orang lain rasa pulak? Macam mana tu, saya tak faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia ini HEM, bukannya sembarangan pegawai. Itu sebab saya marah. Apa guna saya buat aduan, aduan itu kata-kata pada kertas kuning, tiada orang baca aduan di pejabat itu. Tapi Mr M ni, boleh kata, petik jari, hah, fogging takde hal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ini cuma bising-bising di blog. Saya tak marah, ini cuma kisah, agar kami ambil iktibar. Kalau ada kuasa, gunakan. Kalau boleh mintak fogging, mintaklah, (di semua kawasan asrama). Kalau ada kuasa mahu paksa pelajar buat gotong-royong, gunakanlah kuasa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pula, dah anak mati kena Denggi, barulah menangis-nangis di kubur, menyesal tak buat gotong royong bersihkan longkang. Janganlah, roomate tersayang kena masuk Hospital Klang, cucuk sini cucuk sana, barulah sedar ini benda kecil. Benda kecil lah Mr M, come on lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah Cemara Akasia, come on la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-260927039363626427?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/260927039363626427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=260927039363626427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/260927039363626427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/260927039363626427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/03/baru-je-nak.html' title='Baru Je Nak...'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8747210151683024877</id><published>2011-02-26T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:12:23.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>My bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;referring to this post, which was about this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-this-guy.html"&gt;http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-this-guy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6d/Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg/225px-Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6d/Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg/225px-Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I assumed that you were politically literate. I thought everyone knew who this guy was, until my friend said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"eh, who is that guy you wrote about eh?, macam familiar la"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically oblivious 19 year olds, that's what the country is full of. And in 2 years, these politically oblivious 21 year olds will vote for the party which pays them more for a vote, because they think politics has nothing to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a political 'superpower' in Malaysia, and kids don't know him. So how do we expect them to know their MPs (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Member_of_Parliament"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Member_of_Parliament&lt;/a&gt;)? MPs are still famous, what about the less famous, perhaps the least famous of the lot during elections, the ADUNs &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/(http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahli_Dewan_Undangan_Negeri)"&gt;(http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahli_Dewan_Undangan_Negeri)&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my theory, though I have no qualifications whatsoever. But even a blind man can see this coming. Even the deaf can hear it coming. The country is politically doomed, because people are&amp;nbsp;politically&amp;nbsp;ignorant. Do you know who your ADUN is? Do you know who your MP is? No, 'sedangkan&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khairy_Jamaluddin"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Khairy_Jamaluddin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;pun tak kenal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying&lt;i&gt; 'oh, I'm better than you, I know who bla bla bla is'&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;, I am saying&lt;i&gt; 'we need to know who our MPs, ADUNs, PM, and Sultans are'. &lt;/i&gt;Go on, get googling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8747210151683024877?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8747210151683024877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8747210151683024877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8747210151683024877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8747210151683024877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-bad.html' title='My bad'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7619649060523248083</id><published>2011-02-24T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:24:37.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Cards to Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It works both ways, sort of like traffic. It being friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you promise someone you'd send them. Let me be the example (story not true, of course). Lets say I offer myself to send Johan Marzuki, lets just call him Johan. So I ask Johan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey Jo, aku dengar kau nak balik minggu ni. Nak aku hantar kau ke perhentian bas?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan berhenti mengunyah makanannya seketika, dan menjawab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh juga Lot, boleh juga." lalu mengukir senyuman, jelas Johan gembira kerana tidak perlu mengambil teksi, lagipun begnya sarat dengan buku matematik setebal Kamus Dewan. Belum lagi buku yang lain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas Johan bertolak pada pukul 9 malam, tetapi dia tidak suka lewat-lewat, kerana risau akan ketinggalan bas. &amp;nbsp;Dia pun bertanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lot, pukul 8.30 malam boleh? Aku mahu awal sedikit, risau tertinggal bas macam haritu, haiz, bazir tiket tu Lot! Kau ingat, kan?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tentu lah aku ingat Jo!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun gelak teringatkan si Johan yang sengal itu, leka membaca hingga akhirnya ketinggalan sebelum cuti pertengahan semester tahun lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu, tepat pada pukul 8.00 malam aku menghantar SMS ke Johan, takut-takut dia leka membaca. Dia pun membalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tak apalah Lot, aku tak mahu menyusahkan kau. Aku sudahpun berhampiran perhentian bas. Aku tak mahu kau susah-payah menghantar aku"&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aku yang sedang di Kolej ketika itu marah sedikit. Mengapa Johan tidak memberitahu aku awal-awal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika aku tahu dia sudah berada di Kolej, boleh aku pulang ke rumah menjamu selera bersama ibuku. Boleh ku manjakan kucingku yang bunting itu. Boleh ku membasuh baju awal sedikit, boleh ku buat macam-macam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan merasakan bahawa perbuatannya itu menyenangkan aku, padahal ia sebaliknya. Dia menyusahkan aku, dia memungkiri janji. Biarpun niatnya baik. Persahabatan itu sesuatu yang dua-hala. Tak apa, itu perkara lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga hari selepas Johan pulang kampung, dia menelefonku, dan berkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "hai Lot., aku di perhentian bas ni, boleh kau datang ambil?, cepat sikit eh, tengah panas ni"&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;haiz, ini yang bikin panas. Bila dia mahu ku ambil, dia mahu aku ambil. Bila aku mahu hantar, dia sesuka hati membatalkan perjanjian itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila susah, minta tolong. Bila orang mahu tolong, susahkan orang lain tolak suka-suka hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara kesimpulan, janji itu dua hala. Jangan suka-suka batalkan janji, meskipun niat mahu meringankan 'tugas' seseorang. Jika sudah susahkan orang, malu-malu minta tolong. Jangan jadi seperti Johan, yang fikirkan aku ini pemandu peribadi beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-7619649060523248083?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7619649060523248083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7619649060523248083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7619649060523248083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7619649060523248083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/cards-to-chest.html' title='Cards to Chest'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-572538069329777329</id><published>2011-02-21T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T02:51:22.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey hey calm down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>2 and 2 Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I heard this radio ad on, radio; obviously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was this deejay, spreading the Malaysian Propaganda. (imo only propaganda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not have good memory, but it went more or less like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"I can speak many languages because I am Malaysian. Saya boleh cakap Bahasa Malaysia, I can talk English, chinese chinese, hokkien hokkien"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"Did you know most Malaysians can speak more than one language? That is what he have in common, 1Malaysia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I agree with him on a certain level, but I disagree on a greater level. For me, my classmate speaking Chinese, and me not speaking Chinese, it's not a similarity. It's not something we have in common.&lt;b&gt; It's a difference.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the DJ did not write what he said, he might have not even meant what he said, so let me write it down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I speaking Malay(sian) and my classmates speaking Mandarin, for me, is not a similarity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In class, I need a translator when I want to understand a conversation, yeah, I feel like I'm in some Global Warming Conference in Vienna held in Dutch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel, like it's something that we have in common. In practice, it also doesn't feel like it's a similarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarities, are like bridges, which we can cross to understand each other better, but this, a language barrier, is, well, a barrier, a brick wall 10 feet high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we need such ads on radio, which lie clearly? It's not a similarity, I am, if you cannot tell yet, actually quite pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it starts with lies on the radio. Then lies in the newspaper. Then lies in the news. Then lies in speeches. Then lies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then lies on the internet. Then lies here, lies there, lies under there. Lies under &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. (Made you think 'underwear'/'underwhere').&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am not pointing fingers to anyone here, hey hey, let's calm down. I am just saying, when he does something I do not, it is a difference, and &lt;i&gt;unity, is not formed by seeking a similarity, but accepting differences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (you can quote this and put it in your Facebook, I guarantee at least 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;likes, if not I'll bank in the money ((RM0.50)) into your account, unless you don't have friends, which would be unfair on my behalf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;An eye for an eye makes the world blind - CoD quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7932519605992217574-572538069329777329?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/572538069329777329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=572538069329777329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/572538069329777329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/572538069329777329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-and-2-together.html' title='2 and 2 Together'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6137725509935267595</id><published>2011-02-18T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:08:59.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Plikasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Implying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do it more than we think we do, if we do think of it (?) at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But implying, and the concept of implying, isn't clear, especially to the Malaysians. You see, we imply things, like it or not. We cannot choose not to imply something, it is an involuntary act (sometimes, most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I have a &amp;nbsp;conversation (mostly arguments) &amp;nbsp;with annoying and daft people, wait, an example, first, for those who don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heshe - green - "weh, ada nak dekat sedozen warna dalam pelangi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - piss green - "ada 7 je kot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aku tak cakap pun takde 7, aku ckp ada nak dekat sedozen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, people such as normal people, can;t help but put 2 and 2 together (amirite?). Heshe said 'nak dekat sedozen, and that would be around 12, 11, 10, 9, 13, 14, 15, relatively (since the actual answer was 7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heshe, uses, double negation. (lol). I'm trying to write this correctly, it is hard. He did NOT say, that it did NOT have, 7 colours? Yes, Heshe uses Jedi mindtricks lol. No no, it's annoying, it's misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use this double negation, you are never wrong, but neither are you right. It's, weird. But when you experience it, you experience it. It's what we call, 'Loyar Buruk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying. I can't write it enough. It's people who say&lt;br /&gt;"aku tak makan langsung pun minggu ni", padahal they just ate yesterday, and you saw them, then they say "aku tak cakap pun aku tak makan semalam, aku cakap minggu ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see? you understand? this is they. they who annoy me. and they are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6137725509935267595?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6137725509935267595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6137725509935267595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6137725509935267595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6137725509935267595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/plikasi.html' title='Plikasi'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3299213135310155680</id><published>2011-02-15T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:12:13.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sheeple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Reading the papers"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum and dad used to bug me about reading the papers, usually real (news)papers, and not the online newspapers. There is a difference between the two, seeing that online papers are usually brief, and lack detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is not the only issue, there are more which I won't bother stating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is an article, which some parts I shall highlight, because I question the 'truthness' of the article. Most news nowadays is not really news, imo. It is utter bullshit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source - star online, as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title" style="color: black; font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 35px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Iran opposition protests, agency reports shooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;TEHRAN (Reuters) - Thousands of Iranian opposition activists rallied in support of popular uprisings in Egypt and Tunisia on Monday and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;semi-official news agency&lt;/span&gt; said one person was shot dead and several wounded by protesters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;An &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;opposition website&lt;/span&gt; said dozens were arrested while taking part in the banned protests, which amounted to a test of strength for the reformist opposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In late evening, chants of "allahu akbar" (God is Greatest) echoed from Tehran rooftops in scenes reminiscent of 2009 protests against the disputed reelection of President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Eight people were killed in those mass street protests which lasted about a month and resulted in many arrests and several executions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;A witness&lt;/span&gt; said security forces fired teargas to scatter thousands of people marching toward a Tehran square on Monday. There were also clashes between police and demonstrators, and dozens of arrests, in the city of Isfahan, another witness told Reuters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;The semi-official Fars news agency&lt;/span&gt; cited violence on the part of protesters in a report that could herald a hard line by security forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"One person was shot dead and several were wounded by seditionists (opposition supporters) who staged a rally in Tehran," Fars said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;without giving further details&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Death to the dictator," some of the Tehran protesters chanted during the protests, which continued in places into the evening. Other demonstrators marched in silence. Some chants drew comparisons between the Iranian leadership and the autocrats deposed in recent weeks in Tunis and Cairo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amnesty International condemned the authorities' reaction: "Iranians have a right to gather to peacefully express their support for the people of Egypt and Tunisia," it said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Iranian Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has called the uprisings in Egypt and Tunisia against secular, Western-allied rulers an "Islamic awakening", akin to the 1979 revolution that overthrew the U.S.-backed shah in Iran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But the opposition see events in Tunisia and Egypt as being like their own protests after the June 2009 election which&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; they say &lt;/span&gt;was rigged in favour of President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have not pasted the whole article because it is long, but here is the link -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/15/worldupdates/2011-02-15T024456Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-548885-3&amp;amp;sec=Worldupdates"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/15/worldupdates/2011-02-15T024456Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-548885-3&amp;amp;sec=Worldupdates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, 'Unofficial News Agency', doesn't really have a nice ring to it. And 'a witness' here usually means 'Twitter' fyi. 'They say was rigged'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like this article, because of its sources. They are questionable. My favourite part however was 'WITHOUT GIVING FURTHER DETAILS', what news agency hides details, perhaps the selling point of news itself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, this article is fishy.Not like one fish or two fish, but a school of fish. It is 'lain macam', a lot like those 'articles' you (not we, not me) read in your favourite 'newspaper' Metro, the 'paling laris punya' 'newspaper'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe everything you read, because most of the things you read, are written by people like yourself, in short, they write bullshit, you read bullshit. It's an ongoing cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3299213135310155680?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3299213135310155680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3299213135310155680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3299213135310155680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3299213135310155680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/sheeple.html' title='Sheeple'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4565792622914574821</id><published>2011-02-14T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:41:00.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Semi-Comic: Everytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS IS HOW I THINK WHAT GOES ON WHEN I ASK FOR AN APPOINTMENT CARD AT SJMC - strong LANGUAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtXujBGBe98/TVf8Xrr9l6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/TQP6AxDGuSw/s1600/doc7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtXujBGBe98/TVf8Xrr9l6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/TQP6AxDGuSw/s320/doc7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xoj-e8r1drQ/TVf8rkTJpTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8V7NVqoao6U/s1600/doc8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xoj-e8r1drQ/TVf8rkTJpTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8V7NVqoao6U/s400/doc8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4565792622914574821?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4565792622914574821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4565792622914574821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4565792622914574821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4565792622914574821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/semi-comic-everytime.html' title='Semi-Comic: Everytime'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-la5nsCKqFGQ/TVf7xrcXpII/AAAAAAAAAWA/IyROulgO-A8/s72-c/doc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3561682273886568149</id><published>2011-02-13T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:28:40.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have not been writing lately, and I shall not leave the reason not to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is that I have nothing to write about. I want to write about people who annoy me, but sadly, people have started to read this stupid blog. And thus, even though when I am not writing about a specific person, people will 'terasa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not a person who has 'hati kering', and just 'buat dek' (ignore complaints etc). So I shall not write. It is the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have something nice to say which is that I would like to apologise to those who have 'terasa' all this while. I was not writing about you, or your friend, or anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fiction, something made up to make this site seem more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I like writing and have a lot to say (write), but I shan't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3561682273886568149?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3561682273886568149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3561682273886568149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3561682273886568149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3561682273886568149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-writing.html' title='Not Writing'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6956123212115485839</id><published>2011-02-12T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:51:38.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomX100'/><title type='text'>Bad Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Everyone goes through a bad patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time it's not me. I'm not the type of person to immediately run to my keyboard or handphone to 'kepoci' about some shit which just happened the other day. I let it 'dry', 'die out' then write about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic: Privacy. We need it. It's important. I heard some dude present some public speaking thingy thing this week. But before him, there was this girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually people do public speaking thingy thing about stupid things. And this girl was no exception. She talked about the pink panadols. Are you familiar with pink panadols? Well. let me tell you if you don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, are the normal Panadols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3863054895_4c07d1684c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3863054895_4c07d1684c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Those little girls poiting to the panadols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 'mesntrual @ pink' panadols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mims.com.ph/PIC/Malaysia/Panadol%20Menstrual%20caplet_49737.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="87" src="http://www.mims.com.ph/PIC/Malaysia/Panadol%20Menstrual%20caplet_49737.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah. I saved this as a draft and forgot what to write. Well these pink panadols, menurut budak AUSMAT public speaking reduces' fertility' @ probability of having children. So don't take them if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the guy who spoke after her, talked about PRIVACY. And Identity Theft. He talked about something relevant, for the first time. All this while girls were talking about menstruation, all this time the jocks were talking about sports, but these people never touched this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About people using your name, profile picture etc, acting like you, pretending to be you. It happens, Not often in Malaysia, but it will happen to people like you. And just because they're your friends doesn't mean they won't steal; they do. Eg: Music they Download illegally. See? Everyone breaks the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide Information. Even from 'Friends', from 'Relatives'; Everyone steals. Especially you, piracy supporting pirates.&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/7932519605992217574-6956123212115485839?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6956123212115485839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6956123212115485839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6956123212115485839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6956123212115485839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/bad-patch.html' title='Bad Patch'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3863054895_4c07d1684c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3987882346131369557</id><published>2011-02-08T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:58:53.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>asd asd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/EOdEa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.imgur.com/EOdEa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for these personal articles.So I want to share something I read yesterday. It was very eye-catching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the original link:&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/7/nation/8015371&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/7/nation/8015371&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/7/nation/8015371&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I credit the star (online) for the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 29px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 35px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Don't try Egypt style power grab in Malaysia, says Najib -7/2&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 id="story_byline" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="story_content" style="border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div id="google_ads_div_News_Story_toptext"&gt;&lt;ins style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-table; height: 60px; position: relative; width: 468px;"&gt;&lt;ins style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; height: 60px; position: relative; width: 468px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="60" id="google_ads_iframe_News_Story_toptext" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" name="google_ads_iframe_News_Story_toptext" scrolling="no" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; left: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px;" width="468"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;MIRI: Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak has warned against any attempt to usurp power in Malaysia, using demonstrations like those in Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“Don’t think that what is happening there must also happen in Malaysia. We will not allow it to happen here,” he said at the national-level Chinese New Year open house in Miri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Egypt has seen 13 days of protests for the ouster of President Hosni Mubarak and the embattled regime failed to clinch what would have been a landmark deal with the opposition groups yesterday. The parties, including the Muslim Brotherhood, rejected as insufficient an offer to include them in the political reform plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;They have instead renewed their campaigns to unseat the country’s strongman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Meanwhile, the Malaysian agent for medical studies in Egypt, MedicMesir, is discussing with a local university to allow about 1,000 students to take their written examinations here so that they will not lose a year of studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;In fact, 17 students from Kedah have decided to stay put in Egypt as they did not want to jeopardise their studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The evacuation of Malaysians from Egypt to Jeddah is expected to end by noon today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a problem with the article. Not a problem as in 'aku nak cari gaduh' problem, it is a problem in understanding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't usually listen to our PM since usually PMs are just symbols that state the obvious, such as in today's news, the PM said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/2/2/nation/7922878&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;he sympathizes with the plight of victims in Johor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(link), which is, quite obvious. Is there a PM which says &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hah padan muka kau Johor, banjir!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no, all of them go &lt;i&gt;"saya merasa kepahitan dan kesusah rakyat di Johor, dan mengasihani rakyat negeri tersebut dan mereka yang terlibat"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But this article (the pasted one), is not so obvious. I mean, no PM or President goes "weh, jangan riot if I pijak the kepala of the rakyat", because, it is an involuntary act. Do you think Hosni wanted 'his' 'rakyat' to mengamuk gila babeng? No. Do you think he allows his rakyat to mengamuk? No.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, are the rakyat mengamuking? Yes. Because it's not a choice. When it happens, it happens. You know? It's like farting in the middle of your sleep, when it happens, it happens. No one actually&lt;i&gt; WANTS&lt;/i&gt; to fart in their sleep, it's involuntary, but above all, it's bound to happen (esp in Jordan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3987882346131369557?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3987882346131369557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3987882346131369557&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3987882346131369557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3987882346131369557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/asd-asd.html' title='asd asd'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-2589495879329655909</id><published>2011-02-06T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:30:52.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Stolen Loot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post contains material stolen from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://virtualfunzone.com/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010.html#89898"&gt;http://virtualfunzone.com/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010.html#89898&lt;/a&gt;, credit to them not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201025.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a pic of a dude about to activate his light cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201043.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one needn't be described.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"telur kejang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201046.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did anyone else look to her crotch to see whether she had testicles? Because she has a body similar to that of a man? Nope, me neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://www.virtualfunzone.com/slike/place/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-2010/top-sports-moments-in-pictures-of-201060.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A message from our&amp;nbsp;telekinesis Champion of South Africa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'day&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/7932519605992217574-2589495879329655909?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/2589495879329655909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=2589495879329655909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2589495879329655909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/2589495879329655909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/stolen-loot.html' title='Stolen Loot'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4431082976143135073</id><published>2011-02-05T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:32:05.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>What Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What happened to privacy, why share every single thing that happens in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you have the urge to share every emotion on Facebook, guy friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would understand if you are a female, because females post stupid shit all the time. Females have no sense of privacy, they want to share everything with the public. Females are weird, and konon wear tudung at college, but add them on Facebook, and hey presto, gamba nampak tetek.Gamba free hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women are weird creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you are a man. Who plays rugby konon. Who uses I phone la apa phone lah konon. Man up man. Stop sharing shit. Posting pictures which you take by yourself man. Don't you have photos which other people take of you or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aduh, I swear I'm not jealous, but someone has to write it down. To tell people like you to stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To End this 'not about you' post, I will post a diagram which i stole off my friend's album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TU0YF1em-8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/g5ZHZSfPPOw/s1600/asasasassas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TU0YF1em-8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/g5ZHZSfPPOw/s1600/asasasassas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diagram 1.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is a link which you may like, or hate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=27627732331"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=27627732331&lt;/a&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/7932519605992217574-4431082976143135073?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4431082976143135073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4431082976143135073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4431082976143135073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4431082976143135073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-happened.html' title='What Happened'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TU0YF1em-8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/g5ZHZSfPPOw/s72-c/asasasassas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7718944796155048263</id><published>2011-02-04T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:36:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/TUuBT3yJcWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Hmbhgoa1ZDY/s1600/thun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1) I thought it happened only in the movies, when someone was really frustrated, that they hit themselves (usually in the head). Well it happened to me, and I'm not telling you why, but please visit this link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/827/"&gt;http://xkcd.com/827/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember to leave your mouse to hover the picture, then there's some more text to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who didn't read the comic, basically, this (random) dude says to another dude, that someone has used his idea to make millions. So since he 'thought of the idea first', he contacts the person who 'executed the idea' to claim his share, because you know, it was his idea in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 )In real life, when you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"dude, I was just about to write this" or "you just said what I was about to say"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) people (i don't know about people for certain, but I) do not, believe you (at all, not one bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I feel as though you're just there to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;steal my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever read a book, (I doubt people still read books though), and then write to the author ( I also doubt you people have the will power to contact or find the authors that you love), to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hey, Encik Ramlee, ingat tak novel yang encik tulis berjudul Tombiruo tu? Saya dah terlintas dah idea tu sebenarnya"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - example&lt;br /&gt;- I doubt, and I think many people agree with me, that Encik Ramlee Awang Murshid will believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In short, please do not say to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"you just said what I was going to say!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you just wrote what I was going to write!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, which I hope has educated you, I have drawn a diagram of you people, stealing my thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_334030134"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_334030135"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/TUuBT3yJcWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Hmbhgoa1ZDY/s320/thun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569687542565532002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;note: don't do it again.&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/7932519605992217574-7718944796155048263?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7718944796155048263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7718944796155048263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7718944796155048263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7718944796155048263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-again_04.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>lot yusoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002598559909657530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/SU3Q4m-WBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/NCf6H6YV0Mk/S220/IMAG0241.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/TUuBT3yJcWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Hmbhgoa1ZDY/s72-c/thun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3437714752601909462</id><published>2011-02-03T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:35:29.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Semi Comic: Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUoUUPUApoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cB0p6R-WY4w/s1600/kat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUoUUPUApoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cB0p6R-WY4w/s1600/kat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3437714752601909462?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3437714752601909462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3437714752601909462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3437714752601909462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3437714752601909462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/semi-comic-happy-cny.html' title='Semi Comic: Happy CNY'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUoUUPUApoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cB0p6R-WY4w/s72-c/kat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4715449322834808009</id><published>2011-02-01T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:00:20.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stop IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Quit posting shit about Egypt, most of it is made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no denying the fact that Egypt is in turmoil, but I am insisting that most of the sources are not&amp;nbsp;legitimate. Most stories are made up by stupid kids with too much time on their hands, and those who are looking for attention and 'likes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most kids are posting shit about Egypt cause they want the 'likes', trust me. Though most of you may not seem to care about 'like' and 'comment', some people are posting statuses just to get 'them'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quit it, if you can confirm your source, then okay, but if you are gonna post some stupid link linking to some stupid blog, written by some malay idiots looking to promote their google ads and other shit, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do check your sources, and by checking, I mean, make sure it isn't some stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUfYfd0uqwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YDvUFRlSTd4/s1600/lies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUfYfd0uqwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YDvUFRlSTd4/s1600/lies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go to your home page, of your social network shit site. Press CTRL + F, type Mesir or Egypt, see that? 9 Times 'Mesir' was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, they all lead to the same blog, and guess what, the blog is some stupid blog written by some stupid kids without proper sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Malaysians getting raped in Egypt, I think the story got mixed up, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person A &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;- Hey, did you hear about the student who got raped overseas? I don't remember in which country though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person B -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;wait, isn't some thing going on in Egypt?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person A -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; yeah, has got to be Egypt then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that't how I think it went down, when in reality, the kid got 'raped' in London - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CB4QqQIwAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.straitstimes.com%2FBreakingNews%2FSEAsia%2FStory%2FSTIStory_630281.html&amp;amp;ei=KNlHTeuUDoqrrAf9o_DiBA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEFOyYpNoRJMvjO0ak6lqqLp4E95Q"&gt;source here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Kids get their sources mixed up all the time. And if someone really got raped, I'm sorry, but this is just what I think is going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;People posting made up shit to gain attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4715449322834808009?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4715449322834808009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4715449322834808009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4715449322834808009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4715449322834808009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-it.html' title='Stop IT'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUfYfd0uqwI/AAAAAAAAAVw/YDvUFRlSTd4/s72-c/lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-154626915734749477</id><published>2011-01-31T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T05:16:30.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Not this guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There are guys. Then, there are&lt;i&gt; the guys&lt;/i&gt;. You know what I'm talking about. Yes,&lt;i&gt; the guys&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who go to the gym petang-petang. The ones who can play every sport effortlessly. The ones who can speak in front of large crowds without stuttering, and tell other people off. You know, those&lt;i&gt; guys&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not one of those guys. And I am glad. And my friends aren't those guys either, because during my relatively short life, I have learned a thing or two, and know who I want to be. And who I *&lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt;* want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who I don't want to be, is the alpha male. The jock. The Macho dude. The guy with the I-Phone 4 with polo shirts who plays futsal every other evening when he's not with his girlfriend, or out with his family or really kamcing sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause IMO (in my opinion), the alpha male is this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6d/Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg/225px-Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6d/Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg/225px-Yang_Berhormat_Khairy_Jamaluddin_Abu_Bakar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? Do you know this guy? He's an Alpha male, he's good looking, smart, has an athletic-build. You name it, he's got it. Do you know where he studied? You betcha, Oxford. Not UiTM like me, like us, not a crappy college like HELP or whatever, but Oxford and UCL (not UEFA Champions league though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is the guy. When you do something wrong, and he'd shout at you. And he'd tell you off, and he walks the walk, and talks the talk. But I'm neither. I'm typing the type, and I'm redding my eyes. See? Not same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who write bad stuff and nasty comments saying I'm bachul or whatever, you're right, I am. I don't want to be this guy. Anti-bacul, alpha male dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert pic of normal dude not famous not known to people in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-154626915734749477?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/154626915734749477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=154626915734749477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/154626915734749477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/154626915734749477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-this-guy.html' title='Not this guy'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4396911960124642912</id><published>2011-01-30T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:12:58.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>Datang tak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;(semi fictional story people can relate to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The classroom is bright and the walls are painted light green, there is a teacher at the front of the class.&lt;b&gt; SHE&lt;/b&gt; (keyword is SHE to imply the SEX @ GENDER) has a Maths book on the table in front of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Please open page 228, chapter 11. There are some interesting questions on this page and the next. If you have the time and motivation, please look through and complete these exercises"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ends the class, and we leave for the semester break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lip Lap Lip Lap (blink blink blink blink - time passes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Maths class again, and the teacher says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"can I see your exercise book, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take it out, and sure enough, I didn't do the exercise on page 228 as I was asked to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"Why didn't you do the exercise? I told you to do it, kan? Saya dah bagi masa, kan? Saya suruh buat, kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tapi cikgu cakap kalau taknak buat pun tak-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(I was going to say takpe, in case you couldn't guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"apa alasan lagi ni, .. hah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She goes to her table, and closes her books, and slings her handbag over her shoulder, and makes the way to the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;"kamu ni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (she refers to the whole class as a whole, because she's one of those people who believe in the peribahasa 'setitik nila merosakkan sebelanga susu thingy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt; langsung tak ada kesedaran. bila nak berjaya macam ini? saya tahu kamu pandai, tapi, jangan kurang ajar lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", and she storms out, to the teacher's lounge, just like 'they' all do, on a weekly basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the hell do teachers, and women, do this? Why not just tell us, to do the work? Why give an option of not doing it, when we actually have to do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you get it or not. So there's this girl, she says &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;"hey, come yo my birthday party if you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and so you don't go, but instead, play games at home instead, and lip lap lip lap, 2 years later, she's still bringing it up. She's still saying the same old shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do women. Give us the option between doing something and not, and, in the end, acting as though there wasn't an option in the first place? And, don't act like you don't do it, all women do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4396911960124642912?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4396911960124642912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4396911960124642912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4396911960124642912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4396911960124642912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/datang-tak.html' title='Datang tak?'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-6035503340420509004</id><published>2011-01-29T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:59:50.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Grammar Nasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So I was thinking, what to post. Because, maybe, I haven't posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, what's the point of having followers if I don't post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;"why not go to the 'place' on Earth, where stupid people congregate, and write stupid things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sure enough, I logged in, and found this gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUNz7NCBJrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5c-knLeDWMs/s1600/asdasdasd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUNz7NCBJrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5c-knLeDWMs/s1600/asdasdasd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the hardest thing about 'tegur' other people punya grammar, is spelling grammatically. It may seem easy and annoying, but it's harder than it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAMMATICALLY - word of the day, now go to your stupid friends on&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;and find stupid people with stupid grammar mistakes, and 'tegur' them, but remember to spell grammatically properly this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-6035503340420509004?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/6035503340420509004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=6035503340420509004&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6035503340420509004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/6035503340420509004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/grammar-nasi_29.html' title='Grammar Nasi'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TUNz7NCBJrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5c-knLeDWMs/s72-c/asdasdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-985986510215775828</id><published>2011-01-28T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:22:15.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Black Sheets and</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it was late right, and the toilet isn't working, so I run to the neighbour's toilet, I let myself in, and let myself 'go'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sitting there,and doing my thing, getting my vibes, and then someone asks me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you taking a number 2 or number 1?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I dont usually talk when I am 'dealing', or when 'in transaction', but since it seemed important, i still said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"number 2, pahal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was seconds of silence&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;some seconds later he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"weh, taik ko bau taik la sial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which may seem stupid when read, but is much stupider when heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you see, 'shit's' property, is that, it, smells, like. shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-985986510215775828?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/985986510215775828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=985986510215775828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/985986510215775828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/985986510215775828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/black-sheets-and.html' title='Black Sheets and'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-7381051143069636502</id><published>2011-01-27T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:29:48.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Clinical Finishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So there's this kid, with his mum, in the Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this kid speaks really good English, much better than his mum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little boy then says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh okay ma. I have a joke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then his mum says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what is it, come on..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh okay... what is the difference between... your train... eh..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he takes a pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what is the ... difference... between... your train... eh "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is confused by his joke... (the reason there are more dots is because he reads it slower, because he's trying to understand his own joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" okay okay... what is the difference... between.. your teacher... and a train!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realizing he just read his joke correctly, and did not repeat his mistake... he smiles... and looks at his mum... waiting for an answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"uhm... dono lah.. what.?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh okay... okay ah? okay ah? .. a teacher... says 'spit out your chewing gum!' and a train says 'chew chew!!' (choo choo)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he smiles and his mum pats his head.. I wanted to laugh but then I would kantoi eaves droppiing plak... anyways the boy has never been on the KTM obviously ... because the KTM makes a BBBBBBHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BHHHHHHHOOOOOooooooo &amp;nbsp;(futuristic electric charging and current flowing sound) instead of 'chew chew' but props to the little kid&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/7932519605992217574-7381051143069636502?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/7381051143069636502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=7381051143069636502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7381051143069636502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/7381051143069636502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/clinical-finishing.html' title='Clinical Finishing'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-5561684336509793600</id><published>2011-01-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:31:31.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>Comic: PIGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;click the pic to enlarge the pic, it take a long time to load, bear/bare with 2.bp.blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TT7CiMMgBqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RcPAJOMWYFY/s1600/kench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TT7CiMMgBqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RcPAJOMWYFY/s200/kench.jpg" width="101" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-5561684336509793600?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/5561684336509793600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=5561684336509793600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5561684336509793600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/5561684336509793600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/comic-pigs.html' title='Comic: PIGS'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TT7CiMMgBqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RcPAJOMWYFY/s72-c/kench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3102657884861537684</id><published>2011-01-25T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:33:55.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Dewd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There's this dude, and he sleeps with his handphone by his side. Every night he smses this person of the opposite sex, &amp;nbsp;(or at least i think the other person is of the opposite sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we want to touch his handphone he wont let us, cause he thinks we are gonna read his messages, which we won't&lt;br /&gt;When he picks up his phone his voice changes drastically. When he makes a call he starts to fret around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, I write on his wall. One day, i say to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kau ni message awek je memanjang"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he goes crazy. he marah-marah me. he shouts. he asks me to take what i said back. seolah-olah i kutuk his mum pulak dah. seolah-olah i called him a murderer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's my sincere apology. Sorry for assuming that that person was your girlfriend. because, you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) SMSING HER NON STOP EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NOT LETTING ANYTHING GETTING IN BETWEEN YOU BOTH&lt;br /&gt;ii) YOU HIDE YOUR SMSes FROM US AS THOUGH YOU HAVE SMS -sex&lt;br /&gt;iii) basically, you act suspicious, and we can sort of see, that you treat her different. (in a jiwang way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is it my fault, that i assumed, she was your girlfriend, because you, sms each other, ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY. &amp;nbsp;and you wall is filled by HER posts ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, im supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oh, dia ni takde pape, just really REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS" &amp;nbsp;??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i assume. based on my observation. you deny all the things that i say, but i say, f* u. you sms him or her, you call him or her, almost every day, you wall post him or her, everyday, and i call you his girlfriend, and tiba-tiba, i am the bad guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ADD 2 and 2, and get 4, and you say, that i made maths up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. frust2. happens to everyone. emo post. dont like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3102657884861537684?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3102657884861537684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3102657884861537684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3102657884861537684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3102657884861537684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/dewd.html' title='Dewd'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8247581975840383188</id><published>2011-01-24T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:12:01.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kau bodoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>SAVE THE TREES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS IS A LONG POST. READ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BOLD TEXT ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IF YOU HAVE A SHORT ATTENTION SPAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often&amp;nbsp;misinterpreted&amp;nbsp;by what I write because of the stance I take. Well let me make my stance on this issue clear first, money is made out of paper, but most of it isn't. I don't know whether Ringgit Malaysia is made out of paper or not, but seeing that it does not get destroyed when I leave them in my pants, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;my guess is that the Ringgit is also made from Cotton mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the main article which has ungkit my amarah; pasted from the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2011/1/23/nation/7855662&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;(link here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 29px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 35px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The Lees will use old banknotes for ang pows to save trees&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 id="story_byline" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;By ISABELLE LAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:isabellelai@thestar.com.my" style="font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;isabellelai@thestar.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="story_content" style="border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: dotted; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div id="google_ads_div_News_Story_toptext"&gt;&lt;ins style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-table; height: 60px; position: relative; width: 468px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ins style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; height: 60px; position: relative; width: 468px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="60" id="google_ads_iframe_News_Story_toptext" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" name="google_ads_iframe_News_Story_toptext" scrolling="no" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; left: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px;" width="468"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;PETALING JAYA: Don’t count on the Lee family to rush to the bank for crisp new banknotes when Chinese New Year rolls in each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eloise Lee, 44, said her family had made it a practice to use both old and new banknotes in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ang pow&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;packets for the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;We realised that production of new banknotes requires the cutting down of more trees&lt;/b&gt;. Now, we just use notes that look new instead,” she said, adding that none of her&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ang pow&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;recipients had any complaints about the mix of old and new notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="story_image left" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 244px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="323" src="http://thestar.com.my/archives/2011/1/23/nation/n_pg14packets.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-style: initial; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="230" /&gt;&lt;span class="caption" style="clear: both; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green fingers: The Lees in festive mood while filling red packets with old and new ringgit bills at their home in Petaling Jaya yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“They always receive the red packets happily. Anyway, I think they’re more concerned about how much money is inside, rather than whether the notes are new or not!” she quipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Her mother-in-law, Wong Kip Hing, 73, said that the family had also been reusing ang pow decorations for about 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“We store them carefully, away from moisture and dust. Every year, our decorations look just as beautiful as when they were new,” she said, showing off an origami fish made from an&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ang pow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;packet six years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Homemaker Jackie Ho, 61, agreed that new banknotes were not necessary for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ang pows&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“Don’t go and give battered ones, of course! Save the new ones you get throughout the year instead of rushing to obtain brand new ones just for this occasion,” she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;She also advised families who often bought cartons of soft drinks to dispose of them properly after guests have consumed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“Aluminium cans can be recycled into many things, so people should really try to remember not to dump them into the trash bin as it is a waste of resources,” she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sam Kon, 23, said he would make an effort to set aside items for recycling or charity while spring cleaning the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“Many items can be used again, it’s a waste to dump them. We only have one world, let’s do our part to save it,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banknote#Materials_used_for_banknotes"&gt;WIKIpedia LINK ABOUT PAPER MONEY PRODUCTION HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have misread this article....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they wanted to save trees, give kids money, and not angpaus filled with money. Or, even better (since I dont get angpaus anyway), dont give any money, and angpaus. SO YOU CAN SAVE DOUBLE. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for save the trees. more like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'aku nak capap kat paper la'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU READ the wikipedia article, you will know that&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;money is mostly made from a cotton mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And, guess what, cotton, guess what, again, yes. I wish somebody would have told me this when I was a little kid, but cotton, doesn't come from sheep like I thought (when i was 3). But,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;cotton comes from a cotton tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://ikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;(WIKIPEDIA LINK ON COTTON TREE),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people want to 'farm' money, they &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;NEED TO PLANT TREES, AND NOT CUT THEM DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;MORE MONEY = MORE TREES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; BECAUSE WE DONT CUT THEM DOWN FOR PAPER WE TAKE THEIR SEED THINGIES AND LEAVE THE TREES SO THEY CAN BLOOM AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;MORE MONEY. MORE TREES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESS ANGPAUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESS IGNORANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;MORE PUBLICITY FOR ME BECAUSE I BRING THIS STUFF UP PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;side note : semi serious post. i dont know im really angry or not. people are going to argue about me being wrong, well i am wrong, &amp;nbsp;you are right and perfect. in advance.&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/7932519605992217574-8247581975840383188?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8247581975840383188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8247581975840383188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8247581975840383188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8247581975840383188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/save-trees.html' title='SAVE THE TREES'/><author><name>lot yusoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002598559909657530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/SU3Q4m-WBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/NCf6H6YV0Mk/S220/IMAG0241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4904915065460752863</id><published>2011-01-23T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:01:18.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>No.</title><content type='html'>If you ask someone to go eat, and they say &lt;br /&gt;"takpela"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 being, they genuinely do not want to eat. They are not hungry.They might have other plans. They might not have the money to eat etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell whether the person is genuinely not interested, you must read their facial expressions. This is hard, and requires training. Not a lot of people can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility number 2 is, they are 'gedik' They 'jual mahal'. They like being wanted. They like feeling wanted. In this case, you must 'pujuk' them. Go, 'alah, come on la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually guys are in category number 1, but this is NOT A RULE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, number 1 has its tell-tale signs. For example, if you ask again, saying 'Weh jom la, pergi makan kat tempat best ni'. Then, them being nice people, they will say 'oh takpela, aku kene bla3'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'NO' is a 'NO'. You know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He she says no, you take it as a no. please. Yes and No are words we learn before we walk. Yes, means, ya, ja, oui, mahu, setuju. You know? No means, TAK MAHU. TAK PAYAH. USAH. Dun don't jangan nein non, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't wanna eat, and if they are case number 1, there's no us. give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - no ps. ps cancelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4904915065460752863?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4904915065460752863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4904915065460752863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4904915065460752863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4904915065460752863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/no.html' title='No.'/><author><name>lot yusoff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09002598559909657530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sBk01hQvlus/SU3Q4m-WBgI/AAAAAAAAADo/NCf6H6YV0Mk/S220/IMAG0241.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-1206120932604413483</id><published>2011-01-20T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:42:07.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Question Time!</title><content type='html'>Ok short post for today, how do you spell, Thaipusam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 'remaja zaman sekarang', spell Thaipusam differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin punya friends post really stupid stuff, but this, is just, uber-stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTe83_TAqnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/v5C3M4tPNJo/s1600/tai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTe83_TAqnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/v5C3M4tPNJo/s1600/tai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i end this post with a humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HIDUP PLAYGURLZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(happy thaipusam btw to those celebrating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-1206120932604413483?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/1206120932604413483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=1206120932604413483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1206120932604413483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/1206120932604413483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/question-time.html' title='Question Time!'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTe83_TAqnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/v5C3M4tPNJo/s72-c/tai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-3985345578341641852</id><published>2011-01-19T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:37:52.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>PENERANGAN</title><content type='html'>I've written it in English, but since people don't understand the post, and Seeing that I like translating what I write into poor Malay, I will write it in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam inilah. Saya gagal dalam Bahasa Inggeris, minggu lepas saya dapat Keputusan Bahasa Inggeris. Keputusan tersebut sangat mengecewakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu saya muda dulu, Tingakatan 2 dulu, saya cukup sedih apabila saya tidak memperoleh A. Namun lihatlah sekarang, di mana saya. Dulu saya kecewa, sedih, tidak dapat A. Sekarang pula saya gagal Bahasa Inggeris, dan seolah-olah tak kecewa langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti semua pelajar malas, dan yang suka menuding jari, saya ada alasan. Bagi saya, ia alasan munasabah. Namun yang membaca ini ramai stalker, hater, dan bukannya kawan. Ramai yang saya tak kenal, yang jarang bercakap dengan saya, atau tak pernah cakap pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, daripada persepsi orang ramai, saya ada alasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berpendapat bahawa, apa yang saya pelajari itu bukan Bahasa Inggeris. Memang Bahasa Inggeris digunakan sebagai bahasa pengantar, namun apa yang dipalajari bukan bahasa. Subjek itu dinamakan 'Bahasa Inggeris Teknikal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan tetapi, realitinya, saya, kami, pelajar kelas saya, belajar benda lain. Janganlah kamu, kalian, kita, memberi Subjek nama yang tidak sepatutnya. Misalnya, saya mempelajari SEJARAH ketika di Tingkatan 5. MEMANGLAH Bahasa Melayu bahasa pengantar, tetapi adakah SEJARAH dinamakan BAHASA MELAYU? Tidak sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah GEOGRAFI sewaktu Tingkatan 3 dahulu, dinamakan BAHASA MELAYU @ MALAYSIA? Tidak sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini yang saya maksudkan. Secara jujurnya, saya tidak tahu apa yang saya pelajari pada Semester lalu. Bahasa &amp;nbsp;Inggeriskah? Entahlah. Satu perkataan baru pun saya tak kenal. Tatabahasa baru pun saya tak kenal. Silap saya tak hadir ke kelas mungkin. Oh tidak, kehadiran 100% ke kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tl;dr"&gt;TL;DR &amp;gt;&amp;gt; saya bodoh&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(click for link for what tldr means)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-3985345578341641852?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/3985345578341641852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=3985345578341641852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3985345578341641852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/3985345578341641852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/penerangan.html' title='PENERANGAN'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8421204038496934489</id><published>2011-01-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:30:21.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelut'/><title type='text'>Beeya Betowh?</title><content type='html'>So there's this kid. And she's a little girl, almost two years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my niece yeah, and she calls me Kelut (curl-oat). Its short for Uncle Lot (its not LOT like a lot, but its actually lot like load but with like loat. like you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so me brother is pointing at his pictures of himself as a child, and so he asks his daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sapa ni" he asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she thinks for a while and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kelut" she says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went through a couple more pictures of my brother.... then all she said was 'kelut'.. as in me..when it wasn't me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my brother goes 'hmmmph'... as in tak puas hati la... so then he takes out.. a one ringgit note... and points to the dude on the RM1 punya face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTWGN1zSi6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/pa-db9fjYVM/s1600/rm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTWGN1zSi6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/pa-db9fjYVM/s1600/rm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'that dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kelut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the my brother says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you see.. whenever she doesn't know who it is...she says 'Kelut' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she runs around in the apartment shouting 'kelut kelut kelut' all the time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought i was somewhat important in someone's life, it turns out that its just a fun thing to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8421204038496934489?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8421204038496934489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8421204038496934489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8421204038496934489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8421204038496934489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/beeya-betowh.html' title='Beeya Betowh?'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTWGN1zSi6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/pa-db9fjYVM/s72-c/rm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-8490958593135240158</id><published>2011-01-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:43:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Repetezz</title><content type='html'>Some people don't hear what they do hear &amp;nbsp;and say that they do hear what they didn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this dude. Lets call him Rosli. Some words in the English language end with, ly, like properly. And beautifully. So then, i was saying something to the person beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this dick of a person (Rosli : eg) said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kau ni nak kutuk beragak ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si I was pissed off. Firstly, because I do kutuk people often, I know. But I didn't at that time. I know he was too far to hear what I said, so I said to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kau ulang balik aku kutuk kau apa, boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he shut the fuck up. cause he didn't hear what i said. and he didn't know whether i kutuk him or not. And he was sleeping when i said something that sounded like his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was also pissed at the fact that he jumped to a conclusion, and was wrong, and also didn't apologise. at least go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh aku salah dengar, sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on la. just because i'm a dick doesn't mean everything i say is an insult to others around me. and even if i am such a dick, i don't have the time to focus all my insults on one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shik meng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-8490958593135240158?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/8490958593135240158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=8490958593135240158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8490958593135240158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/8490958593135240158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/repetezz.html' title='Repetezz'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932519605992217574.post-4385044265077696552</id><published>2011-01-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:01:26.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>WPE</title><content type='html'>Firstly I would like to apologise for the Worst Post Ever posted before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This Post, I don't want to write because It will suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Sorry if they suck or won't load. Better than reading emotional bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic info: i went jalan2 wit meiner Familie, and took these pics at kedai pokok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932519605992217574-4385044265077696552?l=unhappylot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/feeds/4385044265077696552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932519605992217574&amp;postID=4385044265077696552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4385044265077696552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932519605992217574/posts/default/4385044265077696552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unhappylot.blogspot.com/2011/01/wpe.html' title='WPE'/><author><name>umlöt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03717660270429554014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/SW9h0V5Y-NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yWBPN72SzNs/S220/Image045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IcelQXA46_0/TTLi4k4PtEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/uojBJSUPV1Y/s72-c/15012011021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
