<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:40:39.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Psychopathic Dude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4569422525549176985</id><published>2008-01-12T04:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T05:50:11.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Improvement</title><content type='html'>Hello there ladies and gents. I've noticed that a lot of bloggers have posted their 'New Year's Resolution'. First of all let me say that I'm not a copycat. I've never set any yearly targets my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer in self-improvement, meaning, if I think something is important and needs to be done, I'll do it. Its as simple as that. No need to have my resolutions done in colorful fonts, taped on the wall next to my bed. My mom will think I've turned into a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I feel there's a necessity to set some targets this year. I've already started working now. The day will come when I sacrifice my singlehood and let a woman run and have total control over my life (well that's what happens to all married men right??). I'm not saying I'm gonna get married this year. I would probably still be single after 5 years who knows right? Anyhew, what I'm trying to say is that one day I will have to live on my own, with my own family and this leads to my first target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buying a &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a long shot for me expecially since I just started working for about 7 months now. Even I've asked myself "Where the hell are you going to find the cash??" I've not started my search yet. What I know is with my current earnings there's no way I can afford a 2 storey or even a single storey house for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apartment would suite me just fine. Maybe around 200K perhaps? You maybe curious as to why the fuck am I worried about buying a property when I haven't even worked for 1 whole year?? Well my friend .. looking at the classifieds lately have made me realize that the price for houses have skyrocketed. If I wait 5 more years to buy a house, the only area I can afford to pay would be Rawang or Hulu Selangor or somewhere fuckin far away from the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this year I'll try to save enough money to pay for the d/p. 10% would still cost me around 20K. Mane laa aku nak carik duit byk cam tuh, only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next set of targets are practically the same thing I've had for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeping my weight at &lt;strong&gt;65 Kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this target since I was in Junior year in college. The reason was back then I came back to M'sia for the summer holidays after 2.5 years and .... let's just say I missed M'sian food ... a lot. My weight went up to 72 kg. The fattest I've been my whole life. Thank God Ramadhan was right after the summer hols. That helped a lot. I also had to jog every day to trim down the last couple of kilos of FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I manage to keep it at 65 Kg, I owe that solely to the weekly futsal meetings, organized by this fat fuck.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R4ipN1dDMcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dO2kWCvd4ZA/s1600-h/photo74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154555828677849538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R4ipN1dDMcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dO2kWCvd4ZA/s320/photo74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw, Serip, posing ko dlm gambar nih mmg yg TORRRRRBAIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;3. Controlling my &lt;strong&gt;EXPENSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this since forever. Born to 2 accountants, it's in my genes to know how to spend my money wisely. I'm not the kind of person who buys things without proper assessment of whther ornot I need them. Even when I had credit cards, I'll always make my payments on time. Never been on credit before. Always on debit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it dudes. (Crossing my fingers) hopefully I'll achieve my targets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4569422525549176985?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4569422525549176985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4569422525549176985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4569422525549176985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4569422525549176985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-improvement.html' title='Self-Improvement'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R4ipN1dDMcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dO2kWCvd4ZA/s72-c/photo74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-5056181794010506640</id><published>2008-01-03T06:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:01:48.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Daddy</title><content type='html'>I guess by now everybody would've heard about a sex scandal concerning one of our respectable ministers or used to be respectable perhaps? Anyhew, what suprised me was that he wasn't ashamed of what he has done to his wife and family. The way he responded as though having sex out of wedlock is something common in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more suprising to me is that our favorite leader, Datuk Seri Sharizat is keeping mum on the issue. She is supposed to be the person responsible for changing our community's way of treating women and if I'm not mistaken she started a campaign that had a motto, "Suami sayang Isteri" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when one of her colleagues, a member of the cabinet, did the opposite thing, she's keeping her mouth shut. The man cheated on his wife and she, the Minister for Women's Development is doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for lookin' up to the country's leadership. Yeah right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-5056181794010506640?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/5056181794010506640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=5056181794010506640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5056181794010506640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5056181794010506640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-daddy.html' title='Big Daddy'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-1975318087945640113</id><published>2007-12-30T04:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:33:16.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps ... it seems as though this is the first time I'm writing somethin' on this blog. I don't know for whuteva reason but my hectic schedule for the past couple of months have made me mentally lethargic and I somehow lost interest in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My employer is basically treating me and my fellow co-workers like slaves. As long as I get the job done, that's the only thing that matters. As a matter of fact, a dude from my dept died from heart attack on a weekend, right after he was screwed by my boss that Friday. I know that really sounds fucked up but I guess that's how the private sector works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've so much free time since my company has met 2007's target. Finally, I can leave my office at 7 pm or earlier. Something that I'm particularly not used too since people from my dept usually go back around 8-9 pm, before we met 07's target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as my first entree, I would like to write about something that's been in my mind for the last couple of days. This year's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Haha I know it's gonna make me look like a pervert but who gives a shit anyways. It's VS god daymn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I've never watched the show my whole life, even when I was in the States. Anyhew, I was lookin' for something to download (something besides porn that is), somehow I stumbled upon the VS show. I was fuckin bored at that time, so I figured what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole hour, my jaw just dropped like peanuts and I was speechless. Staring at hot babes wearing close to nothin' blew my mind. It was as though I was lookin' at gurls in skimpy costumes and they were about to fulfill my erotic fantasies. DAYMN!!!! My mind was filled with these weird ideas all of a sudden. Ideas that I'd rather keep to myself :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3d3GFdDMYI/AAAAAAAAADY/pRC-LYSWMcc/s1600-h/33803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149715645348393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3d3GFdDMYI/AAAAAAAAADY/pRC-LYSWMcc/s320/33803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the models though, took my attention. Her name's Miranda Kerr and she's Australian. And yes, I &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=miranda+kerr&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=images&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Googled&lt;/a&gt; her right away. God she's gorgeous. Simply breathtaking to look at that sumptuous body of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-1975318087945640113?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/1975318087945640113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=1975318087945640113&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1975318087945640113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1975318087945640113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/12/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3d3GFdDMYI/AAAAAAAAADY/pRC-LYSWMcc/s72-c/33803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-3228172349786010930</id><published>2007-07-01T04:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:24:17.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manglish</title><content type='html'>I'm terribly sorry for those who have been a regular at my blog. I just started working and my boss is really squezzing my balls on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, this topic came to me when I went back to Penang a month ago. The sign on the wall at one of the construction sites I saw was "&lt;u&gt;Do not parking at the entrance&lt;/u&gt;." To me silly grammatical mistakes like that is intolerable. It is embarassing for me as a Malaysian when tourists see that sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, the education ministry seriously failed in its mission to teach our people the English language. I thought that nowadays English is already being used not only in high schools for science subjects, but have been the official language used at our local universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can argue that the people who make those signboards don't have a bachelor's degree, but if their level of English is not up to par with basic spoken English then those people aren't supposed to be making signboards in English in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from America for about 3 months now, I have noticed that there is an increase in English tv programmes but it's still not enough. Channels like tv3 shouldn't be playing the damn lousy Natasha 2 (starring Fasha Sandha, doesn't know how to act but fuckin hot!! DAYMN!!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV3 should include more English progs, especially from the local scene. These progs however should use good spoken English and not Phua Chu Kang English, which actually is Singlish (Singaporean English). English progs from our local actors would encourage more Malaysians into communicating in the universal language. Xde aaa menggelabah bile tourist dtg tanye direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's how I feel. Lack of good English in our country saddens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-3228172349786010930?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/3228172349786010930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=3228172349786010930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3228172349786010930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3228172349786010930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/07/manglish.html' title='Manglish'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-2940118834439346098</id><published>2007-06-10T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:22:54.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Liar</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile now .. I guess I've lost my interest in writing blogs lately. I've been busy looking for jobs for about 3 months now .. finally I got a reasonable job in KL .. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, I went back to Penang last Monday .. my parents were bored staying home I guess .. being retirees there's nothing much for them anyways. From my standpoint, besides meeting my gramps, I've got nothing else in Penang .. except for the good food, Goergetown is quite the 'Bandar Purba' to me .. very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Tuesday after visiting my gramps (my mother's side), my pop decided to take me to a Hamidiah restaurant somewhere in the middle of Penang, by foot. I was reluctant as the weather was hot as hell but my pop said "I've got something to show u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walking until we reached Argyll Road. I was a bit confused why my pop stopped walking as I couldn't figure out wtf was interesting bout this street anyways, it looked mundane to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my pop, while pointing a an ugly looking old house said "That was the home of the Alleycats brothers (David and Loga Arumugam), back in the day. This was where it all began." My pop added that he used to be classmates with David and Loga's elder brother, Mohinder (or something that start's with an M), when my pop was in Penang Free School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part was I didn't know Loga had lund cancer at that time. So, at the end of the day I was watching the news and found out that Loga already died. Daymn!! Baru nak feeling Alleycats skali meninggal plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I'm not a big fan of Malay music, I did watch Muzik Muzik in the late 80's/early 90's era when the Alleycats were quite big. I know they have been in the music scene since 1969 but only started recording tracks around late 70's I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, during my 'budak hingusan' I was a big Alleycats fan myself with Sampaikanlah Salam and Hingga Akhir Nanti ringing thru my ears all the time. Until now their songs still get a lot of airtime on radios and remake of their songs such as Jika Kau Bercinta Lagi by Flop Poppy, could only signify how big they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess their evergreen singles will always remain in our hearts just like P.Ramlee's. More on their history and news can be found at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alleycats"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-2940118834439346098?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/2940118834439346098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=2940118834439346098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/2940118834439346098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/2940118834439346098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/06/kucing-liar.html' title='Kucing Liar'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-9151147926232535727</id><published>2007-05-13T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:51:21.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkrenxV1MtI/AAAAAAAAADE/ssJt6GvLXn0/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065105505772712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkrenxV1MtI/AAAAAAAAADE/ssJt6GvLXn0/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just don't know why the Malaysian gov is so freaked out about how bloggers have the power to voice out their opinions. They are scared that bloggers would rant anti-government statements and how it might affect the Malaysian community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, our gov had done so with Harakah, when they forced the opposition newspaper to be a bi-weekly news instead of on a week to week basis. The weird thing is our gov has been practicing this since forever. Why must the gov oppress our minds and suppress us from freedom to thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep on saying that "Melayu jauh ketinggalan" this and that, yet still want to control our minds. How does the gov expect people to move forward and to evolve when they aren't letting us think on our own?? Somebody needs to tell the gov "Enough with the cock talk, let's move on with some effective actions to drive us into vision 2020."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-9151147926232535727?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/9151147926232535727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=9151147926232535727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/9151147926232535727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/9151147926232535727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/05/aint-no-sunshine.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Sunshine'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkrenxV1MtI/AAAAAAAAADE/ssJt6GvLXn0/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-2710912541534148929</id><published>2007-05-11T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T05:16:28.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF Malaysia???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkRAYl6BhpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VHlAopKU5fw/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkRAYl6BhpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VHlAopKU5fw/s200/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063242672307799698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, this add was in the newspapers. Fedex sponsoring Josiah Ng. Maybe his credibility as Malaysia's No. 1 cyclist could be considered as a good marketing strategy by Fedex to signify that they are the best carrier in the country and the world.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkRApF6BhqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/opx4eyK96jo/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkRApF6BhqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/opx4eyK96jo/s200/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063242955775641250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After flipping a couple of pages, this was what I found. Why in the world did Carrefour choose Mawi to be their spokesperson only God knows. What has Mawi's image got anything to do with Carrefour's???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apperently customers have to purchase more than 100 bucks to get Mawi's autograph. Dude, are you for real man?? Even if he gives me his autograph for free I wouldn't take it. Who's stupid enough to fall for that trick? Well, it seems that a lot of Malaysians are gullible enough to idolize Mawi that much. What a pity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-2710912541534148929?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/2710912541534148929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=2710912541534148929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/2710912541534148929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/2710912541534148929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf-malaysia.html' title='WTF Malaysia???'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RkRAYl6BhpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VHlAopKU5fw/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-7496413902728603272</id><published>2007-05-07T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:44:34.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky is Never Blue</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I was eagerly waiting for the Manchester Derby as I can't help but get excited over the idea of the Devilz beating the hell out of Serip's loser team. With the Champs League all over for United, the Premiership title would be their main target now. So, I figured Rooney n gang would display a classy performance perhaps a goal that can be considered a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that certainly didn't happened. United only won the game 1-0 and to add from bad to worse, it was a penalty. But what I want to point out is the way the City pricks played. They City dudes looked like they were playing for the All Blacks', making violent tackles on United players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident that was so obvious was when Michael Ball had a collision with Ronaldo. Right after the Ref looked the other way, Ball thrusted his football boot at Ronaldo's gut. Man, he should've been sent off and that perhaps could lead United to a bigger winning margin. But no, the ref was too stupid to see it or other tackles made by City players. The Ref only started giving yellow cards late in the 2nd half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ronaldo got his revenge on Ball, when he 'seduced' Ball into believing Ball could tackle the ball. Like any other City player, Ball was too stupid to figure out that nobody could make a clean tackle on Ronaldo's lighting fast feet. He ended up giving United a penalty. Unlike an idiot like Ball, Ronaldo uses his brain to make other people pay. Though Jose thinks Ron is uneducated kwakwakwa. Ronaldo slotted the ball home like a true champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like bout United during that game is no matter how hard City tried to use brute force to stop United, the Devilz maintained their composure throughout the game. Respect. Now that's how a Premiership team should play, like professionals. Manchester City played like shit. However, I do believe they deserve to play football, but only in division 2, where they were a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Chelsea drew 1-1 with Arse which signals Manchester United winning the Premiership. I guess Morin-whore ain't gonna achieve a triple this season. Dulu ade hati nak  quadruple .. kwakwakwa. Now, their only target is the FA Cup, but United is taking that back to Old Trafford. I guess Roman has to make do with only the Carling Cup. Gile Lemah!! Acai loser gile team ko kwakwakwa. Baik sokong Liverpool je, at least ade harapan nak menang Champs League.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-7496413902728603272?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/7496413902728603272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=7496413902728603272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/7496413902728603272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/7496413902728603272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/05/sky-is-never-blue.html' title='The Sky is Never Blue'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4984990913999287309</id><published>2007-04-30T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:14:10.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Service</title><content type='html'>I went to Jobstreet.com's office at Jalan Sultan Ismail near Maju Junction (Yes Fido I know where Maju Junction is) this morning. I wanted to pay the 50 dollar fee for the Priority package they are offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived there, this was the conversation I had with the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would like to pay the 50 ringgit fee for the priority package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec: Have you registered for the package yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec: You have to register first before paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can't I just register here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec: No, you have to do it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant, I was like WTF man???? I am already there ... why can't she just do registration part for me?? Too lazy to move ur ass is it? The damn computer was right in front of her. Is it so hard to provide good customer service??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I went to a departmental store to purchase a battery operated shaver. So, I asked the salesman whether I can have a look at that thing prior to buying. I want to make sure I'm getting what I'm looking for .. quality, reliability or whuteva. The dude told me I have to buy it first, only then he'll open the packaging for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to buy that product if I'm not convinced that the product is up to my standards?? Does the bastard expect me to trust his words over my judgement? You gottabe kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience in the States, American companies make it a point to provide great customer service. They make sure that the consumer is satisfied with their service because this will attract the customers to come back for a 2nd time or perhaps tell their peers that the companies treated them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong with my country?? The government keeps on focussing on turning us into a developed nation but we still think like a 3rd world country. Need to change the attitude man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia Boleh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4984990913999287309?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4984990913999287309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4984990913999287309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4984990913999287309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4984990913999287309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/04/lousy-service.html' title='Lousy Service'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-3807319789546275042</id><published>2007-04-29T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:05:56.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking Saturday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday turned out to be one hell of a night for me. No I wasn't watching the stupid ass Akademi Fantasia. Anybody who watches AF should jump off a building and those who actually think Aznil Nawawi is a cool dude should receive a nice kick in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Everton - Man Utd game on ESPN. Ronaldo was on the bench until the 60+ minute. Fergie was saving him for the 2nd leg against Milan. That caused the United offense to be a little short of ideas and couldn't produce any goals in the 1st half. Everton however got a goal thru a deflection off Carrick. Bloody bastard. At half time, Chelsea was leading Bolton by 2 goals to 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devilz's strike force was so blunt that Everton managed to score a scorcher thru Fernandez. I was devastated. I had goose bumps at that time. I was thinking "Holy shit .. MU's really gonna loose the Premiership this season." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe if Everton kept their composure and played like they did in the 1st half, MU couldn't stage a comeback. However, blunders by Everton's young goalie and Phil Neville's own goal gave a sudden push for the United squad. Seriously, those two Toffees are dumbasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Bolton had leveled thru Kevin Davies. How the tables turn around, only God knows. Rooney managed to score against his old club amid all the harassment he got from Everton fans. The weird part was United most prolific scorer this season, Ronaldo, couldn't get onto the score chart even though he had a one on one with the keeper. Nak gelecek defender boley ... nak gelecek keeper x leh plak. Weird.&lt;a href="http://www.4thegame.com/media/00/02/36/chris_eagles_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.4thegame.com/media/00/02/36/chris_eagles_2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This however managed to score goal during injury time. He was composed enough to make a decent shot past the keeper. For somebody who lacks Premiership experience, Chris Eagles certainly stepped up to par with his collegues. Still confuse why budak hingusan cam Eagles pon boley score instead of Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At full time, United's comeback and Chelsea's draw increased the gap between the two to 5 points. Kahkahkah bodohnye Mourinho. You're bound to get urself fired. Kwakwakwa. To Acai and Pakjan, mengharap aaaa Chelsea nak buat quadruple this season. Chelsea sucks big time. Baik sokong Portsmouth je. Kwakwakwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-3807319789546275042?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/3807319789546275042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=3807319789546275042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3807319789546275042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3807319789546275042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/04/shocking-saturday.html' title='Shocking Saturday'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4972427927177141374</id><published>2007-04-26T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T05:30:35.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raja Bebel Astro</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blog has been removed by the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actions I have taken to embarass my mother and to degrade women in the public eye is just inconsiderate. It just shows how insensitive I am towards the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I offended anybody particularly those who treasure their relationship with their mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for my mom, I wouldn't be where I'm at right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4972427927177141374?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4972427927177141374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4972427927177141374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4972427927177141374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4972427927177141374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/04/raja-bebel-astro.html' title='Raja Bebel Astro'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-5085902677780407802</id><published>2007-04-13T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:40:20.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men of the Match</title><content type='html'>Prior to the match between Man Utd vs AS Roma, I had my doubts regarding United's ability to defeat a team with such passion for football like Roma. I have seen Roma play at Stadio Olimpico myself when Milan came visiting last season. The way they played was superb. The Romans defeated the dudes from Milano by a goal from Daniele De Rossi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about 1 1/2 years ago and they finished 4th in Serie A (I think). This season they are #2 trailing Inter by a giant margin of 20 points. Still, they are the 2nd best team in Serie A at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I was under the impression that the best United could get out of the game was a draw. Without Scholes in United's attack force, nobody can create chances for either Giggs, Rooney or Ronaldo. Moreover, last weekend United lost to Portsmouth with silly mistakes by Ferdinand and Van Der Sar. When the game kicked off, I was thinking there is no way United would be able to go to the last 4 of the Champs League with their current form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Devilz had other ideas. They were out to prove that they are still the best team in England, perhaps in Europe too. Never had I imagine that I would be sitting in front of my tv at 2.45 in the morning, watching one of the best performances United have ever produced so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United crushed Roma 7-1. The Devilz got their 7th goal by the 81st minute and at that moment you can see how humiliated the Romans felt. Roma was considered one of the big guns of Europe but somehow played like Negri Sembilan NAZA. Everytime the Romans were attacking, there would be a United player doing some rough tackling. Their attacking force was numb throughout the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, many of the United players can be considered as Man of the Match. Here's the shortlisted candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo's movements were monitored closely during the first leg of the match. However, this time around the Romans couldn't contain Ronaldo's fast pace and awesome skills as he dazzled not only the Old Trafford crowd but also his performance was so great that the Romans were at awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Carrick&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I had criticized this dude even before the day he came to the Theatre of Dreams. To me, for an unproven footballer at international level to cost 18 million pounds was a big mistake made by Fergie. However, the mistake is all mine as Carrick matured once he wore the United jersey and has become one of England's future midfielders that's going to replace the likes of Gerrard and Lampard. And in this game he proved that he can play like a superstar at the highest level, scoring 2 magnificent goals from outside the penalty box. Both of the goals were beautiful and my respect for him grew in an instant. IMO, he's now worth more than 25 million pounds, honestly. &lt;a href="http://212.95.232.145/fapl/common_pix/players/400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://212.95.232.145/fapl/common_pix/players/400.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darren Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Fletcher would always be on the bench for every United game. I guess his desire to prove that he's on the same level as United's other stars made him an outstanding football player. He may not have scored any of the 7 goals United got nor did he assist any of those goals. But his contribution was so significant throughout the game. He was the one who made important tackles preventing Totti and his colleagues from making a shot or creating chances in front of United's penalty box. I do believe that if Fergie gives Fletcher more playing time, he can become the next Roy Keane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Verdict: The Man of the Match Award goes to ....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Man Utd Defense&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen them play well as a whole. Usually there'll be somebody who's gonna fumble or make a stupid mistake, but this time the whole defense was great. Heinze was at his best, making important tackles and preventing Pizarro from making quality crosses across United's goal. The absense of Nemanja Vidic was not obvious, as I predicted that Wes Brown could not match Vidic's aeriel ability to stop crosses, and mark strikers. I hate to admit but Brown was playing one of his better games. Van Der Sar was not fumbling anymore. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, that was one of the best United games I've watched live. Roma was in such a bad shape that even 8tv's commentator said "When your opponent's substitute right back whose actually a left back (Patrice Evra), can score a beautiful goal, that's just sums up your whole performance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory Glory Man United&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-5085902677780407802?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/5085902677780407802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=5085902677780407802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5085902677780407802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5085902677780407802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/04/men-of-match.html' title='Men of the Match'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-69321433304282971</id><published>2007-03-26T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:06:41.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFUNDI skrang juga</title><content type='html'>The other day I was bored out of my freakin coz there was nothin TV. Even ASTRO was full of shitty TV programmes at that time. TV1 was showing Sarawak vs Terengganu, even though it's a soccer match, the local league doesn't interest me at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching that game reminded me of the Selangor Public Bank vs Selangor FC game I saw at the Shah Alam stadium, with Mazree, Serip and Melawati's future representative to Formula 1, Ahmad Rifaei. I mean the atmosphere at the stadium was awesome, the quality of football however was so disappointing. The foreign players in both squads were hopeless, even the local players were better. That's how bad Malaysian soccer is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I stumbled upon a Liga Super game on TV1 - Saluran Perdana Anda, I quickly changed the channel and somehow found my way to ASTRO RIA. And there it was ... the reality show I have been "condemning" since forever .. Akademi Fantasia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/hudz_hafiz01/24aznil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/hudz_hafiz01/24aznil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I have valid reasons for doing this. Let me start with the host of the show, Aznil Nawawi, a 45 year old man who thinks he's 25. And that old fruit cake is so damn annoying, the jokes he made, his facial expressions and semi-woman gestures justify that he's a faggot. And the weird part is everybody in the crowd (those who were watching the performance) seemed to love him dearly like his a freaking superstar. Like his super fabulous or perhaps Malaysia's Paris Hilton of some sort. WTF is going on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. The mofo judges also pissed me off. Gee (Fauziah Latiff) was ok, at her age she still looks good though. Perhaps a dozen shots of Botox. Who gives a shit anyways as long as she has a pretty face to look at. Unlike the other 2 fucked up judges, Hattan and Ogy. Both of them think they're like international superstars who're multitalented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Hattan has been in the music scene for centuries but that doesn't mean he's Elvis Pressly. Bukannye popular mane pon. Budget kawin stewardess MAS power abis aaa (I'm still not over the fact that MAS pramugaris think I'm not Malaysian - Air Asia selalu deh). Ogy on the hand has a lot of experience but not in singing. Then why the hell is she giving critism to the AF guys and gals like she's hell of a great? Gua ingatkan dulu insaf for good .. nampak gaye insaf lain macam plak skrang.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55dH-3xGhOY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55dH-3xGhOY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Contestant punye perangai pon boley tahan gak gedik2 die. Thank god there is one girl who's hot and her name is Noni Nadirah binti something, from Sabah. That night she sang a Japanese song .. xtau name but chorus die aku familiar ... selalu kuar kat komputer Epul lagu nih. Anatano blablabla (chorus). Tapi bile Noni nyanyi lagu gua cair sial x kelip mate pon. I think I'm in love. My Asian fetish has come back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like AF3, I think I'm hooked to to Akademi Fantasia just bcoz there's one hot chick. HAHAHAHA. How shallow of me. In AF3 there was Marsya, snother Sabahan chick. Celake Nick Gani lepak Lahad Datu, screwing all the cun Sabahan chicks. Despite AF's lousy quality, the show will always have one hot chick to drag all the desperate boys to watch AF. And I'm one bloody fool falling into the same well as the other mofos. Daymn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-69321433304282971?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/69321433304282971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=69321433304282971&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/69321433304282971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/69321433304282971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/03/afundi-skrang-juga.html' title='AFUNDI skrang juga'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-5079005347025528220</id><published>2007-03-15T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:41:04.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Madison with love</title><content type='html'>I always thought that leaving Madison would make me really really sad coz I'm the kind of person who's ... not to say emotional but someone who finds it hard to move on to a new surrounding. Upon stepping into the my Madison-Chicago flight, I was kind of in a sorrow mood for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow tgh2 emo boley plak terlelap and by the time I woke up I was already in Chicago. The same goes with my Chicago-LA flight, I felt nothing towards Madison. Practically bcoz I was enjoying Man of the Year starring Robin Williams, in-flight. Shocking to say but that was an awesome movie, Robin Williams was fuckin hilarious honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the INS office in LAX, I knew something felt weird. That would be the last I'll ever be in there (INS), getting that annoying stare from the bastards at INS, as though they are saying with their eyes "Damn terrorist .. why the hell would I want you in my country???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer wasn't pissed off at me. 2 years ago I had a bad memory there. The officer was somehow angry at me for making a facial expression of some kind resulting in him putting his fingers on his gun and telling me "Do u have a problem???" This time the INS dude treated me like someone he would meet at Walmart (Not in a gay way). He was very kind and talked to me with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was to board for my MAS flight I can see a couple of Malaysians and I did end up making some new frens. But in the back of my mind I was thinking .. " I am about to leave America for good. No turning back." I know some people say there is a chance for me to come back to the US for whuteva reason, but that's like a 1 in a million chance anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad at first but once I entered the aircraft and saw MAS stewardess'... I was like "daymn .. fuck Madison man .. I am going to enjoy my flight" Dah laa seat gua position baik nak usya pramugari2 MAS .. siap layan borak buat2 lawak bodoh skali. Layan .. layan. Tapi yg gua x tahan diorang nih terkezut when they found out I can talk in Malay. Bukan sorang plak tuh beberape. Ingat gua nih bukan Malaysian celake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I reached KLIA, the sorrow feeling was never there. I was somewhat happy to be home. Dah 2 tahun x balik. It felt really weird though being in an environment where everybody is Malaysian. Perhaps I'm accustomed to the Americans who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I was never sad of leaving Madison was I got bored of the city, place or lifestyle. Hari2 dok baring buat bodoh je made me got sick of staying there kot. That is past now, I'm pursuing new horizons now. Ohh ye bebudak yg dak kat malaysia contact aku wey. Gua tgh sangap nak kuar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serip futsal weekend nih selamber bomber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-5079005347025528220?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/5079005347025528220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=5079005347025528220&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5079005347025528220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/5079005347025528220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-madison-with-love.html' title='From Madison with love'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4865209050649274754</id><published>2007-03-08T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:52:21.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti ke Grammy?</title><content type='html'>Yes that's true in case you didn't know or perhaps don't give a shit bout the malaysian music industry anymore. I don't know why the Grammy people even invited her in the first place coz it's like she's famous here anyways. Kalau gitu aku pon nak ke Grammy aaa. Aku buat petition style dak pompuan PC buat petition nasik lemak **(Cerite disambung dibawah)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDuETsn-OI/AAAAAAAAACM/rwe4_rSCsow/s1600-h/siti-grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDuETsn-OI/AAAAAAAAACM/rwe4_rSCsow/s320/siti-grammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039789740801915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What tick's me off bout this picture is Datuk K's facial expression. As though he is saying I just screwed Siti you jerk offs WOOHOO!!! The way they dress is so western don't you think? If you recall when Siti first burst into the music scene she declined to take any pictures with men.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDvKjsn-PI/AAAAAAAAACU/0d3iOF8fJKg/s1600-h/sitisekolah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDvKjsn-PI/AAAAAAAAACU/0d3iOF8fJKg/s320/sitisekolah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039790947687725298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe because at that time she was still a 'gadis kampung'. Konon malu laa whutevaaaa. I guess money and glamour caught up with her. Kawin Datuk K lagi. Serip, minah kat sebelah Siti tuh  ko x rase muke cam Kamilah classmate kite kat PC dulu?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDxaDsn-QI/AAAAAAAAACc/2SzOQiOC4x0/s1600-h/rosnah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDxaDsn-QI/AAAAAAAAACc/2SzOQiOC4x0/s320/rosnah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039793412998953218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On another note, Rosnah Mat Aris was in the news a couple of days ago about her comments in a TV3 show that was broadcasted live. I watched the video on Youtube and daymn to my suprise she was talking bout religious issues - well it was about older women marrying younger men aa sunah nabi right. Yang buat gua sengal minah nih selamber ayam cakap pasal agame. Makcik tgk cermin aaa dulu. Warne rambut lagi terang dari ayam tandoori ade hati nak kawin laki mude daymn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Adelah alkisahnye suatu ketike dahulu diwaktu aku di MRSM PC. Nasik lemak breakfast sedap nak mampos .. bebudak bangun awal bukan nak gi semayang Subuh kat Musalla tapi nak gi berebut makan nasik lemak. Serip gi semayang Subuh buat pengetahuan korang (suatu ketike die alim KWAKWAKWA Giant gelak). Aku xyah cakap aaa bangun mmg sentiase lambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ade laa waktu Form 5 nih, salah satu periuk nasik besar kat dapur Dewan Selera (kantin) tuh rosak. Tak dpt la masak nasik lemak. Ade berminggu gak x makan nasik lemak. Makan roti ngan telur separuh masak je. Bebudak pompuan sume kempunan nasik lemak. Nak cakap diorang tuh mengandung sampai mengidam macam2 xde laaa plak kan. Aku xtau sape punya idea .. mmg bijak pandai habis aaa .. cakap buat petisyen anta kat pengetua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku x tahan .. diorang cakap alasan kenape xde nasik lemak adelah Pengetua nak saving duit nak bina Pintu Gerbang lawa dan air terjun utk pertandingan lanskap peringkat kebangsaan. Buat pengetahuan saudara/saudari MRSM PC waktu zaman aku juare pertandingan lanskap hasil titik peluh Pengetua aku. Tapi xde laa sampai nak cilok duit dr nasik lemak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin gua panas .. dah aaa pelajar cume baya RM1 utk seharian nye makanan .. pastuh ade hati nak komplen pasal xde nasik lemak. Nak cakap bangang x gak aku rase dak pompuan lagi ramai bijak dr laki tapi sebengong2 dak laki xde aaa sampai ke tahap nih. Pengetue aku siap menangis lagi explain kat dak pompuan dr mane die dpt duit tuh (kutip dr alumni). Itulah alkisah nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannye sebengong2 laki dlm diam pompuan lagi bengong. KWAKWAKWA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4865209050649274754?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4865209050649274754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4865209050649274754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4865209050649274754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4865209050649274754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/03/siti-ke-grammy.html' title='Siti ke Grammy?'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RfDuETsn-OI/AAAAAAAAACM/rwe4_rSCsow/s72-c/siti-grammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-9087445156726121075</id><published>2007-03-07T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:24:32.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Famili Ceria bersama Helmi Harun</title><content type='html'>I have a taken a 2 week vacation from blogging even though the only thing I have been doing all this while is laying on the couch; sleeping or watching the damn TV. Well, last week I made something productive as I participated in MISA's Famili Ceria bersame Pijoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team consisted of my temporary roommates Acai and Fu. To everybody's suprise, being the lazy ass that I am I made a huge contribution to my team's success. Our team blasted the other teams off the charts. They practically bitch-slapped got their asses kicked. Seriously. We were that good. Maybe it's because of my charisma. WTF????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/Re-jnpgejxI/AAAAAAAAACE/v10_3lhU720/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/Re-jnpgejxI/AAAAAAAAACE/v10_3lhU720/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039426409603174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We won first place and got an awesome prize. A bag of goodies: 2 jumbo packs of Lays potato chips, 2 bottles of soda and a pack of oreos. There were only prizes for the champions and runner-up. Deya x dpt ape2 pasal team die loser gile. KWAKWAKWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, that isn't the reason why I wanted to do this blog. When I received the prize, the only thing on my mind was to protect it from the hands of Khaidir and penyangak2 yg lain.  I would have run straight to my room just to make sure the dudes didn't have a chance of taking my munchies. To me, I had earned that prize on my own and I am the only one who deserve to eat those goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw the second place team (Ayoi, Farah n Syikin)  opened their bag of goodies and sharing the munchies with everybody. I was so fucking humiliated .. I mean inside I thought how self-oriented could I be. Even though I ended up sharing my food with the guys, it was still was not an excuse. The other group did it voluntarily, I on the other hand did it out of embarrassment, embarrassed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to what extend am I  going to be like this, until the day I die? Even my close frens (Serip, Nick etc) have criticized me for making decisions without thinkin how it may effect other people. Serip did say gua selalu berkire and I don't have any objections to that statement. I somehow believe that I have treat my frens that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for a man to let the world know of his weakness. I guess what Nick said about me correctly describes me. I am a "selfish fuck"(Nicholas Gani, January 2004). Sad but true. Hopefully one day I will change coz it's humiliating being the only one who thinks of himself. I'm already 24 years old but I still think like a 12 year old. I guess maturity is still far away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-9087445156726121075?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/9087445156726121075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=9087445156726121075&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/9087445156726121075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/9087445156726121075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/03/famili-ceria-bersama-helmi-harun.html' title='Famili Ceria bersama Helmi Harun'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/Re-jnpgejxI/AAAAAAAAACE/v10_3lhU720/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-1665244251310548646</id><published>2007-02-23T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:01:15.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petronas Scholar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always envy petronas scholars all this while. They receive more allowance, benefits blabla from other sponsored students. Pet dudes also got a high chance of working for Petronas (I mean really really high chance). Working for a big company like petronas is like achieving a dream ... dah aaaa Pet takes care of its workers quite well. Fringe benefits, car loan, study loan, etc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For instance Mr. S pening kepale sikit gi buat brain scan kat Ampang Puteri, konon migrain aa .. bil sampai beribu ... Petronas baya tuh company lain support Klinik bodo. One of the main reasons why you wanna work with Petronas is you have a chance to work with hot 'amoi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/ReDBthsMTaI/AAAAAAAAABs/AqRShYibM6A/s1600-h/370386700_c229e70c9a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/ReDBthsMTaI/AAAAAAAAABs/AqRShYibM6A/s320/370386700_c229e70c9a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035237371282214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  WOOHOO! Siap posing lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/ReDCKxsMTbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IYipWeRQCHw/s1600-h/364567082_017d8d9c85_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/ReDCKxsMTbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IYipWeRQCHw/s320/364567082_017d8d9c85_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035237873793387954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petronas Twin Towers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua mau keje ngan Petronas ini macam. But the chance of getting a super cool job like this would probably be close to zero anyways. Daymn.&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/19212582-1665244251310548646?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/1665244251310548646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=1665244251310548646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1665244251310548646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1665244251310548646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/02/petronas-scholar.html' title='Petronas Scholar'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/ReDBthsMTaI/AAAAAAAAABs/AqRShYibM6A/s72-c/370386700_c229e70c9a_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4908640375288192992</id><published>2007-02-20T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:42:04.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Blogger</title><content type='html'>I've been out of the blogging business for almost 3 weeks. Not that I'm busy with my life .. I'm just too damn lazy to write about anything. All day I lay on the couch .. have the tv as my best fren. My job hunting tactics are proving to be fruitful .. which is why I'm not in any mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction to sleep is ridiculous at the moment. I just can't simply get up from my bed (technically Acai n Fu's sofa) and do things that are more productive. I'm so bored  that I don't even hesitate to cook for these 2 dudes. Somehow I became the male housemaid. Cooking, cleaning the house and the dishes, without being asked to do so, is something that I'm not used too. I can live in those dirty conditions no problem .. I've done it through out my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel so bored at having nothing to do with my life that I offered my help to people, which seldom happen. Nick did call me a "Selfish Fuck" once, not in an offensive manner .. he was kidding but I knew what he meant. I realize that I think about myself and my own personal interest at all times. I don't think I have put other people's interest above mine ... hmmm. My only alibi is that I did buy a lot of stuff for my family and frens when I went back to M'sia bout 2 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for a change. Thinking about my own issues or perhaps a better way of saying it .. not giving a rat's ass about what other people think or feel, has on certain occasions proved to be bad judgment. I almost got punch in the face once, when I was in high school. The dude literally held his fist against my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he didn't .. I was sure I could end up with a broken nose. That incident taught be an unforgettable lesson ... people hate "Selfish Fucks" and they don't like being around these pricks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off wanting to talk about my current state and how I'm thinking of writing blogs for life but ended up writing bout this crap. What a diversion. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4908640375288192992?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4908640375288192992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4908640375288192992&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4908640375288192992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4908640375288192992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/02/professional-blogger.html' title='Professional Blogger'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4005398854433891348</id><published>2007-02-02T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:50:29.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Life</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I'm still juggling between trying to keep up with JPA's demands and getting a job here in the States. Apparently JPA wants it's students to go back home straight after graduation. They expect the students to come home and wait until JPA finds them jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is a big percentage of JPA scholars will end up finding their own work as JPA's promise of jobs within the government sector is somehow unreliable. Which is why I wanted to find a job over here in the States. Somehow my efforts are fruitless and I spend my days just laying on Acai's couch watching the tv. Nowadays I sleep about 12 hours a day. 8 is the optimum number of hours for a human being, 12 is just nuisance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing better to do with my life at the moment. Hari2 baring je keje. Waiting for an interview. People have been making fun of me, a lot. Diba has called a "Pengganggur yang Berjaya". And Epol keeps on asking me "what have I accomplished today," everyday for that matter. The only thing I have accomplished is ample amount of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part is I'm not complaining about my situation. I am actually enjoying my life. Bedtime is no more at midnight, I go to bed (technically it's Acai's sofa) at 3 in the morning. I wake up sometime around noon, watch some tv and thenget a couple of hours of sleep in the afternoon. How heavenly my life is. I don't have to worry about homework assignments, projects, lab reports or working at the library anymore. I don't have to worry about a thing, coz all I do is just sleep. SYOOOOKKKKKK GIIILLLLAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think I'm wasting my life ... well you can go screw yourself coz I'm love my life, every single moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4005398854433891348?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4005398854433891348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4005398854433891348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4005398854433891348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4005398854433891348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/02/useless-life.html' title='Useless Life'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-639969102957527723</id><published>2007-01-27T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:31:26.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beckham Show:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/David-and-Victoria-Beckham-Deny-Their-Marriage-Is-a-Sham-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://news.softpedia.com/images/news2/David-and-Victoria-Beckham-Deny-Their-Marriage-Is-a-Sham-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play Soccer, Live Soccer, Sleep Soccer. Yup probably that would be the theme for Beck's new reality tv show. Fox has lined up a new show for the couple realizing their potential in the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something similar to Newlyweds but this time hopefully it will include Beck's mistresses. Kwakwakwa. Committing incest on national TV .. People are addicted to the wrongs others do and want more of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-639969102957527723?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/639969102957527723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=639969102957527723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/639969102957527723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/639969102957527723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/beckham-show.html' title='The Beckham Show:'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-1793684425504193669</id><published>2007-01-23T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:12:29.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites: The Legend of Sinyu</title><content type='html'>I have met hypocrites every now and then, some of them are just plain poyo or in other words, posers, while the others are ass holes. Talkin about one of these ass holes, I had a few if not many bad experience with this prick. He was the person who keeps on calling me a pervert, accused me of watching porno and performing indecent sexual acts (you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to be accused of doing such things and yet this dickhead kept annoying me with all these crap. I know it sounds stupid but when it's repeatitious it really got into me. His words could be considered as offensive, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the past as somebody found something special that belongs to him (I'm like the 5th person to find out about this). Kwakwakwa. The prick who pretended to be such a saint in front of the girls is in fact not so innocent after all. As a matter of fact, he is more of a pervert than any other person here. What I found was not only disgusting, it was gross. I almost puked. I can't imagine someone could ever have that item in their possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ass hole, now everybody knows about your 'lampu suluh'. Baik ko bunuh diri je. Kwakwakwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-1793684425504193669?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/1793684425504193669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=1793684425504193669&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1793684425504193669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/1793684425504193669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/hypocrites-legend-of-sinyu.html' title='Hypocrites: The Legend of Sinyu'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-4962692790994818412</id><published>2007-01-18T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:09:56.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immaturity</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with Acai and Pisang yesterday/the day before yesterday. Pisang was talking about how our fren Zaid was involved in a accident. Well first of all, Zaid went back to M'sia for the winter break. And you know for sure it's a general fact that there are many fast and furious wannabes a.k.a poser drift. Berlagak cam power but actually not. NATO - No Action Talk Only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, Zaid went out his frens. One of them was driving a NAZA 206 (NAZA version of Peugeot 206) and he was planning on taking Zaid and his frens out. Everybody knows how much quality Malaysian cars have. You can say I'm not optimistic or patriotic, I don't care. That's a fact. Malaysian cars are made of cheap materials. That's why above 150 km/h, these cars are going to shake. That being said, Zaid's fren thinks he's Takumi Fujiwara. For those who don't know who Takumi is, well he is the drift master from Initial D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaid's fren decided to go 160/170 km/h into a bend while his car was between a lorry and another car. 160 into a bend? Is he nuts or what? He didn't even use hand brakes. Pusing stereng je. One side of the car terangkat and the car toppled over. The car ended up lying in the middle of the road on it's side (roof facing left, tyres facing right). Thank god the Zaid and the dudes only got minor injuries. The heck is wrong with the driver. Dude to do a drift you need to change gears and brake not just because to  reduce speed but also to shift the weight from the front to the rear. That's what stabilizes the car and this technique is hard to master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this story, I realized that I was once a speed freak myself. Always wanna drive as fast as I could. The rush I get when I press the gas pedal is like getting an injection of adrenaline. The same feeling I get when I go for a rollercoaster ride. My heart beats faster. Syiok abis. But that was then and this is now. I don't drive like that anymore, especially when there're other people in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm a pussy, but .... if you think rationally the faster you drive the higher the risk it is for you to get into an accident because it's harder to control the car at higher speeds. When there are other people in your car, their lives are on your hands. Do you want your passengers to die under your responsibility? Coz the blame is gonna be on you. You're the driver, everything is gonna be on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what goes on in my mind everytime I start the engine. Responsibility. Not only for other people's life, but also for mine. How it might affect my mom and dad, my family. I don't want them to go through days and nights mourning about my death. That's is the reason why I don't drive fast. Perhaps I'll drive slower when I have my own family. My uncles did the same thing. Speed freaks when they were young, now in the highway 90km/h on a 110km/h limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess growing up has its positive impacts. I think more rationally. I am no more immature. Thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-4962692790994818412?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/4962692790994818412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=4962692790994818412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4962692790994818412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/4962692790994818412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/immaturity.html' title='Immaturity'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-6550053868514063527</id><published>2007-01-15T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:35:34.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>Everybody faces this situation in their lives. A point where they have to choose which path they want to take. I already faced this life changing experience back in sophomore year. It was after my 21st birthday. Prior to that, I was still an immature teenager who was still living his high school days. Yes, in my mind I was still in MRSM PC and 17 years old, even though I was actually already 20+ of age and studying in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth. I'm not making things up here. At that time I was still making dumbass immature jokes. Well the people who have my MSN since freshman year have noticed the wild statements, jokes or accusations I put on my MSN status. The Siti Musliha and the anjing thing were the peak of my humiliation. The dudes here in Madison keep on bringing those up so I guess I have to admit my immaturity had a big impact on my image. I didn't get the respect I deserve or perhaps, since I was acting like a child, I deserved to be treated like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, my 21st bday came and I was suddenly shocked to realize that I was already an adult. I was no more the teenager who could do or say anything he wants without thinking what were the consequences. My problem was I was still thinking and acting like a 17 year old. To change from 17 to 21 years old in a flash was impossible for me and there was a time when I went to an identity crisis phase. It was hard for me. I was afraid what I say might make my friends angry or pissed off coz I do have a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it took me a while, somehow I survived that phase. But now I face a new crossroad; stepping into the working world. I spend my days now looking for jobs instead of registering for classes. I have been spending money on buying formal shirts and pants and ties instead of textbooks. Previously, every mistake I made only affected my grades. From now onwards, I might get my ass fired and that means a lot to me coz I have to survive on my own money now. JPA is not going to aid me with anything. I can't ask my parents for money coz ... I'm not a boy anymore, I am a man and a man has to be responsible for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new world out there for me I'm about to explore. I might face a few challenges, I even might fail and disappoint myself. I just hope that I have the courage to go through those obstacles and bounce back. Hopefully ...... hopefully everything turn out fine for me and I would end up leading a prosperous and wonderful life (crossing my fingers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-6550053868514063527?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/6550053868514063527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=6550053868514063527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/6550053868514063527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/6550053868514063527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-8366866705518219779</id><published>2007-01-05T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:17:19.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Tyson: The Boxing Legend or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZ8XHkuhNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/xPz2LuJenxg/s1600-h/1229061tyson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZ8XHkuhNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/xPz2LuJenxg/s320/1229061tyson1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016753928799336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A legend is a person who has made enormous contribution to the field that person had endured. Muhammad Ali is definitely without a doubt, a legend. Mike Tyson on the other hand is a different case all together. In my personal opinion, Mike was on his way to become a legend in the late 1980s but all that hope faded away once he terminated his relationship with his longtime coach Kevin Rooney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add from bad to worse, Mike was convicted of the rape of Miss Black Rhode Island, Desiree Washington and was sentenced to 6 years in jail. This is when his career started going on the wrong path. Maybe something happened to him in prison. Maybe some redneck sticked his sausage into Mike who knows. But one thing's for sure, after prison, he was never the same fighter he used to be. Did I forget to mention that he converted to Islam. He changed his name to Mike 'Abdul Azez' Tyson. Not sure whether he joined the Nation or the real Islam itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhew, after coming out of prison in 1995, he was eager to prove that he was still a beast inside the ring. He won a couple of matches, got a couple of titles. Easy fights to get the World Boxing Confederation and World Boxing Association titles. When I say easy, I meant easy for Mike coz it didn't take him a long time to defeat his opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the the Mike Tyson - Evander Holyfield match in 1997. I do believe that this match can be considered as the match of the decade. I want to say century but I think that belongs to Muhammad Ali. The Tyson - HolyField match should be put in the record books not because of how good the fight was, but an incident that occured during the match that can be considered as one of the most memorable events in boxing history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident started when Tyson got a 3 inch cut above the right eye. Moreover, Holyfield kept on Zidaning (New word for headbutting - reke sendiri brader) Tyson which really pissed him off. He complained to the referee but the ref totally ignored him. Out of frustation, Tyson bit part of Holyfield's ear twice, left and right. Not sure whether Tyson swallowed that chunk of meat or not. But that was the first time that incident has ever happened in boxing and I'm pretty sure Tyson will be remembered for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now look at him (pic). If he controlled his ego, maintained his discipline, he could have become one of the best and respected boxers out there. But instead he keeps on going in and out of jail. What a waste of talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-8366866705518219779?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/8366866705518219779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=8366866705518219779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/8366866705518219779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/8366866705518219779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/mike-tyson-boxing-legend-or-not.html' title='Mike Tyson: The Boxing Legend or Not?'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZ8XHkuhNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/xPz2LuJenxg/s72-c/1229061tyson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-7517886839867318780</id><published>2007-01-02T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:18:01.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Diamond is mind blowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.epochtimes.com/news_images/2006-12-1-bd_onesheet_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://en.epochtimes.com/news_images/2006-12-1-bd_onesheet_poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Marcus Theatres last Friday with GAYen (Gay Giant), Epul and Manggis. We were like so damn bored that night. Got nothing to do and it was winter break; nobody's in the mood to do anything but sleep. So I figured I might as well just force these jerk offs to the movies since that's the only place we could go, besides Denny's of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, I knew from the beginning that Blood Diamond would be a piece of work not because of Leo DiCaprio but the idea behind the movie itself. If I'm not mistaken I've seen on Oprah how the rebels from different groups fight against each other resulting in enormous bloodshed. Hotel Rwanda also featured the same thing. Even Kanye West wrote a song about how people from certain parts of Africa are oppressed in Diamonds from Sierra Leone. All these sources exposed me to how large the torture and sufferings these people face everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie. Well actually at first, GAYen thought the Pursuit of Happyness starring Will Smith was much more interesting than Blood Diamond, which was I was forced to watch the movie on Thursday since Epul was gullible enough to trust Gayen's words. The damn movie was lame and boring. I fell asleep the moment the movie started until it ended. A good 2 hour sleep but a waste of $8.25. This time I forced the dudes to watch the movie. Somehow rather they caved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into the cinema itself I was already sleepy. Been sleeping all day actually. Takde bende nak buat tido aa. Takkan nak buat cokodok kot. Gile gay. Anyway, from the moment Jennifer Connelly appeared till the end of the movie I was on full alert, like right after taking a can of Red Bull. I didn't know J Connelly was that beautiful until now. In the movie, her eyes was so pretty, I felt as though she was seducing me with her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about a diamond broker from S Africa (Leo), who buys uncut diamonds from the rebels and pays them with a huge number of AK-47s. The rebels murder the village people barbaricly, killing innocent women and children. Men are taken to work at river banks to get the diamonds while the boys are recruited into their army. The boys, mostly below 10 years of age, are trained to shoot at whomever is not part of the rebel. The rebels brainwash these kids into believing that they are fighting for their rights or whuteva. J Connelly plays a journalist with the National Geographic, oursuing a story on these rebels. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZsexDvg4EI/AAAAAAAAABU/21D5qAxbByM/s1600-h/blooddiamond2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZsexDvg4EI/AAAAAAAAABU/21D5qAxbByM/s200/blooddiamond2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015636438174195778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously believe Leo is multitalented, but I have to hand it to Djimon Hounsou (pic). He deserves at least an Oscar nominee for his role in the movie. You may have seen him in The Island. It sometimes amazes me how a nobody can give a performance better than some of his famous Hollywood major counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I give this movie a 4/5 rating. You should definitely check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-7517886839867318780?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/7517886839867318780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=7517886839867318780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/7517886839867318780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/7517886839867318780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-diamond-is-mind-blowing.html' title='Blood Diamond is mind blowing'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZsexDvg4EI/AAAAAAAAABU/21D5qAxbByM/s72-c/blooddiamond2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-3826213520464845368</id><published>2006-12-29T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:29:51.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down the Days</title><content type='html'>I have reached the end of the road now. My days at Madison, Wisconsin are just ticking by. This is the time when events or experiences I had here start to flash through my memory. This is when a person starts to feel sad because he/she have to leave all those great memories with frens behind, and start a new chapter in his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already experienced it before when I had to leave my boarding school, MRSM PC. I know I have mentioned MRSM PC many times in my blog and its very annoying, but the only reason why I do that is, I miss my MRSM PC days a lot. The memories I had with Serip, Lijid, Pok Yie, Jaha and my ex-classmates. The fun days I spent with Badeq, Tajul, JOEHANdsome, Kode a.k.a Adam Z Taylor and my ex-roommates. And my frens Xack, Mazree, Mat Shah and everybody else. All of you just made my experience at Pengkalan Chepa unforgettable. If any of you are wondering why there are no female names, well, MRSM PC is in Kelantan man, go figure. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXHZzvg3_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zIICrDuF_mQ/s1600-h/kale+kubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014133006347067378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXHZzvg3_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zIICrDuF_mQ/s320/kale+kubo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken when everybody was done with the SPM exams. We sort of made our own road trip to Pengkalan Kubor and did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day came for me to leave to school, I felt like crying. No seriously. I'm not being poyo or nak jual minyak to attract the girls. Serious shit sedey gile. I was one of the last dudes to leave my room (dorm room), and everytime one of em' left the room for good, I thought to myself "Holy shit! there's a big chance I'm won't see him ever again (gile gay). Out of my 10 roommates, only 6 I have met, Badeq and Kode obviously dak US, the other dudes either jumpe skali due or none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going through the same emotions all over again. At least Pengkalan Chepa is only 8 hours from KL. Madison is 24 hours away and costs more than a thousand bucks. I know once I leave this place I'm never coming back. Once I step into the airplane, I'm never gonna experience how it feels like to be a badger fan. All the memories I had, can only be remembered through photographs and videos. Here are some of the memories I had here in Madison.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXMszvg4AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H8xjNTgVSDY/s1600-h/Malaysian+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014138830322720770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXMszvg4AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H8xjNTgVSDY/s320/Malaysian+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXNsDvg4BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YL-0NHZeCMs/s1600-h/milwaukee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014139916949446674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXNsDvg4BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YL-0NHZeCMs/s320/milwaukee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXOBjvg4CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_bCiVrSFGkE/s1600-h/wisa16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXOBjvg4CI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_bCiVrSFGkE/s320/wisa16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014140286316634146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXOdjvg4DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AjDJnzPM7VM/s1600-h/Mount+Rushmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXOdjvg4DI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AjDJnzPM7VM/s320/Mount+Rushmore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014140767352971314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic was taken at Mount Rushmore with the dudes from Madison. Gua Spiderman berambut panjang tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know JPA can't wait to give me that flight ticket. But do I want the ticket in the first place? Do I want to step into the plane leaving all the good times behind and get ready for a new challenge? Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-3826213520464845368?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/3826213520464845368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=3826213520464845368&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3826213520464845368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/3826213520464845368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/12/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down the Days'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/RZXHZzvg3_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zIICrDuF_mQ/s72-c/kale+kubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-726915581359428107</id><published>2006-12-23T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:11:37.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolita: Ohhh Yeah Babeh</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. Haven't seen u guys for awhile now. Cut me some slack will ya .. this is my final sem and I desparately need to get the grades. Not that I'm taking many classes actually .. 4 courses that would total only 11 credits, but the thing is 2 of those courses are paper/presentation kind of classes. It's a huge slap on my face coz I'm neither a presenter nor am I a writer. Seriously the main reason why I blog is to improve my writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one of these courses was LCA 300; Introduction to the Middle East. Yes it is a humanities course and since it's a non engineering class all of y'all will assume that it's a piece of cake. Well, not quite. The class talks about a variety of stuff that ranges from the cultures of Middle Eastern people to the U.S - Middle East relations. YAWWWNNNNN. Zzz Zzz Zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I fell asleep everytime I go to class, which would be only 5 times coz after that I couldn't stand being in the damn lecture knowing that I'm not gonna learn anything. Might as well take sweet nap back in my comfy bed. I ended up skipping the whole freaking semester. That's not really a big problem since my instructor gave me take home exams and papers. But when a person skips the whole sem then it's an issue coz I basically knew shit bout the course everytime my instructor gave a paper or an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/ReadingLolitainTehran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/24/ReadingLolitainTehran.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 3 weeks ago, my prof asked the class to write a 6 page paper based on this book "Reading Lolita in Tehran Blahblah by Azar Nafisi". He gave about 2 weeks to do the task. Being the lazy ass mofo that I am, I only bought the book after a week. So I got 1 week to read the damn book and do some writing, while having another 3500 word paper due the same week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about how Iranian women are subjected to gender discrimination by their leaders; which are all men. The women are oppressed, in politics, education or economy. They have no power, no voice and no nothing. Blahblahblah. It's like listening to your mother babbling about what you have done wrong. "Hisyam!!! Dah pukol 5 ptg kenape bilik x kemas lagi. Dah Form 3 pon x reti kemas bilik ke blahblahblahblah" That actually happened to me everyday back then. Yes, my mom calls me Hisyam and no, it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was yawning after reading 5 pages; the book is like 300 pages full of women's issues. No offence but I never had any interest in feminism or terrorism for that matter. To me those who are feminists are lesbians, coz they have a big 'interest' in women. Kwakwakwa. How typical of me. C'mon girls .. men are expected to be shallow minded. So basically the book was boring and I was in no mood to write about feminism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do remember there was this one time when I read in the newspapers about something that happened in Pakistan. This was after the September 11 attacks and the U.S already branded Pakistan to be an Islamic terrorist breeding ground. What had happened was a man and a woman were caught having a relationship. Both of them were from rival tribes in Pakistan. The woman's tribal leaders (which were all men) decided since she humiliated their tribe, the best punishment was to humiliate her and her family. So, the tribal leaders gangraped her. The dude escaped unpunished. Let me remind you that Pakistan not only is considered as an Islamic nation, they are part of the al-Qaeda network. Now, for a country that treats Islam so highly but disrespects women in such a way that the men treat women like slaves, is truly unIslamic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was practically what i wrote in my paper. Goreng2 sikit .. got 6 pages kwakwakwa. To think of it I read less than 30 pages of the book. However, now that the semester's over .. I've got nothing to do. Most of my friends have gone back. Dok menyangap je aaa. I may have to finish reading the other 90 percent of the book just to kill the time. WAAAaaaaaaaa. How pathetic my life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-726915581359428107?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/726915581359428107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=726915581359428107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/726915581359428107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/726915581359428107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/12/lolita-ohhh-yeah-babeh.html' title='Lolita: Ohhh Yeah Babeh'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116586706160187872</id><published>2006-12-11T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:57:41.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak kate Lil Jon, "Whuuttt!!!!"</title><content type='html'>I read this in Utusan today:&lt;br /&gt;"DOHA – Jaguh lumba basikal negara Josiah Ng memecahkan rekod Sukan Asia dalam acara 200 meter pecut lelaki dan kemudian bersama-sama Mohd. Rizal Tisin tidak perlu mengerah tenaga untuk layak ke suku akhir apabila lawan mereka ‘‘tidak muncul kerana takut kepada Si Harimau.”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut kpd Si Harimau?? WTF is that suppose to mean. I know the M'sian contingent is wearing a tiger like tracksuit or whuteva, but takut kpd Si Harimau? Since when did Utusan turned into Dimana Joe Jambul bersama Nurzizi Zulkifli? WOW ingat lagi name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116586706160187872?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116586706160187872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116586706160187872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116586706160187872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116586706160187872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/12/bak-kate-lil-jon-whuuttt.html' title='Bak kate Lil Jon, &quot;Whuuttt!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116569955653419945</id><published>2006-12-09T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:25:56.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd 3 - 1 Manchester JKR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5988/1889/1600/814878/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5988/1889/320/243932/picsrv.manutd.com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes the picture says everything. Man Utd won the derby game, by a 2 goal margin too. Even though Manchester JKR got one goal thru Trabelsi and I have to admit his goal was marvellous, JKR's defense was next to useless. Man Utd's attack force was rioting in front of JKR's goal and the only thing JKR did was they were running around like a bunch of retards who don't know what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 United forwards got a goal each and none of the goals were beautiful actually. They were all because of JKR's defensive errors. If Rooney, Saha and Ronaldo were more consistent/accurate with their shots on goal, they could've gotten 2 or more goals each. That's how easy the JKR's defence was. Even Joey Bontot couldn't do anything to save his team. He was practically invisible throughout the game. Maybe Stephen Ireland got a nice shot at United's goal but Van Der Sar a.k.a "Si Panjang" was all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it, all this while Serip has been bragging about how JKR was going to kick United's ass at Old Trafford. Yeah right. Dream on fat bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ronaldo.devilpage.pl/galeria/pozaboiskowe/cristiano_ronaldo_pozaboiskowe_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ronaldo.devilpage.pl/galeria/pozaboiskowe/cristiano_ronaldo_pozaboiskowe_050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hail Cristiano Ronaldo. He got the Player of the Month award too. IMO, he's going to be United's and perhaps the Premiership's Player of the Season. Ohh c'mon just look at his pretty boy face. Maybe the rest of England still hates him for gettin' Rooney sent off during the World Cup, but I definitely think the girls looovvvvvveeeee him. Muke jambu cam tuh pompuan mane x syioookkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116569955653419945?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116569955653419945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116569955653419945&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116569955653419945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116569955653419945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/12/man-utd-3-1-manchester-jkr.html' title='Man Utd 3 - 1 Manchester JKR'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116490492531413111</id><published>2006-11-30T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:28:16.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you for show G?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skyscrapercity.com/photopost/data/504/9bintangnight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.skyscrapercity.com/photopost/data/504/9bintangnight3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday or the day before I read in Utusan about a Minister who was concern about Bukit Bintang's image, tarnished by the illegal pimping (like there's legal pimping anyways) that's going on in that area. The Minister feared that this might draw the tourists away from Bukit Bintang coz these tourists might feel that it is not safe to hang around or clubbing in BB, bcoz of the hoe's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't understand why the pimping activities would coz a negative impact on tourism for BB. Look at Thailand for instance, European men go there just bcoz they know that they can have sex with underage Asian girls on the cheap. They basically have to pay the price of a 2 litre Coca-Cola bottle to have sex. How awesome is that. That's definitely gonna bring in the Euro currency and help improve the country's currency exchange isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you wanna tell me that it is unethical to do that bcoz Malaysia is an Islamic country whuteva, then why don't you abolish nightclubs and perhaps ban alcohol too. Then Jeslina Hashim can't tell the newspapers that JAIS treated her unfairly, bcoz she can't go to ZOUK in the first place. Warghwarghwargh. "Mak bapak saya cakap saya boleh pakai camni. Kenape JAIS nak hantar saya masuk jail pasal pemakaian x senonoh pulak?" Masalah .. masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, there's another article in Utusan that caught my attention. There was this 77 year old dude who shot his neighbor with a rifle bcoz he taught his neighbor was a monkey on a tree near his house. First of all, why the hell is a 77 year old man handling a rifle? You ain't Dick Cheney man. He should know he's already 77 years old and pretty much has useless eyesight, why operate a damn rifle in the first place? I know that old man is practically blind, but it is so hard to distinguish a man from a monkey? Dah aaa jiran sendiri pon x kenal ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live a weird world where things that make no sense at all keep on occuring. What happened to the old fashioned murder/snatch/rape cases? Bukan dulu byk kes rogol ke? Takkan perogol2 sume mogok kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'm not saying the rapists should start raping people. I was just being sarcastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116490492531413111?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116490492531413111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116490492531413111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116490492531413111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116490492531413111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-for-show-g.html' title='Are you for show G?'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116481721353971152</id><published>2006-11-29T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:06:02.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5988/1889/1600/374846/Present%20sikit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5988/1889/320/348713/Present%20sikit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past 2 weeks, I've had 2 big presentations. I haven't had any presentations in English since my English 118 days and that was in Freshman year. There is a huge difference between presenting in English 118 and in a technical communicaions class, EPD 397. In 118, everybody in that class comes from a non-English speaking background and their english sucked just as bad as mine. You don't really give a shit if you make grammatical mistakes or you just can't fine the right words to describe what you're saying; because in that class you are expected to make those silly idiotic errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely not the case in EPD 397. The majority of my classmates are white males (there is one white chick and she's cute too WOWIE). There are a couple of Asians but they are either Asian-Americans or Asians who have lived in the States for a couple of years before going to college. And then there's me, a dude who only started speaking English in Freshman year, or perhaps Sophomore coz most of the time I hanged out with Malaysian anyways so not much of English was used then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was then and this is now. My English is probably 10 times better than it was in Freshman year but still not good enough compared to the Americans. As a matter of fact, like a month ago I had to give a 2 minute talk in front of the class and I was already a nervous wreck. I know it's only 2 minutes but the thing is I have a phobia speaking in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do have a fear that people might laugh at me when I talk and this has been going on since the start of my school days or perhaps even kindergarten. If you have read my first couple of writings on this blog, like a year ago or something I wrote about how I got badwool to be the address of my blog. Yes that's how I would pronouce my own name back in day, even until I was 16 years old. Everybody in the class laughed at me, including the teachers everytime I introduced myself. How the hell do you think I felt when even my closest friends were ROFL coz I couldn't say my own name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a month or two after I entered MRSM PC did I first able to pronounce my own name the right way. I remembered during the first week I called Serip, Aswif and he didn't even realize I was calling him. I was the only one in the school who called him Omar (His name is Asrif Omar). But that all changed after a couple of weeks, I actually practiced pronouncing the letter 'r' since elementary/primary school but I only got it right at the age of 16. You heard that? Nak sebut huruf R pon kene practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, bcoz I had that fear of being laughed at, I was practically shaking in front of those people, both in my group and individual presentation. Both presentation lasted about 15 minutes. I mean my fingers were trembling. Somehow I kept on doing 'uhhh' and 'aaaa'. I could at least practice for the presentation part, but there was still the Question &amp; Answer session. That's the part where I got grilled 'well done'. I just didn't know what to expect from my instructor of my classmates. Sometimes they'll ask you like super hard core questions, that requires you to think outside the box or whuteva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what actually happened during my group presentation. My instructor told commented "That's not what the question is asking you to do. You're suppose to be talking bout how blahblahblah." Kantoi depan sume org. My group was so shocked, we were basically speechless. Didn't know how to defend ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for my research paper was about the Environmental Impacts of Using Palm Oil as a Biofuel. My individual presentation wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. None of my classmates no anything about Palm Oil. warghwarghwargh. All of them asked me stupid questions, it wasn't challenging at all. Thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116481721353971152?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116481721353971152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116481721353971152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116481721353971152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116481721353971152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/presentation-woes.html' title='Presentation woes'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116434346991339728</id><published>2006-11-23T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:44:29.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I sleepwalking??</title><content type='html'>I checked my domain and somehow it worked aaa plak. I guess the website yg bagi domain tuh down je for a lil while ... haha gua cuak lebey aaa plak .. terase cam dah jadik bes fren Tai sial haha tenang Tai tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now back to www.badrulhisyam.com woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116434346991339728?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116434346991339728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116434346991339728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116434346991339728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116434346991339728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-i-sleepwalking.html' title='Was I sleepwalking??'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116431395536107457</id><published>2006-11-23T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:32:35.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Badrul Hisyam No More</title><content type='html'>somehow the domain I bought isn't working anymore. It actually makes me proud to have my own name as the domain coz it ain't easy to see ur own name on the world wide web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously because I owned badrulhisyam.com, everytime somebody keys in badrul hisyam in google, my blog would be #1. Now I guess I just loss the domain that I loved so much haha SS sikit (SS stands for Syok Sendiri btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on it's just badwool.blogspot.com je.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116431395536107457?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116431395536107457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116431395536107457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116431395536107457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116431395536107457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/badrul-hisyam-no-more.html' title='Badrul Hisyam No More'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116372352950682401</id><published>2006-11-16T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:38:22.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FBI finally catches last Osama Bin Laden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/scan0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/scan0001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warghwarghwargh .. just playin this picture was taken during the Halloween parade on State St. at my university. This year's celebration wasn't as smashing as it used to be for the last couple of years I've been here. Mr Po-Po (as in the police if u didn't know) wanted to prevent riots and weirds things from occuring; it actually happened bout 2 years ago. Yes Madtowners are crazy people indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the city of Madison did was charging 5 bucks per head. They said the reason behind this was last year the cost of controlling 100,000 drunk college students was about $400,000; that includes the police, stadium sized lights, etc. I guessed those leher merahs figured that if we charge the kids 5 bucks, we might get half a mil. Throw in a couple of lame concerts by bands nobody has ever heard off, we got ourselves a god damn celebration yeehaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn those leher merahs. The parade sucked Steve-O's balls for real. First let me say that I wasn't in any costume as the dudes over here weren't in the 'mood'. It's the time of the month kot haha. Men have that too sometimes. I suggested that since everybody yg pegi was in the soccer team why don't we dress as soccer players? We don't have to waste our money buying costumes isn't it? Those lame ass MOFOS ROFL at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one with some Halloween spirit even though I wasn't in my Johnny Depp Pirate wannabe costume. I had the time of my life last year. The dudes I went with were in the mood for some partyin' and I enjoyed every single moment of it. Too bad my last Halloween here (hopefully it's not) in Madison is the lousiest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116372352950682401?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116372352950682401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116372352950682401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116372352950682401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116372352950682401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/fbi-finally-catches-last-osama-bin.html' title='FBI finally catches last Osama Bin Laden'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116293429120049416</id><published>2006-11-07T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:34:06.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS loses it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/SMS0498_KLIA_AirAsia_MAS_cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/SMS0498_KLIA_AirAsia_MAS_cs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look at the picture you'll know what I'm talking about. The fight to be the best Malaysian airline company. MAS has established itself as the frontrunner in this competition as it has been in the airline business for awhile now.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/main_players.jpg?uniq=m0xecr"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/main_players.jpg?uniq=m0xecr" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember the first time I flew with MAS. I was in standard 4 and my family went back to Penang the end of the year school break. But actually that wasn't the main reason why we went back, I was going to have my circumcision ceremony done over there. Everything went smooth and then my dad realizes that it's not a good idea to bring me to KL in the car, coz I'll be sitting at the backsit with my 3 sisters and my crotch would be crammed. My dick would hurt so bad, I would wish " Ohh God .. Why didn't you gave me a vagina???". Therefore, my father bought the flight tickets for me and my mom. Guess what was on my mind when I first stepped into the plane? Like any other man .. I thought about my dick. At least I got an excuse. I had to pull my pants in the crotch area, making sure my pants didn't touch my package. Boys, you would understand the first couple of days of circumcision. It was so embarassing. I couldn't even enjoy my first flight pon.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Mu_Airbus_-Tail1.jpg?uniq=m0xee9"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Mu_Airbus_-Tail1.jpg?uniq=m0xee9" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, back MAS vs AirAsia. AirAsia has established itself as a low budget carrier in Malaysia. I mean they were selling flight tickets for as low as RM9.99. Sape xnak beli. MAS was still the premier airline and AirAsia was just a lousy cheapskate low class airline. But all this changed when AirAsia signed a multi million dollar contract with Manchester United. AirAsia was going to be one of many Manchester United sponsors.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/p8planne.jpg?uniq=m0xeef"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/p8planne.jpg?uniq=m0xeef" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got to hand it to Tony Fernandes. How he took AirAsia from a debt-ridden airline that was about to go bankcrupt to a very successful company that's making more money than Malaysia Airlines. Tony said so himself, he bought the company for only 1 ringgit, because AirAsia had so many debts to companies such as Petronas, MAS and Malaysian Airports. Nobody's gonna sell an airline company for 1 ringgit if it only owes a couple of hundred bucks. The debts were in millions and millions of ringgit.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/manu_airboard2.jpg?uniq=m0xedx"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/manu_airboard2.jpg?uniq=m0xedx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now the company's doing so well that they have extended their deal with Man Utd. You can see AirAsia on the advertisement board by the sidelines in Old Trafford. How awesome is that?? Everytime Man Utd plays at home you can see AirAsia displayed on the boards. I know I'm not that patriotic but seeing that just makes me proud of being a Malaysian. Tony Fernandes took AirAsia from the lowest of lows to a height where people had never imagine the airline would go. Now AirAsia is not only doing local flights, they have Indon and Thai branches of AirAsia too. Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, China and Macau are all covered.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/manu_15.jpg?uniq=m0xedr"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/manu_15.jpg?uniq=m0xedr" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAS on the other hand ain't doing so good. They've posted quarterly loss for local flights so many times. I guess they are paying their stewards/ess too much but all stewards/ess do is sleep around and make porn movies. warghwarghwargh. Kidding. Don't wanna get my ass sued. MAS is so jealous of AirAsia's success that they'll do anything to get people to buy their tickets.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/MAS.JPG?uniq=m0xee3"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/MAS.JPG?uniq=m0xee3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one example. C'mon man. How low can you get?? Malaysian Airlines is suppose to be the pride of the nation. MAS is suppose to carry our country's name along with theirs. But putting their name on somebody's breasts just to get the attention?? If a company like AirAsia can make deals with Man Utd why can't MAS. Even though I like looking at breasts (duuhh), but when I saw MAS's logo on em', I was really embarassed. It's like MAS is so desperate, they'll do whatever it takes to get their tickets sold. I guess the people at MAS figured that since there'll be a lot of people looking at the girls' breasts, then those people will definitely see our logo. Be more professional will ya. Use your freakin brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116293429120049416?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116293429120049416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116293429120049416&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116293429120049416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116293429120049416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/11/mas-loses-it.html' title='MAS loses it'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116234090130318970</id><published>2006-10-31T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:56:26.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Northwestern develops brand new retards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, before I start my blog I would like to say that I'm proud I chose Uni of Wisconsin coz the dudes here are all low profile .. rilek2 je even though ade sorang due beyonce wannabe .. bebudak sume x menggelabah.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/photo74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/photo74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was working at the library and got so bored, I decided to have a look at Cilipadi's website. I found their organization to be fun and really 'active'. By active I mean .. retarded.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/photo113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/photo113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the pictures, it's obvious Asrif is the most retardest compared to Alip, Reza, Azman or Jering. If there were a World's Most Retardest contest, he would have won it. Hell he might be the president of Retard Association of America.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/photo50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/photo50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If somehow you have some sympathy for these Northwestern retards, don't bother wasting your time. These dudes have to be bitchslapped a couple of times and forced to smell Baron Studdard's fart.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/photo41.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/photo41.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://groups.northwestern.edu/cilipadi/index.html"&gt;Cilipadi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Photos were taken and modified without the permission of Cilipadi. The photos were too stupid, I had to copy 'em.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/photo65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/photo65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116234090130318970?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116234090130318970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116234090130318970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116234090130318970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116234090130318970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/northwestern-develops-brand-new.html' title='Northwestern develops brand new retards'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116233919079895651</id><published>2006-10-31T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:14:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya (Jodeq Style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EW2dUHbtRdw"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EW2dUHbtRdw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="340"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this video in my 2nd year celebrating Raya oversees. This was when my mini-dv was still functioning. The guys from OSU did their own 'pengemuman Raya' thing, somehow Madi, Jodeq and I were interested in making Madison's own 'pengemuman Raya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Jodeq mmg xde halnye, either he loves performing or he likes doing embarassing things. We didn't have any idea where to shoot the video, so we decided my living room would be the 'ideal' location. Both Madi and I hanged some sejadahs in the background to create a warmth Raya feeling I guess. Arrange some Raya cards too at the back. Mmg stok xde modal nye. Nampak sgt production house xde duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the set up wasn't as fascinating as a Raya Bersama Wings di TV9, Jodeq made the video something worthwhile to watch, probably because he's a born entertainer. He can always crack a joke or two at anytime. He was the man who made the video special. Long Live Jodeq.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/normal_rm50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/normal_rm50.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kepada sume pembace blog aku yg setia, nih duit raya utk korang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116233919079895651?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116233919079895651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116233919079895651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116233919079895651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116233919079895651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya-jodeq-style.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya (Jodeq Style)'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116205844057960068</id><published>2006-10-28T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:18:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Alif Ba Ta</title><content type='html'>This year's raya celebration was the best I've ever experienced throughout my 4 years here in the States. In case you're not from Madison, Wisconsin, we had our celebration and bacaan takbir at the Alif Ba Ta Frat house. It was on the last day of Ramadhan and we were all on Raya mood at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a weekend, we had time plenty of time to prepare the food. The seniors (I'm considered as a super senior I guess), the batch after mine wanted to throw a big ass Raya celebration and since the boys had a big house to themselves, it was decided that on the eve of Raya we would be having a Malaysian style frat party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about it was the food as that was the first time I have ever tasted lemang in the States. The boys with the help of Mr. Kerol did the lemang. Kerol also oversaw the rendang ayam and daging which I guess was the reason why the food tasted like we ordered it straight from M'sia. It was overwhelming as when we tasted the lemang, it felt like we were back home celebrating with our families.&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_01.JPG?uniq=5wxqz9"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_01.JPG?uniq=5wxqz9" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_02.JPG?uniq=5wxqzf"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_02.JPG?uniq=5wxqzf" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_03.JPG?uniq=5wxqzl"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_03.JPG?uniq=5wxqzl" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_04.JPG?uniq=5wxqzr"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_04.JPG?uniq=5wxqzr" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_06.JPG?uniq=5wxqzx"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/raya06_06.JPG?uniq=5wxqzx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit that after spending close to 4 years here, I almost lost my raya spirit totally. I guess I assimilated into the American society who are cultureless and believe that traditional values are for conservatives only. Those valuse are going to keep us from moving forward and thinking outside the box. Prior to the celebration, I assumed that Raya was gonna past just like that, as I have an exam and a paper the coming week. I wasn't even thinking of Raya at all. But these guys reminded me how fun it was to celebrate Raya and I enjoyed every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand it to the guys at Alif Ba Ta for their efforts in making this year's Raya a good closure to my 4 year stint in the States. You guys really outdid yourselves. Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116205844057960068?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116205844057960068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116205844057960068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116205844057960068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116205844057960068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-alif-ba-ta.html' title='Hari Raya Alif Ba Ta'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116173786224245022</id><published>2006-10-24T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:24:24.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Berita Terkini Hiburan Sensasi</title><content type='html'>I just read on Utusan Online that Siti Nurhaliza got a Datuk from Sultan Pahang. I thought to get a Datuk one has to do something really big like Datuk Azhar Mansor or Datuk Michele Yeoh or perhaps make some contributions to the society. What kind of contribution did Siti gave us? Her songs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on aaa .. just because your marriage ceremony was broadcast live on TV doesn't mean you're the most important person in the world. According to Utusan, "Siti sebelum ini dianugerahi Darjah Kebesaran Keempat Negeri Pahang - Ahli Ahmad Shah Pahang (AAP), Paduka Mahkota Perak (PMP) dan Johan Setia Mahkota (JSM)." Damn byk gile pangkat minah nih dpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember, during Siti's wedding ceremony, Sultan Pahang was invited to do the 'tepak sirih' thing for Siti and Datuk K. No wonder he gave her the Datuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Utusan article is &lt;a href="http://utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2006&amp;dt=1024&amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;sec=Dalam_Negeri&amp;pg=dn_01.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this mistake but it's not 'tepak sirih' that Sultan Pahang was invited to do but it was 'merenjis'. I just remembered I saw the Tepak Sirih at the United Nations in New York and then I remembered I did the 'merenjis' thing at Suri's wedding. Hahaha .. sendiri buat pon boley lupe. I guess if I took Malay Culture 101, I would fail the class haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116173786224245022?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116173786224245022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116173786224245022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116173786224245022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116173786224245022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/berita-terkini-hiburan-sensasi.html' title='Berita Terkini Hiburan Sensasi'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116165650246711768</id><published>2006-10-23T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:49:06.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You ... Man Utd (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>After Man Utd became the treble winners in 1999, their form on the field wasn't as good as it used to be. They fluctuated between 1st and 3rd for a couple of seasons. To add to that misery, Becks left the club in 2003 after he had a row with the MAN himself, Ferguson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, on the same year, Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich bought Chelsea FC for a reported £60 million and have spent more than £200 million rebuilding the squad, buying world class players such as Shevchenko, Robben and Ballack. He basically bought every seasons' premiership title with his wealth, putting more pressure on Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this was the reason why Ruud van Nistelrooy was sold to Real Madrid last season. Fergie wanted his players to perform at the time when the team was trailing Roman's boys. Somehow Ruud couldn't find his form and Fergie quickly opted for Saha. Time and time again Ruud had to start on the bench, which made him pissed off at Fergie. I mean Ruud is a world class striker and if 70,000 fans can scream Ruuuuudd everytime he scores, that shows how important Ruud is to the squad. The row started and that ended Ruud's career at Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years since I started criticizing the club that I have loved for more than 10 years. I'm angry at Fergie for selling influential players like Becks and Ruud, and I'm also pissed off at the club for not spending enough money on buying world class players. The club earns around £160 million a year (that doesn't include Glazers loan to buy the club) but last summer they only spent £17 million on Carrick. BTW, who the hell is Carrick anyways? When Man Utd could have bought cheap world class players from Juventus, they opted for a nobody from Spurs. WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger just keeps on piling up and yet everytime they play in the Premiership or the Champions League, I'll be watching whether on TV or streaming online. I just can't keep my mind off of them. No matter how much I hate the club, I'll keep on supporting them. My undying devotion towards Man Utd will remain til the day I die. I guess I'm in the same situation as Jimmy Fallon in Fever Pitch. When you have loved someone/something for so long, you will love that person/thing no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_24.JPG?uniq=5wdvoq"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_24.JPG?uniq=5wdvoq" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_03_1.JPG?uniq=5wdvok"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_03_1.JPG?uniq=5wdvok" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_02.JPG?uniq=5wdvoe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Manchester_02.JPG?uniq=5wdvoe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were taken when I went to Old Trafford, I would never imagine myself going there my whole life but thank god I had the opportunity. Even though I had limited amount of money to spend on my Eurotrip, I still managed to spend a couple of pounds on Man Utd souvenirs. These items will remain close to my heart til I hold my last breath. If anybody wants to take them away from me, he/she can walk over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Man%20U_02.JPG?uniq=5wdvo8"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Man%20U_02.JPG?uniq=5wdvo8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Man%20U_01.JPG?uniq=5wdvo2"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/Man%20U_01.JPG?uniq=5wdvo2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I could, I would like to be buried wearing nothing but my Man Utd flag. Since that's against my religious believes, maybe I could give it to my kid and hence create a tradition in my family. Just like Serip, he followed his dad's love for Man City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend, my heart jumps and I would get goosebumps thinking about whether or not the Devils are gonna win. My craze for Man Utd can't be describe in words. I love you ... Man Utd, with all my heart and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116165650246711768?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116165650246711768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116165650246711768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116165650246711768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116165650246711768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you-man-utd-part-2.html' title='I Love You ... Man Utd (Part 2)'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116129203098541433</id><published>2006-10-19T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:29:31.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you .... Man Utd (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Since everybody is writing about their favorite football club, Serip has written numerous times bout Man City, and Samer and Jeghi both have written bout Liverpool, it's my turn to say something bout my passionate love affair with a club called Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5Tza_nTn3M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M5Tza_nTn3M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for Man Utd started back in the early 90s when Steve Bruce was still playing in defense for the Red Devils. Back then, Man Utd was dominating the English Premiership just like Barisan Nasional had total power over M'sian politics. Nobody could touch them. It was like they had supernatural powers (they - Man Utd n BN) krohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd was continuously winning games and sometimes against their bitter sweet rivals which at that time was Liverpool; Arsenal and Chelsea followed behind. Man City was never to be found. City was probably in Division 2, a league they are supposed to be right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I fell for Man Utd? Well the Devils were the biggest thing to ever happened to English Football. Like I said they 'were', because up until when Abrahamovic bought Chelsea, everytime the media mentioned something about the Premiership, Man Utd was definitely in them. From Fergie's golden boys to back to back championships to the England squad having more than 5 Man Utd players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah one more, the legend himself .. there were two legends (from 90s till now) actually or perhaps 3?? Well Ruud and Becks are playing at Real Madrid right now so that means only man stands tall above the rest .. he could perhaps be the best Man Utd player ever. It's Eric Cantona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantona was revered by football fans as one of the biggest stars of modern football. His skills, ball control and maturity on the field made him known around the world and even Malaysia. I have to admit I was a huge Cantona fan myself coz everytime I got a glimpse of him on TV (back then you can't see much of football), I would be amazed at how calm he was at controlling the ball and the play of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there was one time he did a back heel when an opponent was trying to mark him. The movements of Cantona's body and legs were so subtle that not only the opponent didn't expect what he was doing but the crowd too. Everybody was at awe by how smooth he did the backheel that even Fergie was smilling at the dug out. And everybody could recognize his signature, his collars lifted everytime he played, like he was in the mob. He was a gangstar on the field allright. I try to forget the incident when he kung fued a crystal palace fan, that was a dark moment in every Man Utd fan's memory of their fav football club. But who really gives a rats ass about Crystal Palace (or Man City) anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, Cantona was like Michael Jordan for bball fans in the states. Everybody was like trying to imitate what he was doing on the field, including me even though I wasn't that good back then (cam bagus aa skrang). I guess that was the reason why Cantona came out with he own line of clothing called Cantona7 and I was a sucker for it. When I was in Melawati High School, every boy was either wearing Jun Saito or Cantona7 trousers to school. I remembered on the weekends I have frequent Sg Wang just to go to the Cantona7 shop. It just gave me pleasure to wear trousers that have a tag on the side, with the number 7 written on it and Cantona7 stitched on the top of the right back pocket. Felt like a gangstar wearing those pants coz in school only the badboys had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Man Utd fanatism reached its peak when the Devils clinched back to back Premiership titles and also the winners of the UEFA Champions League. There were critics who said that Bayern Munchen were the ones who deserved to be the 1999 champs of Europe. I mean, Man Utd were trailing until the 90th minute when Sheringham scored the equaliser and a minute later Solskjaer scored the winner, and the rest was history. People can say it was pure luck but which football game isn't. It don't matter how good you are if lady luck ain't on your side, you ain't gonna win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116129203098541433?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116129203098541433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116129203098541433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116129203098541433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116129203098541433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-you-man-utd-part-1.html' title='I love you .... Man Utd (part 1)'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116086545777994235</id><published>2006-10-14T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:39:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Konsert Amal Utk Kanak2 Yatim Piatu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIniFiR8M8w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIniFiR8M8w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku xtau aaa mamat nih mmg bermasalah betul .. si pa'jan tgh study kat tepi tuh die boley buat konsert amal plak .. kalau sedap xpe gak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pon record trus aaaa utk tatapan seisi keluarga. Enjoy everybody .. Sorry kerol lawak sgt aa terpakse aku tayang video ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116086545777994235?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116086545777994235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116086545777994235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116086545777994235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116086545777994235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/konsert-amal-utk-kanak2-yatim-piatu.html' title='Konsert Amal Utk Kanak2 Yatim Piatu'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116069804699907428</id><published>2006-10-12T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:50:34.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eimranians 99/00</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/pengetua.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/pengetua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left Jaha, I.K, ME, Serip, Pengetua, Talahah, Lijid, Zarif, Taufiq, Pok Yie, Segho and Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's me in the picture and I know my hairdo sucked .... It's been awhile since the last time I talked to any of my ex-classmates ..the boys I mean .. except for serip, we keep in touch almost a couple of times a week. Feels like a decade ago was the moment we last spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember during the orientation week we had to perform a dikir barat (DB)with some dudes from other classes but the majority of the boys went to a Pengakap camping trip. So, at that time we only have like 10 dudes and I was the only non-Kelantanese/T'ganu in the DB team. Serip poser Kelantanese nak buat camne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine performing a DB performance with 10 boys. Sorang tukang karut, sorang tukang ketuk baldi dan sorang tukang goncang bende yg ade bijik sagu/beras tuh. I forgot the name. And we were left with 7 to sing the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, after the Kelantanese dudes wrote the DB song, yes they wrote the song themselves .. power tak ingat .. it was time for everybody to start singing. The first time we practiced singing the song everybody forgot that there was a non-kelantanese/T'ganu dude in the team who neither has any experience performing DB nor has he seen a DB performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat skola2 KL mane standard perform DB .. nanti bebudak modern nih cakap kite conservative or whuteva. Kalau performance kat Melawati high school pon panggil MOB, that's Melawati Old Boys yang ade nyanyi lagu skali ngan Too Phat tuh .. I forgot the name of the song though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the DB performance, realizing that I don't have prior experience bout DB (Serip berlagak cam die born and raise kat Kelantan), Pok Yie suddenly said " Ho bado, cubo mu teghay nyanyi sikik .. mu soghe jah nyanyi .. nok pastike sebute mu betul deh .. mu buke oghe Kelate ke..." I was like WTF??? Natang mende mamat nih cakap satu bende aku x paham. Serip laa jugak being the Kelantan poser that he is .. translated for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I was like WTF, camne nak nyanyi nih. Did forget to mention that the song is in kecek kelate? Yes!! I was in a room surrounded by strangers who want me to perform something that I have never seen, and sing a song from a language I have never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was staring at me .. including Serip(budget Kelantan abis aaaa) !#@$!@#$! aaAAAaa!!! So, I started singing .. the second I finished the first line, everybody was laughing at me again including Serip (Dok Subang nak berlagak cam org Kelantan lak). I was so freaking annoyed. They were ROFL their asses off. Panas gile. I was like mmg garenti aku kene pulau ngan bebudak nih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a matter of fact, they did teach me how to pronouce every word even though there were some laughs in the way. I had to practice really hard coz those words I have never heard before in my entire life. I was like learning a new language and I had to sing in that language in a week. It was tough memorizing it but I made through come the performance night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we only had 10 dudes, others had between 15 to 20, our performance was awesome primarily because we only had one non-Kelantanese in the group, me. And the good thing bout it was there were 5 groups performing and we got 3rd. How great was that? With 10 guys, we defeated 2 other groups. Bangge aa jugak kan. Because the amount of time I spent learning the song until now I can still remember the chorus. Yes I can still remember it even after 7 years and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emareseng Pengkale Chepo, hey!,&lt;br /&gt;Maktak Bitagha tahung pertamo,&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu-cikgu hebak berpengalame,&lt;br /&gt;Banyok ghage dale pelajaghe, hey!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apo kaba cikgu-cikgu .. hok kito semuo,&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu-cikgu .. kami semuo dagoke ilmu,&lt;br /&gt;haghak buwi tapo sege silu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing that I got from the DB performance was that was the reason why within a month I could understand the words that were coming out of my Kelantanese/T'ganu classmates. Yes, it took me a month. Before that I could only have a conversation with Serip but sometimes Serip nak poser Kelantan die, ditched me and hanged around with the Kelantanese dudes, so gua xde member aa basically. Some KL dudes even took like 6 months to understand the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kecek kelate is a lil rusty now since I haven't talked in Kelantanese in awhile but I can still understand it though the basic conversation and maybe talk a lil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116069804699907428?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116069804699907428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116069804699907428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116069804699907428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116069804699907428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/eimranians-9900.html' title='Eimranians 99/00'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-116069598822173855</id><published>2006-10-12T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:33:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup PAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40945000/jpg/_40945630_aziz203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40945000/jpg/_40945630_aziz203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really weird and I'm not sure where I read this news. I heard that PAS Kelantan is offering RM 10,000 to those who marry  non-Muslims. They will get their 10 large after their spouse converted to Islam of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think it's strange it is to offer someone money for inviting a person to join Islam. I always believe that if a person wants to convert to Islam, he/she has to do it because his/her heart tells him/her that that's the right thing to do. Even though the other spouse is getting the money, he/she should have invite the non-Muslim to join the religion because he/she believes its the right thing to do not because of 10 grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think deeply, RM10,000 is a lot of money and it is so tempting that you can't hardly say no. It is sort of like a catalyst .. suddenly you feel like you want to marry a non-Muslim because at the back of your mind you want that cash. You can buy nice clothes, pay the deposit for a new car or house and perhaps pay for your honeymoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it really attracts the attention of Muslims into inviting non-Muslims into Islam and marrying them. Maybe the initial intention was wrong but at least the person invited a non-Muslim into Islam, right? Maybe later the converted one can start learning about Islam or whuteva. But still I have to hand it to PAS .. that's a good tactic .. a little bit dirty but gets the job done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-116069598822173855?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/116069598822173855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=116069598822173855&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116069598822173855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/116069598822173855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/hidup-pas.html' title='Hidup PAS'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115999040483317256</id><published>2006-10-04T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:28:00.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Speech</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I bought USA TODAY. Yes I did buy USA TODAY and yes I do read newspapers. What I found so amusing but somehow pissed me off was that bloggers right now are being sued, up to millions. This article was on the front page of USA TODAY for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there was this dude who got charged with DUI, so he got a lawyer. After the procedings started, the dude somehow had a fight with the lawyer so he fired him (the lawyer). Then, in his blog he wrote bad things about the lawyer for example, and I quote from USA TODAY ".. blog was accusing the lawyer of bribing judges on behalf of drug dealers." The dude was instructed by the court to pay the lawyer $50,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to support the dude or to criticize him. On one hand, what the dude did was wrong. A person just can't falsely accuse other people of doing such things especially when it might affect other people's profession and also dignity. Kutuk Siti ngan Datuk K xpe aaa. Aku tgk misai Datuk K tuh aku dah panas. Die mengingatkan aku kpd seseorang dari Chicago yang ku amat tidak suke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was talking about, the dude. Yes I do think it was wrong for him to say things that might harm the lawyers credibility and reputation. But on the other hand, I do believe in Freedom of Speech. Every person has the right to voice out their opinion no matter how bad it sounds. It's a way to encourage open-minded thinking I guess because when you write about something, people who read the blog have the opportunity to comment on it and this will be a catalyst to start a discussion on the idea that the blog first wanted to express. Bapak complex ayat, aku bace balik pon x paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just want to say something about my blog. I would like to thank everybody who have been regularly reading my thoughts that I jot down on this blog. I'm really happy that this blog even though there's nothing fancy about it, can reach 5000 hits in less than a year. Thank you for sticking by this blog all this while. If you keep on checking out my blog then I will continue bringing interesting things for you to read. Again, thank you.&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.eff.org/br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.eff.org/br/br.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&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/19212582-115999040483317256?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115999040483317256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115999040483317256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115999040483317256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115999040483317256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom-of-speech.html' title='Freedom of Speech'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115964999282085711</id><published>2006-09-30T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:31:33.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Datuk K invests his sausage in CTbank</title><content type='html'>First of all, I know I should've talked about this like a month ago but I've been busy with Career Fair and stuff plus my New York trip made me postponed the topic until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Datuk K. I heard this from somebody I just met. I don't wanna say it's the truth bcoz I don't have the facts. It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not. Nanti cakap aku fitnah plak. Anyhew, Datuk K or Datuk Khalid Jiwa started as a bank clerk/officer. Somehow he met Tengku Zawyah Tengku Izham and ended up marrying her. How he met her I don't know .. maybe he had connections or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marrying the royal family, he got all the connections and money that he needed. I mean when you're married to the royals, you're bound to meet the rich and the famous. Then, he started building his own empire from his wife's cash which would mount to millions. After about 10-15 years, he already established himself in the political as well as the economic scene. I'm not sure about this (forgot kind of) but Datuk K met Siti through a function that one of his companies held. From then on, he started pursuing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may asked how an attractive woman like Siti can be attracted to a rotten fruit like Datuk K. Well according to celebvids.co.uk, he lured her with a Mercedes CLS350 worth about RM900,000 and a house worth more than RM1 million. Nak ngorat Siti kene belanje sampai 2 juta ... damn G. Mr. Tarudin without thinking straight away gave Datuk K the green light. C'mon man .. org kampung dpt 2 juta mau pikir lagi buat ape? kawin trus aaa. But Datuk K and Siti didn't get married right away. They did go out for sometime before tying the knot. Datuk K had his divorce papers to think about at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the dating/luring process didn't take a long time. If you think about it, if you're a 50 year old pervert and you're dating the most popular singer in Malaysia and Indonesia who's earning pretty much RM1 million a year, would you think twice about marrying her? To get Siti he had to get rid of his wife Tengku Zawyah (not by killing her duh). Tengku Z asked for 2 bungalows worth RM1.8 million, cash and probably some properties totaling about RM 9 million. He agreed to all her demands and the divorce was settled. Datuk K was single again and free to marry Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the wedding ceremony. It was held at the KL Convention Centre and was broadcast live on TV3. Mawi and Ina/Ani's dialogue thing was shown live on RTM. That's not the stupid part yet. What shocked me was I heard that this was talked about in the Parliament. The Parliament members discussed about which event they want to broadcast on RTM. What in the world is actually wrong with Malaysians nowadays? If our political leaders are already that stupid, how are we suppose to trust them into improving our country and help us move towards Wawasan 2020 ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't they be talking about our country's economy or education or something that's useful and beneficial to all Malaysians ?? Why should we give a rats ass about Siti Nurhaliza getting married when there're wars going on in the Middle East? It's not like Siti is going to lose her virginity on national television. Then, it's definitely worth it. But, apparently the majority of Malaysians do care about Siti and that's why she and Datuk K got RM1million from TV3 for the wedding ceremony at KLCC. Moreover, there were thousands of Siti's fans at KLCC wanting to watch her tie the knot. If I'm not mistaken, the event was even broadcast on prime time (8 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Siti Nurhaliza is the most popular singer in Malaysia and Indonesia. She could be the most popular porn star for all I care. But this obsession with her has got to stop NOW! Don't you think it's crazy to choose Siti's wedding over prime time news? I remember when I was kid my dad used to tell me that 8 pm is news time. Until today he will never let me or my siblings watch anything other than the news at 8pm. I don't why but Malaysia has become more and more ridiculous over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeQ/view-image/datuk-k-tgh-steam-x-ingat-tuh-..-cover-ngan-bantal-baik-puny.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377632/29siti.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeY/view-image/sultan-pahang-pon-nak-menyelit-gak.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377640/sultanpahang.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeU/view-image/warghwarghwargh-siti-nurhaliza-menjadi-milikku-juga.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377636/22539377680ad3b27a7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeT/view-image/look-how-big-the-wedding-ceremony-is.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377635/29siti3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeW/view-image/siti-cube-mengusya-peminat2-yg-x-dpt-masuk-..-%22padan-muke%21%22-.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377638/siti1a.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeR/view-image/siti-nye-bridesmaid-boley-tahan-gak.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377633/29siti2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeX/view-image/mlm-nih-siap-kau-aku-kerjekan.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377639/siti33.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1AeV/view-image/bapak-ramai-org-dtg-..-mengalahkan-sambutan-hari-merdeka.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/377637/crowd.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on Siti in &lt;a href="http://utusan.com.my/utusan/content.asp?y=2006&amp;dt=1004&amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;sec=Hiburan&amp;pg=hi_01.htm"&gt;Utusan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Siti ???? WOW .. X dpt Datuk, Datin pon jadik laaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115964999282085711?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115964999282085711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115964999282085711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115964999282085711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115964999282085711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/datuk-k-invests-his-sausage-in-ctbank.html' title='Datuk K invests his sausage in CTbank'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115947678958637662</id><published>2006-09-28T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:29:44.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx a bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/DC_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/DC_27.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start writing another blog, I would like to thank Nafis, Kolid, Esyam, Kakak Nafis and others from Minnesota who made my trip a memorable moment in my life. You guys really made my day during the 15 days I spent with all of you. Everytime I went to Minneapolis, I would always come back with great memories. Thanx guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to invite Nafis, Kolid and Kode to come to this year's Halloween event here in Madison. Probably you all could get better costumes this time instead of that lousy Scary Movie costume. Caution though, this year you have to pay 5 bucks to enter the area (sort of like cover charge at nightclubs I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, Esyam wasn't in the pic coz he was the one taking the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115947678958637662?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115947678958637662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115947678958637662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115947678958637662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115947678958637662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanx-bunch.html' title='Thanx a bunch'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115929398640415133</id><published>2006-09-26T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:29:58.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush wasn't there</title><content type='html'>The trip from Niagara to DC exhausting as we traveled in the middle of night and I was the co-driver from 12 am til 6.30 in the morning. That's was like the first time I've stayed up in a year or so, with help from Nafis' Red Bull.  We arrived at Kak Rod's house approximately 8 am and our level of tiredness was ... well the best way to describe it is what engineers usually use when the value is to big ... yeah infinity. But hearing that Kak Rod already cooked breakfast .. Nasi Goreng I think it was ... made us stay up a lil bit longer. Bile lagi org laki nak makan masakan ibu cam nih isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, after getting to know Kak Rod a lil bit more during breakfast, we decided that it would be best for us to get some sleep since most of us were deprived of any sleep during the trip, excluding Nafis' sister who slept soundly through out the trip. Perhaps she thought that men are the ones who should drive women wherever women want to go. I thought women were the ones who asked for equal treatment?&lt;br /&gt;Then, what the hell is this?? Saje nak emo lebey .. But Akak Nafis did belanje us a couple of times so I guess we all owed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours of sleep, I was so not in the mood to move around and take pictures, the only mood I had was continuing my sleep. But we had to coz we only have one day in DC. We headed straight towards the Washington Monument. We've been calling it pencil through out the trip. I only learnt its name from Fido, after coming back from the trip. Basically we only went there to take pictures and then we went to the Abraham Lincoln Museum (I think that was the name of the place). Took pictures and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to another museum that had IMAX movies. So, we went to see Ant Bully. It wasn't an enjoyable experience as the IMAX 3D thing kind of suck IMO (I learn this IMO shit from Serip). The movie was good, it was just the glasses and the 3D part that disappointed me. I tried wearing the damn glasses but somehow I got a headache just by doing that. Then I tried watching the movie without the glasses, which gave me a bigger headache. Its a 3D movie so on the screen you can see 2 images side by side, at a single time. You'll see a 3D image when you wear the glasses. Since I wasn't comfortable with the glasses, I had to watch the damn thing for like 1 1/2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't bother going to the thousands of museums that were in DC. I personally have never had any interest in American, world or Malaysian history. I remembered that in high school everytime in history class, I'll be yawning every couple of minutes. I'm an engineer man. Engineers don't give a rats ass about the history. They think about how they want to shape the future. WOW some words of wisdom coming from a wiseass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we went to the White House, not literally. We could only take pictures from outside. I noticed that there were a couple of US soldiers around the White House probably bcoz of the 9/11 attacks. Nak usya2 and amik gambar pon payah so we decided to go to the Capitol of the US. By that time it was already dark, so we only managed a couple of photos from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back to Kak Rod's house, hungry and exhausted. Sekali tgk Kak Rod buat masakan ibu lagi for us WOOOWWW syiioookkkkk abis. Beberape lauk plak tuh Kak Rod masak. Syiookkk x ingat. While having dinner, we chatted with Kak Rod and her husband Abg Zali I think his name was. Dan2 tgh mkn anak pompuan Kak Rod pon dtg join borak skali. WOW syiookk abih. Rupe2nye Kak Rod nih boley tahan cool gak tapi suami die jauh lagi cool. Tahap cool die, even though he's 40 years old still boley lepak kedai mamak skali ngan kiteorg. But the funniest thing about him was, if there was a club for all the MCPs in the world, mmg Abg Zali laaa president. Mmg die boley jadik idola aku aaa. Haha Kelakar gile borak ngan die. Anak pompuan die pon boley tahan cool gak siap die citer ade member lesbian die ajak die jadi lesbo. Yg aku x tahan Kak Rod ngan Abg Zali rilek je dengar anak die nih bercerite .. bapak coolnye diorang nih. Nih baru happy family namenye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we knew our flight was at 5.30 pm. So we had to move fast coz NY traffic is like hell for sure. We were ready by 10 and it was breakfast time. Skali Kak Rod buat masakan ibu lagi. This time it was Nasi Goreng campo cokodok. Cokodok tuh syiookk gile sampai pecah perut aku makan. By 11 we already left Kak Rod's house for JFK. Actually DC to NY is like 4 hours but we got into some traffic and by the time we arrived it was already 6 pm. Thank god our flight was delayed from 5.30 to 6.45. We still managed to catch the flight and went straight back home, Minessota that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i73.imagethrust.com/images/2SCQ/view-image/me-having-a-break-..-background%27s-so-awesome.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.imagethrust.com/t/686640/dc15.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i73.imagethrust.com/images/2SCP/view-image/abraham-lincoln-himself.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.imagethrust.com/t/686639/dc14.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i73.imagethrust.com/images/2SEa/view-image/the-capitol-..-nampak-gaye-cam-cut-and-paste-aa-plak.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i73.imagethrust.com/t/686722/dc21.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures, visit &lt;a href="http://gallery.imagethrust.com/?id=29203 "&gt;my photoalbum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115929398640415133?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115929398640415133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115929398640415133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115929398640415133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115929398640415133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/bush-wasnt-there.html' title='Bush wasn&apos;t there'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115852398121691593</id><published>2006-09-17T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:30:08.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara</title><content type='html'>After a couple of awe-inspiring days in NYC, we left the city for Niagara. We arrived at the airport to get our car at around 10 am but somehow National didn't cleaned/vacuumed our car yet. We had to wait there for like 45 minutes under the hot sun. NYC to Niagara is about 8 hours not including stops. So by the looks of it, we would be arriving at 7 if we hadn't stop, but the problem was he had to stop for lunch and gas and going to the loo. At 7 the whole place would be so dark that only we couldn't see anything at all and we would ended up with frustation as that was the only time in our lives that we had the chance to go and watch one of the wonders of the world, the Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew that if we didn't do something only a miracle would get us there in time. So, Nafis being the 'Speed Freak' that he is, took the responsibility of driving our compact car as fast as he could. One could call him man of the day as he got us just as the sun was about to set. We were so busy taking pictures of the first part of the falls that we didn't realized there was a bigger one that lies ahead. It was the one that made people stare at it with awe, the reason why people were so eager to see how immense Niagara Falls is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me who saw there was another, of God's creations that was so ravishingly stunning it left us staring at it; speechless. It was huge. It was like the ocean and the water flowed toward one end and went downward in a rapid descent by the force of gravity. It was so amazing how gigantic the waterfall was. Unfortunately it was already dark and we tried taking pictures but every single one of them didn't turn out good. We could only buy postcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really disappointed and hungry and as we were going out of the waterfall area we found a Muslim stall that sold Halal food. They had chicken shawarma, kebabs and everything you can think of. We hadn't had any chicken for the last couple of days. It was the perfect cure to our sorrow. We left Niagara with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction; the chicken was awesome man. It was another 9 hours to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1rwZ/view-image/toronto-at-night.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/344161/niagara44.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1rwV/view-image/this-is-niagara-junior.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/344157/niagara10.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see my other photos at &lt;a href="http://gallery.imagethrust.com/?id=29098 "&gt;Niagara photo album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115852398121691593?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115852398121691593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115852398121691593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115852398121691593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115852398121691593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/niagara.html' title='Niagara'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115800280869906014</id><published>2006-09-11T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:41:54.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC trip</title><content type='html'>Before kicking off, I would like to give my deepest appreciation to the dudes from Minnesota for giving me a amicable welcome especially Napis, Esyam and Kolid. Even though I offered to cooked dinner, Napis refused to let me do so and he was the one who prepared dinner for me and the gang. Esyam well .. he taught me how to enjoy life to the fullest .. by hitting the spot you know whut I'm saying .. UHUUUKKK!! Kolid hmm .. even though he was reluctant to send me to the bus station he still let me sleep in his room and that's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to go to New York since last spring but some how I didn't have the chance to do so. I have covered the other parts of the States; California, Florida, the Midwest and the Yellowstone National Park. New York was the only place left for me to go. Meon's initial group was already full for one car. I was frustrated .. well kind of because I had nobody to turn to. Everybody else either already went to NY or prefered to go back home. I forgot how but I sort of heard from Esyam himself that he and Nafis were planning on a trip to NY. It was just a plan, wasn't confirmed until 2 weeks before we flew to NY. Anyhew, I went to Minneapolis alone in a Greyhound and spent a couple of days hanging out with Esyam, Nafis and Kolid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 21st, Esyam, Nafis, Nafis' sister and me flew to NY. We spent about 4 days there and it was 4 memorable ones. We started our journey at Times Square. It was phuqin' busy with people moving to and fro, street performers and those who sell paintings by the street. There were many shops selling those cheap I heart NY tees. And at night the streets were lit up by the bright and colorful lights of every building around us. It was magical. It was just like when I was in Piccadilly Circus, London, the atmosphere was certainly 'happening'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see the Statue of Liberty. We did go to Liberty Island but unfortunately after 9/11 they didn't allow anyone to go up. So, we only managed to take pics from down below. After that we covered the NBC studios. Sadly, Conan O'Brien wasn't there. I was hoping to see him as I wanted him to do the Donald Trump impression just for me haha. Yeah right. I ain't that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was the Madison Square Garden. What shocked me was that MSG consists of an indoor theatre, stadium and basketball court. It was like having Stadium Bukit Jalil inside a building. Our bad luck continued as Mariah Carey performed the night before we arrived. That's really phuqed up. Seriously guys, you could call me gay or whuteva but Mariah Carey is the queen of RnB. C'mon aaa! I would've gone to the damn concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Empire State Building at night and we could still see the whole city coz the shining lights were representing each building there. We also went to CNN and the United Nations. Nevermind the boring tour guide who made me yawn every 5 seconds, what suprised me was that at the start of the tour there was real Tepak Sirih. It said it was donated by the Malaysian Government. I was so phuqin proud man. Even though aku nih poser Melayu je, ade gak aa bangge warghwarghwargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most unforgettable moment was we went to see broadway. It was the Lion King and it was awesome. I'm not a theatre kind of dude coz I think it's a bit gayish but that play was really, really good. Honestly. Well I understood the play coz I've seen the movie before. But the songs and the performance were so great that I didn't fall asleep. I actually enjoyed watching it. It wasn't gay at all. To watch a kid so young but so rich in talent just amazed me. Everybody in that show knew what his/her character was about that it absorped me into the play. I felt as though I was in the play myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.imagethrust.com/?id=28951"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/334332/nyc09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1oYt/view-image/mtv-building-in-times-sq.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/334333/nyc10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i77.imagethrust.com/images/1oYu/view-image/nyc-from-beyond.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.imagethrust.com/t/334334/nyc12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures at &lt;a href="http://gallery.imagethrust.com/?id=28951 "&gt;my photo album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115800280869906014?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115800280869906014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115800280869906014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115800280869906014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115800280869906014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/nyc-trip.html' title='NYC trip'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115723653496507428</id><published>2006-09-02T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:04:21.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faggy E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/NYC_99_44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/NYC_99_44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want talk about a close fren of mine Esyam Ezzuddin a.k.a Faggy E a.k.a Ultimate Pussy of the Year. There is no doubt that I've been close to him since my days when I was in MRSM PC. I remember that back in first couple of months at PC, he used to hide in my room (which was B6), bcoz he wanted to skip the evening prayer (Maghrib berjemaah). He said its bcoz he had something wrong with his foot, nanah or something like that, but I knew he was just another fucked up dude from Keramat. Tgk muke dah tau malas nak gi Musalla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, we were close frens until the end of Form 5 but after that I went to UTM for 5 months and this bastard went to KMM. Around the month of May we were both offered by JPA to go the States so I guess one can say that we were reunited. I know that sounded really gay but we hanged out all the time, with Kuyu the retarded dude. Mid Valley, Pyramid, KLCC or anywhere you can think off, we went there together. It was kind of like Entourage (HBO series). The three of us were the best of buds. Ohh yeah I forgot to mention, Faggy E somehow changed to a hip hop poser when he was in PPP. Fast-forward to the end of PPP, the dumbass and I worked at Wisma Jusco for a couple of weeks while waiting for our visas before finding out we were so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S Embassy had additional procedures so we didn't get our visas on time which meant we couldn't enroll the fall sem of our Universities. Kuyu opted for France instead. But we still hanged out until the day we 'fly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, like 2 months ago I decided to go on a trip to NYC, Niagara n DC with Faggy E and his college mate Nafis, the retarded prick. Only Ajin is more retarded than Nafis. The only difference is Nafis has got some sense when he talks, sometimes. One can call him a weirdo as his nose is like a vacuum, it's suction power is enormous. Isk, isk isk sedut lagi sedut lagi isk isk. Baru hit the spot. Haha Dudes that's an inside joke. Not to forget, Si Nafis nih punye kentut umpama org normal kentut 10 kali pastuh simpan dlm tin sardin. Bile bukak je tin tuh, bau tajam cam cibai. Cam tuh aaa kentut mamat nih. Daymn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough bout Nafis, dah abis trip gi NYC tuh, the day I was supposed to go back to Madison, si Faggy E plak buat hal. This ass hole had the nerve to do a stupid joke on me. My Greyhound was supposed to leave Minneapolis at 1.10 pm. Greyhound people told me that I have to be at the station 1 hour b4 departure (flight style) to reserve my spot. Gua dah cakap dah kat si Faggy, tapi die boley melawak plak. It was 11.30 a.m and Faggy E had the nerve to tell me 'alek alek lluuuuu'. Gerak pon kol 11.50 itu pon nak gi mkn lagi. Fine that Somali restaurant was great but by the time we finished it was already 12.45pm. Fuckin ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Faggy nih boley acah2 lagi xnak anta aku. Gua naik panas aaa. When we arrived at the bus stop (to take the metro to the bus station), bas baru je terlepas. Makin panas aaa ini macam. So, I gave Faggy E an ultimatum. Kalau terlepas bas nanti mmg ko kene bayar aaa ticket bas baru. One ticket for one way costs about 40-45 bucks. Si Faggy dr 'alek alek lluuu' trus menggelabah tahap Ahmad Taimiyah. I should taken a video of how menggelupur that bastard was. From the day I reached Minnie, he kept on saying 'Badol ko nih cuak lebey aaa', skrang sape yg cuak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got onto a bus a couple of minutes b4 1pm and arrived at the bus stop at 1.05-1.07 gitu. The Greyhound station was like half a kilometer from the bus stop. Just imagine ok I had to run with bags, one weighed like 30 pounds. Si Faggy punye menggelabah siap offer tolong bawak beg tuh lagi x penah pon sebelum nih tolong angkat bag. Sampai station dah semput. Sengal satu badan. Thank god the bus was still there. Like 30 seconds after I boarded the bus, the bus was already on it's way to Madison. It was pure luck for me and for Faggy E who didn't have to pay 40 bucks for a bus ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck only lasted until there as I got a seat next to a psycho. This dude keeps on talking bout theories of the universe or some kind of bullshit. Ohh yeah I had to sit next to him for 6 hours. I forgot to add that the bus' a.c broke half way through the journey. Mmg sume salah ko Faggy E. Panas hati aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan hidup Faggy E&lt;br /&gt;Skema (Keramat n MRSMPC) --&gt; poser hiphop (PPP Shah Alam) --&gt; penyangak (Minnesota)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Pussy Sejati mengalahkan Kode (after Grad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115723653496507428?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115723653496507428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115723653496507428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115723653496507428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115723653496507428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/09/faggy-e.html' title='Faggy E'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115683920202345042</id><published>2006-08-29T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:13:22.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leq-Leq Lu brader</title><content type='html'>I just got back from NYC 2 days ago and will be back in madison on a couple of days. Sorry aaa yeh saudara/saudari sekalian .. gua x bagitau dulu gua gi minnie and nyc .. ade kat 2 minggu gua x tulis blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even kalau dah balik pon I still can't do a blog coz my pc seems to have some problems. My windows fuckin' crashed just a day before I was on my way to Minnie. Baru je pindah computer masuk umah baru suddenly pasang pc hang terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries my fellow blog fans (perasan x ingat), once I get my pc up and running I'll be writing blogs again starting with my trip to Niagara, NYC and DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries Alee your request of my review on Siti and Datuk K's wedding will be done right after. Bukan senang nak jumpe ade org buat request kat blog nih ... lagi2 blog aku ... 1st time sial. Terase popular sebentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115683920202345042?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115683920202345042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115683920202345042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115683920202345042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115683920202345042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/08/leq-leq-lu-brader.html' title='Leq-Leq Lu brader'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115586523030648473</id><published>2006-08-17T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:00:32.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah</title><content type='html'>Al-Fatihah ditujukan kepada seorang pelajar Minnesota (name terpaksa dirahsiakan) yang baru sahaja meninggal dunia pagi tadi pukul 6.41 am. Saudari berkenaan sedang menaiki basikal ketika dia dilanggar oleh sebuah pick up truck. Butiran selanjutnya boleh dibaca di akhbar  &lt;a href="http://www.mndaily.com/article.php?id=68745"&gt;minnesota  daily&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://http://kstp.com/article/stories/S18263.html?cat=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kstp.com/article/stories/S18263.html?cat=1"&gt;ABC5&lt;/a&gt; (check out the video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diharapkan agar saudara/saudari yang membaca blog saya mengambil ikhtibar dengan mengajak sahabat2 anda untuk membaca Surah Yasin dan doa untuk saudari yang baru meninggal dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - I just wanna add that I arrived in Minnesota yesterday evening at 5.40 pm. Nafis and Esyam took me to target to do a little shopping. We were done y 6.30pm. As we were leaving Target, we bumped into this girl. Nafis and Esyam said hi. And about 12 hours after that, she died. Did I bring her the bad luck that I always had in me?? I use my bicycle to go to class/work everyday. Will I be able to cycle again?? Pressure sial. Arrggghhhhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115586523030648473?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115586523030648473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115586523030648473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115586523030648473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115586523030648473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/08/al-fatihah.html' title='Al-Fatihah'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115584651744828763</id><published>2006-08-17T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:56:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup review (a really late one)</title><content type='html'>I know everybody doesn't give a shit about the World Cup anymore but I just wanted to say something about the event and what actually happened in my opinion. First of all, let me start by talking about predictions of the World Cup. Before the FAs of every country started naming their squad, the majority of the media and public already assumed that Brazil was going all the way to the final and win the World Cup. Well, I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, don't tell me you didn't have the same feeling before the event. We all thought the Brazilians were too good for the home side or any other team including France and Italy. They had a couple of Fifa Player of Year winners, world reknowned dribblers and even their subtitutes were world class players. That was how much depth they had in their squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month before the event, the FAs were naming their squad. As usual I was interested in England's preparation since I am a Premiership hard core fan. It was understandable when Sven wanted to include Owen (even though he wasn't fully fit) since he's the #1 target man for the team. But what confused  me was why Sven included Theo Walcott, a teenager who has never played for Arsenal, only had a couple of games with the England squad and never has he proven to everybody that he was worth playing for the England team in the World Cup. Why the fuck did Sven include Walcott when Defoe was ready to play and represent his country???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the World Cup, and after a couple of games Owen was already injured. Sven had Rooney, Crouch and Walcott. Instead of using Rooney and Crouch, he opted for Rooney and 5 midfilders. I know England has many world class midfilders (Gerrard, Lampard, Beckham and Hargreaves) but Rooney wasn't a one man show kind of guy. He is used to playing behind another striker like Ruud. This was the main reason why England fucked up, Rooney couldn't adapt to his new role/position. To add from bad to worse, Rooney stepped on a Portugal player's balls real hard and then he was back stabbed by his Man Utd teammate C.Ronaldo which made the ref had no choice but to send Rooney to the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil on the other hand had a great group stage. They had a good run until the quarter final stage when they faced France. Somehow they couldn't convert the many chances that they had. Henry was the 'man' for France as he forced Brazil out of the competition for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, France didn't play as a recent World Cup winner in the group stages. They looked as though they were going out in the second round but somehow in the game versus Brazil, Zidane stepped up and steered his team to the semis and finals. Even though Zidane turned into a rhinoceros and attacked Materazzi, Zizou definitely deserve to the Best Player of the World Cup. I think anybody would do the same thing if he/she heard what Materazzi was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/brazil.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Brazil didn't win the fuckin' World Cup, but this girl definitely got some Cups. Daymmmnnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115584651744828763?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115584651744828763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115584651744828763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115584651744828763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115584651744828763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/08/world-cup-review-really-late-one.html' title='World Cup review (a really late one)'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115463808869068300</id><published>2006-08-03T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:27:43.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intel kicked AMD's nuts .. real hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/core2_intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/core2_intro.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this while we've been putting our trust on AMD processors not because we believe their performance was really good but the fact that their prices are so cheap compared to Intel (like a couple of hundred bucks) made AMD processors our number one choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't know was that up until Athlon 64 X2, AMD conquered the CPU battle between them and Intel. Even computer magazines gave rave reviews to AMD chips. It was the ultimate gaming machine. AMD held the title until July 24th when Intel released it's brand new microprocessor, the Core 2 Duo to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Core 2 Duo is better than Athlon 64 X2 and FX by a mile. You can find many .. many reviews on the net but I'm here just to summarize what are the excellent features this chip has. It performs shockingly well in video recording, graphics, gaming, Photoshop and multitasking compared to AMD. It is more power efficient and has a lower temperature at full throtle over-clocking. You can even do your own porn video (this is for Serip and Giant). Basically, Core 2 Duo is the best in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not promoting Intel just because I've applied for a job at Intel Penang Design Center :), I'm doing this because I'm the kind of person who appreciates technology, which is the reason why I chose Electrical Engineering. You've got to accept the facts all say that Intel Core 2 Duo is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I think I'm gonna stick with AMD chips and I believe that the majority of the people will do the same too. Why? It's so damn cheap compared to Intel. It's just like how a lame ass car maker like Hyundai can be 1 out of 6 biggest car makers in the world. Hyundai is also outselling Honda by a ratio of 2:1 in the UK. The reason? The cheaper the products you sell the more power you have in the market share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, I can't wait for AMD's X2 chips to have a price 'downfall' because later this year AMD is releasing its triple core processor. But I read somewhere that Intel is coming up with a quad core processor this winter. Better start saving up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115463808869068300?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115463808869068300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115463808869068300&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115463808869068300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115463808869068300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/08/intel-kicked-amds-nuts-real-hard.html' title='Intel kicked AMD&apos;s nuts .. real hard'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115454722765905592</id><published>2006-08-02T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:04:24.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa Melayu ke Bahasa Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>What the fuck is wrong with Utusan Malaysia or the people at Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka. Don't they have better things to do than to create ridiculous words or terms that make no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read an article in Utusan about MAS's plan to increase their domestic flight's fair by 15% or something like that and then this comes out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi mahu rakyat memahami keputusan Penerbangan Malaysia (MAS) menaikkan tambang domestiknya sebanyak 15 peratus bagi kelas ekonomi dan 25 peratus bagi kelas perniagaan berkuat kuasa 15 Ogos ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelas perniagaan???? What the fuck is kelas perniagaan?? Adakah ia kelas mengajar teknik2 berniaga?? I know what the writer meant was Business Class but c'mon man .. isn't it better if the writer had kelas mewah instead of kelas perniagaan? How stupid does that sound .. kelas perniagaan. Just imagine this. You and your friends are planning a trip for the coming school holidays. Suddenly, one dude utters "Ape kate kalau kite ke Langkawi ambik kelas perniagaan MAS." Meon then responded "WOW bestnye naik kelas perniagaan. Terase macam Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk K pulak naik kelas perniagaan nih. Dah naik nanti boleh buat muke puas Datuk K." WARGHWARGHWARGH KROHKROHKROH ... I know only a dumbass would say such things but still .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's a mistake doesn't it seem too ridiculous for a newspaper that has been established for a very long time to make such mistakes. If you scroll down today's section of Utusan you can find Malam Expresi blahblah ... Expresi another word translated direct from the English vocabulary, expression. I also heard somewhere the writer wrote kongratulasi translated from .. well you know the word. It's so obvious anyways. Why do the people at Utusan or DBP have to translate words from the English language to describe things/events/whuteva? Why instead of kongratulasi they can't use tahniah or syabas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is .. how do you expect these people to change if the government is also doing the same thing. Why suddenly Belanjawan negara was changed to Budget even though both those words have the same meaning. Is the government trying to prove that after 49 years of independence, our country is still mentally influenced by the the people who used to colonise us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I want to add and this goes to DBP. Why the fuck would you put the word KELING in the fuckin dictionary?? Don't they know that the word is sensitive to Indians or is DBP just full of fuckin idiots who know shit about multi racial society? You can't just put what ever you want just because it's a Malay Dictionary. Use your fuckin brains will yeah. For god's sake even the Chinese leaders were angry when one Malay Parliament member called the Indians Keling in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan dah bagi akal guna aaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115454722765905592?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115454722765905592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115454722765905592&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115454722765905592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115454722765905592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahasa-melayu-ke-bahasa-malaysia.html' title='Bahasa Melayu ke Bahasa Malaysia?'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115418948398173670</id><published>2006-07-29T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:23:52.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwest pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Midwest06_24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Midwest06_24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Midwest06_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Midwest06_21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Midwest06_20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Midwest06_20.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Midwest06_16.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Midwest06_16.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of the pics taken after the Performance night. I wanted to include it in the previous blog but somehow I wrote so much stuff that these pics can't be fitted. Don't forget to read the blog though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115418948398173670?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115418948398173670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115418948398173670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115418948398173670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115418948398173670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/07/midwest-pics.html' title='Midwest pics'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115393179407351400</id><published>2006-07-26T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:57:10.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwest Games 2006</title><content type='html'>Alright dudes .. I know it has been 2 months since the Games ended but I always wanted to do my own review of the event, I have just been busy with stuff that I ended up postponing the review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason why I'm so eager to do the damn review is bcoz the event wasn't as awesome as I thought it would be. It wasn't all great. I had some fucked up moments and some good ones, which I think I'm gonna remember for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the moments I wish I could erase from my small brain. If you didn't know I was in charge of the logistics of the event. When the students elected me, they wanted me to share the responsibility with someone else coz logistics is kind of big. But I said," Tak macho aaa share ngan org lain .. biar aku sorang je handle logistics .. takde halll punyaa." I was wrong. Logistics is a big part of any event. To tell you the truth I have never ever taken any responsibility that's as big as this one. I had an intuition at that time that something would fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the post with the least amount of confidence in me and it was easy at first. Deals with hotels and also vip stuffs were quite easy to do. But then came the big thing. UNIVERSITY HOUSING. I got a good deal from them but MSD/JPA was the one that almost fucked me up. They didn't send the deposit by the dateline and aku gak kene layan minah asrama cibai tuh. Dah kutuk pelajar malaysian depan2 aku. Mmg betul pon aa ape die cakap tapi gaye die cakap cam white supremacist bikin gua panas aaa. Thank god Uncle Rahim negotiated with her about the payment and the problem was settled. One more thing, I couldn't reserve any parking for the registration day. I knew I'm gonna fuck it all up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came registration day. I was helping Reefa with the event registration. Registration only started at 4.30pm but these people from Nebraska came in early like around 3 pm and they went straight to the housing. I had to be at the housing to supervise everything bcoz the head of their contingent wanted to pay for everybody and keep their keys with her. Mari kite panggil minah asrama nih Britney(bukan name sebenar). Britney said earlier to me that the head of the contingent could pay for everybody but I have to keep the keys at first and then when the they arrive I could give the keys to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of the contingent came to me and asked me (raised her voice) whether or not she could keep the keys. Ohh yeah I forgot to mention that there were 15 other Nebraskans around her and Britney was there too. So I told her what Britney told me. Suddenly Britney jumped in and said "No I said if you were comfortable giving the keys to the students than its ok." I was like whut the fuck is going on??? There were 15 fucking Nebraskans staring at me. I felt so stupid and embarassed that I just gave out the keys to her. Later Britney told me that she saw that the Nebraskan was forcing her way to get the keys and Britney just didn't wanna waste time with the Nebraskan so she just let me have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, while the Nebraskans were paying the bills(around 4pm), a guy came to me to ask about the parking. I said "the parking is only free after 4.30 pm until monday morning. You might get towed if you park right now." And then he asked why didn't I reserved the parking space. I said "The registration is suppose to start at 4.30pm the same time the parking is free." He then started to accuse me of not doing my job well and as though I didn't know what I was doing. Mmg maki hamun skali ngan naik suare lagi. I was like fuck you ass hole .. I know MSD didn't give the event to you guys .. u don't have to release your frustration at me dickhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on from this housing shit. The other thing that really disappointed me was some members of my soccer team. To them their own personal agendas were more important than winning the event. What's the use of going through hard training every fuckin day that in the end you are just going to fuck it all up for the whole team. The was the main reason why we didn't go through the group stages. We had our best team but that was the worst Midwest performance. OO ye I forgot Encik Rahim forced us to play without warming up with the Minister of Higher Education on our side. THANK GOD FOR THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I regret about the event was I didn't spend much time with my friends as I was busy helping other committee members with their stuff. The only time I had with them was during the Performance night which brings me to the only time I was actually happy. I was performing too haha. Even though it was just a small lousy part it was still memorable. I was so fuckin nervous before coming out as the last time I was on stage was like 3 years ago. Mmg menggelatar tak ingatnye. But when I came out, my friends started screaming my name and all my fears just went away. I felt as though I was born to act. I did act as a psychopath in Uda n Dara(theatre) and my performance received great compliments. Same as this one, even though not many there were still some who gave compliments. It might looked like a piece of cake but it's not easy to act stupid on stage. Fido aku ingat ko ade puji aku. Thanks a lot dude. After the performance thing, I did spend some time with my frens. Took pictures, memorable ones.I was hanging around with my frens from Minessota and RPI that night and I forgot about all the fucked up moments that happened before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after that, some of my frens told me that their stay at the housing was a good deal and there really satisfied with it. They even complimented me saying it was a job well done. After all the efforts made .. the sacrifices .. the hardships you went through and in the end it was not only a success but people praise you for it. It just made so happy to hear those compliments that it made me forget about the things that fucked up earlier. Well, the event was still a success. Everything went fine. For me, it was all but fucked up until the very last minute when it turned into a splendid moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - I would like to thank Suriani Kempe for helping me with the housing stuff and deal with minah asrama tuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115393179407351400?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115393179407351400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115393179407351400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115393179407351400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115393179407351400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/07/midwest-games-2006.html' title='Midwest Games 2006'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115378033330788415</id><published>2006-07-24T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:32:13.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angan-angan Mat Jenin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/DSC00463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/DSC00463.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everyone!! Long time no see haha. Yes I know I haven't updated my blog for more than 3 weeks now. Last week I was busy with an exam which the materials I know shit of and a homework assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week ... well the picture above tells everything. I have been slacking off for the most part of summer. Giant took this pic when I fell asleep in front of the TV. Actually, that's what I do everyday. Waktu siang pon tido je memanjang. I guess it's bcoz during the normal sem I had little sleep kot. So skrang pulun abis aaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I'm just so phuqing lazy to get my ass up and do stuff. Why would I give a shit about that when I can sleep 12 hours a day? Waktu normal sem, hari biase pon 6 jam je. Syok tuh tido. Mari ... Mari kita tidur. krohkrohkroh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115378033330788415?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115378033330788415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115378033330788415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115378033330788415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115378033330788415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/07/angan-angan-mat-jenin.html' title='Angan-angan Mat Jenin'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115171025044117246</id><published>2006-06-30T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:35:27.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Man Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/serip%20mnate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/serip%20mnate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Argentina just lost to Germany on Penalties (Americans call em PKs) and I'm so phuqin' pissed off at Jose Pekerman for bringing in Julio Cruz and Esteban Cambiasso instead of Aimar (WOWIE) and Lionel Messi (the wonder kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything besides the game that it made me feel as though my mind is so empty. I feel really dumb at the moment which is why I'm writing this entry. As you can see, in the picture are 3 fat bastards pretending to be the Blue Man Group. They think they're cute but they're definitely not !! Especially the middle one. Just by looking at his face you feel like you wanna bitch-slap him a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw if anybody doesn't who these fat dumbasses are, from left Badeq, ASSrif HOLEmar and Ali G. Sekor2 perut boroi. Gua pon lagi kurus .. WOWIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115171025044117246?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115171025044117246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115171025044117246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115171025044117246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115171025044117246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/06/blue-man-group.html' title='Blue Man Group'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115084579104948562</id><published>2006-06-20T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:56:23.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTON: Moving Forward??</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/TVC_BI.mov?uniq=" width="400" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a problem with playing an MPEG4 video on this blog. Anyways this is the new Proton Satria Neo. I already did a blog on this car but somehow blogger.com deleted it. So everything was gone and I had to write a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew, maybe the reason why Proton came out with this car was to cover their lost of RM348 million due to their purchased of MV Augusta Spa. You can criticise Proton all you want but I have to respect them for taking such a drastic approach to expend their 'empire'. Don't you think they made a great decision by buying Lotus. Proton didn't have enough capabilities to do their own R&amp;D for their vehicles so they bought Lotus which at that time was about to go bankcrupt. Now most of Proton cars are tuned by Lotus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes with Satria Neo. It uses a Campro engine that's been tuned by Lotus and it's not too bad either. The car can go up to 40 miles to the gallon. Unfortunately, you can't get a lot power from a 1600cc engine, only 110hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when I first had a good look at this car, I thought "Are the design engineers at Proton so damn lazy that they just took the front end of Waja and put it on this car?" And then I thought of Porsche, a car company that has been using the same front end for about 50 years, for its cars and now its SUV. I figured that that car manufacturers do that because they want to create their own image and identity. It's like when you look at a car, you know it's a Porsche just by looking at its front end. Cars like BMW, Saab and Audi have been doing so for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agree with what Proton is trying to do. After more than 20 years in the automotive industry, they are maturing into a more establish car manufacturer. Hopefully, Proton will not stop at this point to make themselves more known in the automobile world and perhaps, the U.S??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115084579104948562?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115084579104948562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115084579104948562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115084579104948562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115084579104948562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/06/proton-moving-forward.html' title='PROTON: Moving Forward??'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-115039462330058315</id><published>2006-06-15T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:03:45.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Racial Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/cny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/400/cny2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a blog the other day about how Malaysian government is giving special treatment to the Bumis. And he was giving statistics and numbers regarding the matter. For instance, special schools, loans and discounts just for Bumis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying those numbers are right or wrong or just plain exaggerated. I'm here to state my opinion on the special kind of education Bumis are getting. MRSM, SBP and Matriks are places where they can get this 'special' education. I'm not saying it's bad. As a matter of fact, I went to MRSM Pengkalan Chepa for my SPM exams and I have to say the education I got was the best and I'm really thankful for that. My school was number 1 for SPM that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were awesome but that's not what I'm concerned about. Before going to Pengkalan Chepa I was at a normal school and at that school I had many non-Bumi friends. I didn't have a problem hanging around them at that time. But when I went to MRSM PC, that school was 100% Bumi. It was even hard to find any non-Bumi in Kelantan. For 2 years, I only talked to and hanged with Malays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but when I was done with high school and went to Intec for my prepatory program, I had a problem talking to non-Bumis as I haven't interact with them in 2 years. I could only talk in Malay. Lidah kelu nak cakap English. It was as though there was a barrier. And I could see that other students who went to MRSMs and SBPs had this problem. They were not used to interacting with non-Bumis. The same goes with Chinese students who went to Chinese schools. They had a problem talking to non-Chinese students. It took me awhile to improve my social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been a multi-racial society for more than 50 years now but we still have inter-racial issues. It is important for us to solve this problem bcoz we don't want the May 13th 1969 tragedy (is it the 13th?) come back to haunt us. The government should make all schools open to all races as everybody deserves the same great education. If we can create this harmony between races at such an early age, Malaysia would be a better place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-115039462330058315?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/115039462330058315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=115039462330058315&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115039462330058315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/115039462330058315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/06/multi-racial-society.html' title='Multi-Racial Society'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114942478293078002</id><published>2006-06-04T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:54:35.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering and boobs at their best</title><content type='html'>&lt;object align="center" height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/commercial%20nissan.wmv?uniq=-xklzbw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;More weird stuff on my blog. I found this ad on some host website www.yourhostfile.com I think was its name. Obvious isn't it? I've got nothing to do Yes I know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways bout this video. There's only one thing that interests me bout clip. I know you guys are thinkin' I'm talking bout the girl's boobs but I'm not. Not to say that I didn't even glance at the boobs .. I mean those are some fine lookin' boobs right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just I was so intrigue by the way the creator of the video used the physical characterictic of breasts. Everybody knows breasts are soft and bouncy which means they are easily affected by force (F=ma). As an engineering student, my study on force began since high school physics until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, physics was my 2nd most interested subject after modern maths. So, anything that has something to do with force will get my attention including boobies krohkrohkroh as though boobs alone doesn't grab my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me analyze what's going on with those boobies from an engineering point of view. First of all, the theory of momentum. The chick's body is sitting on a 90 degree angle above the car seat. So, it follows where the car seat is going (The car seat moves along with the Pathfinder). The boobies on the other hand are just hanging from the hick's chest and are affected by the force of gravity. When the Pathfinder moves on a road that has lots of potholes, the chick won't get a smooth ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Pathfinder goes through a pothole, it goes from moving down the pothole to going back up, same as the chick's body. But the chick's boobies are not connected directly to the Pathfinder. The theory of momentum says a mass would stay at its original position or movement until there's a force that acts upon it, which is why we see the boobies move up and down. If you scrutinize at the clip, the chick's body that's actually moving up and down but since her body moves along with the Pathfinder, we don't see her body moving, only her boobies.Even though I just made up that bull shit it sounds kind of right doesn't it? hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the 2nd theory, which is more realistic haha. But actually is a modified version of the 1st theory. Nissan claims that the Pathfinder has independent suspensions/shock absorbers (which is quite common in trucks). Left-right front-back all independent. So, when the left side of the car moves down, we'll see the left boob go up. The same goes for the right boob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds stupid for me to analyze the clip rather than just fuckin' stare at them boobies. But at some point in life we men have to realize that we can't be staring at boobies for the rest of our lives. And one more thing, women have more to offer than just their boobies, but apparently men only see their nicely soft bouncy plump boobies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114942478293078002?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114942478293078002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114942478293078002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114942478293078002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114942478293078002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/06/engineering-and-boobs-at-their-best.html' title='Engineering and boobs at their best'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114841867595192211</id><published>2006-05-23T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:36:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountains (If U know Whut I mean)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/124655822_a5f2fe70f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/400/124655822_a5f2fe70f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I haven't been writing any shit for awhile now. It ain't bcoz of a couple of pussies who criticized me anonymously. I was just not in the mood to wrote anything. After moving out of Regent Apt. and into Dini &amp; Kday's place, I have been slacking of pretty much through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep at around midnight and wake up around 12 to 2 pm. Sometimes I can go on until 4 pm. Itu Meon pon kalah. Anyways, day after day asyik tido je plus living with Kday made me more lazier than ever. Nak masak pon malas nak mati. Sometimes mandi pon x. Wake up everyday, watch some TV, go for soccer practice, more TV and then sleep. How Fucked Up is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that I've wasted 1 whole week doing nothin' but shit, I decided to write a blog on babes. Hahaha just talking bout babes gave me a testosterone boost. I somehow found this pic a couple of weeks ago from a website that has a bunch of crappy stuff like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw this pic, I wondered would the movie had more viewers having 2 lesbian babes making out than having Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Leadger do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of guys wanna watch babes making out. But I myself not a Halle Berry fan. Somehow I don't find her attractive. Maybe Angelina Jolie and Jessica Alba would make a great couple. Jolie has this erotic presence especially when she's doing the gothic look. Damn that turns me on. I could just imagine Jolie's lips touching Alba's while she starts to carass Alba's body. Dayymmnnn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part bout this world is that a woman can kiss another woman and still remain straight but when a man kisses another man both of them are definitely homosexual. Ain't that interesting? Well, I certainly enjoy watching women making out with each other. Krohkrohkroh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114841867595192211?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114841867595192211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114841867595192211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114841867595192211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114841867595192211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/05/brokeback-mountains-if-u-know-whut-i.html' title='Brokeback Mountains (If U know Whut I mean)'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114678908081070260</id><published>2006-05-04T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:15:34.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Butch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHATN90nmkY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MHATN90nmkY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have received a lot of complaints regarding my previous which had mostly criticize many Malaysian artists especially Siti Nurhaliza, I'm gonna do you guys a favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently found a video on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; by accident. I was lookin' for Malaysian battle of the bands stuff like Gempita Fest and somehow I stumbled upon this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a song by Love Me Butch(LMB) entitled Hollywood Holiday. What impresses so much is that LMB is not that popular in Malaysia. Let me be clearer on that. If you look closer at Malaysia's music scene, there are many bands who have converted from English to Malay just because it's hard for local English bands to survive unless it's Too Phat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OAG and Flop Poppy are among the bands who have done that. Apparently, it's hard for local Endlish bands to sell more than 10,000 records as the market is not there. Majority of those who buy records only listen to Malay songs and the ones who listen to English songs would prefer to listen to bands from overseas, maybe bcoz they think Malaysian products don't have quality; a common stereotype among Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But LMB, a band that has been established even before I went to the States, decided to take a more radical approach I guess. I have to admit that I do have that stereotype in me even though I bought Nakedbreed's yellow covered album (That album was great too). Honestly, I was shocked to find out there's a Malaysian band that can produce such a high quality video that when people watch it, they'll be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's nothin' big ... the video looks like Incubus's Megalomaniac but by Malaysian standards, it's so mutha phuqin' awesome. I'll bet on my left nut Siti Nurhaliza's videos aren't as good as this. Krohkrohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dah byk gile gua puji English music scene kat M'sia, why don't we all buy their music too. You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.musiccanteen.com/"&gt;MUSICCANTEEN&lt;/a&gt; to buy them. You can check out the songs for 30 seconds. I think Disagree and Single Track Mind are pretty good. Each song would only cost you 75 cents. C'mon people buy Made in Malaysia products!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114678908081070260?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114678908081070260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114678908081070260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114678908081070260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114678908081070260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-me-butch.html' title='Love Me Butch'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114636395590360724</id><published>2006-04-29T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:00:10.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mawi Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/mawi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/mawi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the hell is wrong with people in Malaysia nowadays? I thought people only adore artists who are not only hip and trendy but they also have to be 'kamchak' or in other words 'got some style'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 90s, I remembered that Malay gurls go crazy over KRU. I don't know why, maybe bcoz Norman, Yusry and Edry are all good looking. But that's not the weird part. Boys also were crazy over KRU. I remembered that when I was in Standard 5, a couple of my frens were so obsessed with them. After the school bell rang, they waited until everybody went home. When the classroom was empty they would practice KRU dance moves on the floor. I'm fuckin' serious. I saw them doing this. Some of them even went to KRU Records, which was quite near my school (Melawati), to get autographs. They didn't bring a CD or a poster, they just asked KRU to sign on 1 ringgit notebooks. How funny is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to KRU Records myself when they were still in Melawati (now KRU Records is situated in Setiawangsa) but near their office was a KFC. So there was this one time when my class did a party in KFC. I and a couple of my frens came in early so we waited for the others outside of KFC. To our shock we saw Sasha Saidin of Elite wandering around that area. I mean that bitch was fuckin hot man. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my actual topic, after KRU there was the GT BOYS and then came the NEW BOYS. I don't know any fuckin reason why gurls were so obsessed with them. They knew nothin bout guitars and shit. I mean if you really take a close look at these boys, you see nothing but 'budak hingusan's only, pretending to be macho dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another artist that has been so famous for almost 10 fuckin years is .. you guessed it Siti Nurhaliza. To tell you the truth, I have never ever like any of her songs. I don't listen to her songs actually. The reason is I'm so annoyed that people are so crazy over this girl. Nak cakap hot I think Camelia is must hotter than Siti is. Even Camelia's songs are much better than Siti's, whose songs to me are full of crap. And Siti is behaving as though she's the nicest gurl in the world. C'mon aaa stop the lousy acting aa Siti. We've got Awie for that (Sembilu I and II).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer when Akedemi Fantasia 3 was going on, everybody was talking bout Mawi. And when he won the damn show, he was in the front page of many newspapers including New Straits Times. Every one was talking bout this kid from Felda Terendak or whuteva. Nak cakap macho tak, handsome tak, stylo pon tak. I don't see how Mawi has any attractions at all and yet everyone kept on talking bout him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is that PAS who has been ruling Kelantan for more than 10 years, suddenly changed its policy of no concert at all, bcoz of Mawi. Nik Aziz only allowed Mawi to perform in Kelantan. Dikir Barat pon xleh buat concert tapi Mawi boley plak. WTF?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the picture above ... is that the person you want to idolize? A man who picks his nose in public? C'mon people .. whut the hell is wrong with you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114636395590360724?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114636395590360724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114636395590360724&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114636395590360724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114636395590360724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/04/mawi-mania.html' title='Mawi Mania'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114567320269238321</id><published>2006-04-21T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:25:18.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Aids - Aldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="350" align="center" id="MPlayer" classid="CLSID:22D6f312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95"&lt;br /&gt;      codebase="http://www.microsoft.com/ntserver/netshow/download/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=5,1,51,415"&lt;br /&gt;      standby="Loading Microsoft Media Player components..." type="application/x-oleobject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name=AutoStart value=TRUE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="ShowControls" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="ShowDisplay" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="ShowStatusBar" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="AutoSize" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="FileName" value="http://webcast.newswire.ca/archive/multimedia/b-roll/aldoaids20060200_256.wmv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2"&lt;br /&gt;      pluginspage = "http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/"&lt;br /&gt;      src="http://webcast.newswire.ca/archive/multimedia/b-roll/aldoaids20060200_256.wmv" name="MPlayer" ShowStatusBar="1" showcontrols="1" height="300" width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about this website a couple of weeks ago. To tell you the truth, I even bought the damn tag. I only paid a measly 10 bucks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag is something similar to the Livestrong wristband. It's about showing everybody a statement that you support or believe in. In Livestrong's case, it used to be for showing support but after awhile everybody started wearing em' like a fashion item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this Youth-Aids thing is about giving support to the youths having the deadly virus. In fact, there are millions of them. I know we got teenagers who got it from drugs and unprotected sex. I don't give a shit about them. I'm talking bout the ones who got it from their parents. These are the innocent youths who have nothing to do with the virus but end up like dirt just bcoz of their parents actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon guys it's not hard to fork out some money just for the sake of these people. It's only 10 bucks for crying out loud. You get to wear it like the superstars. Christina, Charlize, Avril .. they all wear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114567320269238321?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114567320269238321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114567320269238321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114567320269238321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114567320269238321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/04/youth-aids-aldo.html' title='Youth Aids - Aldo'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114437477857936446</id><published>2006-04-06T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:52:58.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U of Wisconsin Rulez!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I've been telling people that I regret coming to Wisconsin because of the extreme weather and shit but after looking at this article, I'll be damned. My university got recognition as the Number 1 Party School in the U.S of A from Playboy Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it ain't easy getting any recognition from Playboy Mag unless you're February's Playmate of the Month. I mean this is outside of pornography for god's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's Playboy god damn it. World's most famous magazine for hot nude women. I'm so phuqing proud man. I'm keeping this article for life. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114437477857936446?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114437477857936446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114437477857936446&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114437477857936446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114437477857936446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/04/u-of-wisconsin-rulez.html' title='U of Wisconsin Rulez!!'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114386381308554626</id><published>2006-03-31T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:30:29.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekolah sekolah KU</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys .. gua mmg busy gile lately xde mase nak tulis blog. But since my man &lt;a href="http://asrif.org"&gt;ASSrif HOLEmar&lt;/a&gt; passed me the baton I had to do this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many schools did I go to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Tadika Wirawati &lt;/strong&gt;- I included Tadika Wirawati bcoz apparently &lt;a href="http://judd.scravius.com"&gt;Judd&lt;/a&gt; also went to the same Tadika. Judd buat reunion jom! selamber!&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Sek. Ren. Keb. Tmn. Melawati &lt;/strong&gt;- there's nothing much for me to say here except that this is the place where I met my 2 best frens, Hazman and Sanjay. And btw Phuq you Man, aku balik M'sia bukan nak jumpe aku. Sedey sial member buat camnih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the better part.&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/main_0409_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/main_0409_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sek. Men. Keb. Tmn Melawati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gua mmg all the way Melawati sampai Form 3. Nak cakap byk pengalaman tak jugak pasal everyday gi skolah balik itu jer. I don't think there's anymore to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/_dudes.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/_dudes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is kind of weird but even though there are a lot of girls in the picture, I was never close to one. Cakap pon 2-3 kali setahun je. I was so damn shy to talk to girls back then. Sometimes I still have that feeling when I talk to girls, rase cam tak nak cakap pasal malu sgt. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/starting_11+manager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/starting_11%2Bmanager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Gua mmg x cakap ngan betina, jantan jer laa yg gua layan. 11 org nih boley dikatekan member rapat gak aaa. Buat study group skali, main bola, gi Mid Valley tgk wayang, etc. Diorang nih laa live aku. Ke mane diorang pegi aku pegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MRSM Pengkalan Chepa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Kalau tak silap, waktu batch aku amik SPM, Maktab aku laa skola dpt result terbaik seluruh negara. Mmg bukan gua nak berlagak ke nak poyo ke ape, but when we found out that we were the best and we beat MRSM Taiping, pergh happy gile babi. Gua ingat aaa mmg tak abih2 berlagak depan dak Taiping bcoz the public asyik assume Taiping yg the best, skali kiterorg dpt no. 1 rasa cam on top of the world. Seriously, nih bukan poyo2 beb. Cerita betul nih beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/bdaybad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/bdaybad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inilah 1st seumur hidup aku, aku sambut birthday .. ngan classmate plak tuh. Another thing, dengan pompuan2 nih laa aku 1st time berinteraksi ngan kaum Betina. Takkan asyik nak jantan je sampai mati. I'll die a virgin aaa gitu. Byk aaa pengalaman2 with my classmates yg gua xleh lupe ... kalau gua explain kat sini pon nanti jadik panjang lebar plak. Sayang xde gambar asrama aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/pengetua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/pengetua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my gang kat PC. My classmate. Aku berdiri sebelah pengetua tuh jgn main2. Rambut jambu lagi. Everyday kiterorg nanti hangout depan class waktu recess and Pok Yie and Jaha akan pow gula2 batuk yg aku beli dr Co-op. Mamat sebelah kiri pengetua tuh name die Lijid(Fadhli Majid). Aku siap ade buat lagu tema utk die waktu kat PC dulu. Saso de Smak tuturutu turu Saso de Smak. Mmg bodo gile aa tapi dr Form 4 sampai ke Form 5 lagu tuh melekat. The 2 years I spent at MRSM PC were the best 2 years of my life(Eurotrip to lain cite .. itu bercuti namenye). Mmg waktu last day nak blah dr dorm tuh terase macam nak menangis bcoz I had to watch my frens leave one by one. Seriously, kalau boley mmg nak continue blaja kat sane je. That's how hard it was it was for me to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;UTM Skudai&lt;/strong&gt; - I enrolled for an express program right after SPM. So ade gak aaa waktu tuh dpt jumpe member2 PC aku .. but bukan yg biase aku hang out with .. so still terase sedey gak aaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;strong&gt;PPP Seksyen 17 Shah Alam&lt;/strong&gt; - Gua pon xtau aaa ape yg gua buat kat sini. Hari2 gi class bukan blaja pon .. dok rilek je. Mlm gi kuar lepak ngan Esyam .. kat PPP nih laa aku menjadik semakin rapat ngan Esyam, Kuyu and Yeng .. member2 PC aku.&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;University of Wisconsin&lt;/strong&gt; - The place where I'm at right now. Ade gak aa pengalaman menarik kat sini .. dok tempat mat salleh kan .. not as good as MRSM PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I the studious nerd or the last minute Hero?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say I still am the last minute Hero but before I entered MRSM PC, I was the last minute nerd. Bukan senang nak jumpe nerd yg study last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I the class 'taiko' or the teacher's pet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua rase aaa until MRSM PC I wasn't the class 'taiko' or the teacher's pet. Tapi dah masuk PC gua depan cikgu mmg teacher's pet aaa blakang .. ade gak 'taiko' sikit2. Gua ingat ade skali tuh Cikgu Zaidi (Cikgu Homeroom aku dan juge Warden) masuk bilik aku pukol 12 mlm. Obviously waktu tuh aku dah baring atas katil nak tido aaa kan. Die marah roommate2 aku nih. Die cakap "Kamu tak nampak ke Badrul tgh nak tido tuh .. kenape tak tutup lampu lagi!! Dah tgh mlm dah nih!!" Roommate gua sume panas. Krohkrohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the biggest rule I broke in school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm kalau x silap aku aku penah ponteng skola waktu sekola rendah dulu .. a couple of times gak. Ade skali tuh kantoi ngan parents aku haha. Tapi kalau cite yg lagi menarik. When I was in PC I was really active in Merentas Desa. Bukan setakat peringkat skola je. So ade aa skali tuh aku nak masuk Larian Antarabangsa Kelantan. Syarat die borang tuh kene hantar skali ngan tin Isomax sebijik. The night before the dateline gua xde tin Isomax lagi. Gua cuak aaa .. gua mane ade kecemerlangan akademik kat PC nih harap sijil merentas desa nih je la. So gua pon tekad utk fly. I remember clearly. The time was 11.30 pm. Tgh mlm nak fly sorang2 gile x gile. Gua panjat pagar blakang bilik aku. Ohh yeah I forgot to mention. Atas bilik aku bilik warden. Dgn selamber je aku panjat x pk langsung warden nampak ke tak. Gua jln kat 10 minit gi kedai Bapok. Skali die dah tutup. Gua pon menggelabah aaa. Jln plak gi Cabang Tiga tuh ade lagi 10 minit. Gua terlupe aa plak on the way gi Cabang 3 tuh ade Balai Polis. Mmg menggeletar tgn aku jln slow2. Skali sampai Cabang 3 tuh ade kedai runcit almost nak tutup. Alhamdulillah. Selamat aku. Gua beli 2 tin sekali gus, dpt balik tenage jln balik. ade kat 20 minit jln sorang2. Cuak woo. Skali bile gua sampai kat dorm, Exco Sukan, Muziman, Die dah gi fly belikan sume org satu tin. Gua mencarut x ingat dunia aaa ape lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Subjects I enjoyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mathematics and Modern Math - From Standard 1 to Form 5, I have never ever got anything other than an A.&lt;br /&gt;2) Pendidikan Jasmani - Kalau x silap, my PJK teacher when I was in Form 2 was Cikgu Zainal. Member campak bola bagi bebudak main. Pastuh die gi blakang blok layan ciggy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sociology 134 - Racial issues in America&lt;br /&gt;Best gile class nih .. dok dlm class tgk video buat2 lawak bodo sume .. satu2 nye class yg aku amik kat U of Wisc nih yg aku enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 teachers that inspired me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pn. Siti Hani (MRSM PC - Chem teacher) - Helped me a lot with Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;2) Cikgu Mat Derasid (MRSM PC - Bio teacher) - bagi aku minat nak blaja Bio .. kalau x mmg garenti fail nye.&lt;br /&gt;3) Pn. Nik Faridah (MRSM PC - English) - Cikgu paling sporting penah aku jumpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tige2 cikgu nih mmg gua ingat sampai mati aaa. Byk sgt jasa ngan gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My turn to tag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://syuadnan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syu Adnan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://www.someoneworld.com/"&gt;Meon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3)&lt;a href="http://ngobrolngobrol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)&lt;a href="http://mazree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mazree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5)&lt;a href="http://ijatney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ijat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114386381308554626?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114386381308554626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114386381308554626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114386381308554626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114386381308554626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/03/sekolah-sekolah-ku.html' title='Sekolah sekolah KU'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114248061432840689</id><published>2006-03-15T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:47:00.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Firenze Santa Maria Novella : Blow Job in the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's old news but I just wanna finish up with my Eurotrip stuff and move on. So, after Pisa it was Florence a.k.a Firenze. I'm not dure whether Firenze was the birth of Christianity or something but there were a lot of monuments that relate to that like statues of Leonardo and David, who are the prophets (I think).Like any other Italian city, Firenze has established for a very long time. So, everything looks kind of oldish .. I mean the buildings or whuteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when both King Kong and I were at our hostels, we met 2 Americans from Illinois. I forgot their names so just call them Jason and Brad. They told us that while on their journey from Amsterdam (if I'm not mistaken) to Firenze (which is like a 18 hour ride), they met a couple of American chicks. They took a night train btw. And during that night when Brad was fast asleep, Jason was wandering around and somehow bumped into those 2 chicks were so damn horny at that time. So Jason took 1 chick to the toilet. The other chick asked Jason bout Brad but he told her that he was asleep. So Jason just went with the 1st chick to the toilet. He was hoping for a nookie but only got a Blow Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when they arrived at Firenze, Jason talked to Brad about what happened yesterday. He told Brad "I've got some bad news and some good news. The bad news is yesterday I got a Blow Job from one of the chicks but it was a lousy one. She was an amateur. She didn't know how to suck shit. The good news is that the other chick was asking for you and she was really horny dude." Brad already pissed off at his friend here asked him " Why the fuck didn't you tell me??" and Jason replied "Dude, the other bitch was sucking my cock in the toilet .. how the fuck do you expect me to tell you?" Brad was angry at Jason until they arrived at the hostel where they met us. And guys I didn't make this story up .. maybe the names but not the story. C'mon aa beb, ingat gua nih suke buat2 cerita ke beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, meeting those 2 crazy Americans made my stop at Firenze more memorable as it was so damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's nothing better than 2 muscular men grabbing each other in the nude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_24.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Niccolo Macchiavelli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_26.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_26.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Roma Termini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114248061432840689?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114248061432840689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114248061432840689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114248061432840689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114248061432840689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/03/firenze-santa-maria-novella-blow-job.html' title='Firenze Santa Maria Novella : Blow Job in the train'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114178374195149775</id><published>2006-03-07T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:53:29.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Gullible : Your Guide to Buying a New Car</title><content type='html'>Most of us are already young adults now. You will reach a time when you already have a steady job and what more to do then to spend that money you just got on a brand new car. We all have different reasons for buying a car. Many of us guys are just doing it to impress the girls while there are still some noble ones who just buy cars for the sake of moving from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Daily Gullible has found a couple of ways to help you decide on your future car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, the most important criteria you must consider when buying a car is that you look awesomely great in it. It doesn't matter if you're fat, look like an Orang Utan or just plain ugly. If you look good in your car, chicks will dig you. They'll think "Hey, if I ride with this dude, I'm gonna look super hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you must have the right clothes to go with your ride. If you're like my man Kadak who's wearing Asrif's huge underwear on his head, you might have to take a reality check on yourself. Doing this means you are definitely not gonna get laid ... at all.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/menbadol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/menbadol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/dalekelah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/dalekelah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you plan to ride your car with your friends, make sure to take your best friend only. Otherwise, those other ass holes won't pay for gas.Btw, that's me sitting next to Asrif, back in our MRSM PC days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps if you just don't give a shit about your buddies because the only important thing to you is chicks. You need to get a car that will make the chicks jump inside your car without you asking them to do so. And that my friend, needs some wishful thinking. The car has to look sexy and has an element of finesse in it. It has to be masculine but doesn't show that you're self-centered and obsessed with how fast the car's maximum speed. And yes men are self-centered. You don't have to argue about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys be sure to make the right choice when buying a car and make sure you're the one making the final decision ... not the girl coz she's gonna ask you to buy a sleezy VW Beetle or Hyundai Accent(the one that Meon has krohkrohkroh).Happy Car Shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s If you're wondering where the remaining pictures went, well let's just say I had to deal with some copyright issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114178374195149775?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114178374195149775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114178374195149775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114178374195149775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114178374195149775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/03/daily-gullible-your-guide-to-buying.html' title='Daily Gullible : Your Guide to Buying a New Car'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114143897990322182</id><published>2006-03-03T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:15:45.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Gullible : Idiots' No. 1 Newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Fido2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/400/Fido2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; March 3rd, 2006 - The Malaysian Goverment has gone on a rampage and suspended a blog because it showed a picture lampooning Prophet Muhammad. Anarchy in Dystopia which is the title of the blog, is owned by Madison's own number 1 bachelor, Fido. He has been maintaining the blog for a couple of years now, providing his frequent viewers with intellectual writings with issues that range from economy to politics to just being patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido said he received a call on the suspension from the Internal Security Ministry yesterday evening. They also told him that they are thinking of revoking his Malaysian passport as there were some articles from his blog that criticised the Malaysian Government and the way they ruled the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meon, a close friend of Fido said that the goverment's suspension of Fido's blog is ridiculous. "What the fuck is this? We can't have our own fucking opinions? Fido was just expressing his thoughts regarding the issue and he wasn't even supporting the newspapers for publishing those caricatures of the Prophet. He was in fact criticizing them for mis-using the term 'freedom of speech'. What the fuck is wrong with that?" he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido said that he didn't regret writing that article as he believes that what he wrote was right. But he was clearly pissed of suspension and the thought that the government wants to revoke his Malaysian nationality. "I don't give a shit what they (the government) are gonna give me. I'm a proud American and America is the best nation in the world. We can win the World Cup !!!" Fido somehow being supportive of the American soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy in Dyctopia was suspended for reproducing offensive caricatures of Prophet Muhammad. Fido said he will appeal and perhaps go to International Court to fight for his blog. He said he won't dissapoint his supporters (if there are any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - This article was written just for the sake of humor. If any of you believe any part of this article, you are clearly a fucking idiot. The other thing I want to state is that I am thankful to the Malaysian Government for giving me the opportunity to study in the U.S.A. Satu lagi projek Barisan Nasional yang berjaya! Hidup Barisan Nasional!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114143897990322182?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114143897990322182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114143897990322182&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114143897990322182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114143897990322182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/03/daily-gullible-idiots-no-1-newspaper.html' title='Daily Gullible : Idiots&apos; No. 1 Newspaper'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114083227694637660</id><published>2006-02-24T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:51:16.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisa Centrale : Sakit tulang belakang tgk Pisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sambungan eurotrip aku, from Venice we headed to Florence or otherwise known as Firenze in Italy. We quickly went to our hostel and left our bags there to catch the next train to Pisa Centrale. Pisa is a small town outside of Firenze, about 1 hour 20 minutes by train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only allocated half a day for Pisa since there's nothing else there besides the leaning tower. At least we thought it was half a day. By the time we reached Pisa it was already 4 pm and in Italy by 5.30 - 6 pm the sky would go dark, so we had to take pictures a.s.a.p. So we were walking like crazy and this Pisa thing is not near the stazione at all, about 20 minutes gak aa. Itu pon jln laju. Tak sempat nak usya2 awek. Basically, we just went to the leaning tower, took some pictures, bought some souvenirs and went back to Firenze.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Pisa_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Pisa_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nih yg sakit tulang belakang nih. Posing same senget ngan Pisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Pisa_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Pisa_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the church next to the Pisa. Basically the leaning tower of Pisa was built to show how big Christianity/Catholicism(notsure) was at that time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Pisa_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Pisa_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;King Kong jeles gua lagi besar dr Pisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Pisa_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Pisa_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The church and the tower at a glance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Firenze_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Firenze_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end of the day, on the way back to Firenze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For everybody's infomation, what is so interesting bout the leaning tower of Pisa is that, it was built that way. It's not leaning one way bcoz tanah tuh mendap ke ape. But the architech built it that way so that it'll have some significance in the future and it has. For me as a future engineer, I was amazed how people from that time could think about things like that. They don't have proper education like we do, everything they have to figure out themselves and yet they amazed me with their creations. To tell you the truth, I only learnt that Pisa was built that way only when I was standing in front it, mesmerized by the architecture. Hopefully one day I'll be someone who creates something that would make other people stare at my creation at awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next : Firenze Santa Maria Novella &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114083227694637660?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114083227694637660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114083227694637660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114083227694637660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114083227694637660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/pisa-centrale-sakit-tulang-belakang.html' title='Pisa Centrale : Sakit tulang belakang tgk Pisa'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114055181036739291</id><published>2006-02-21T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:56:50.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Siti Nurhaliza really that generous???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/siti%20nurhaliza%20poyo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/400/siti%20nurhaliza%20poyo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everybody, I just saw this in Utusan yesterday. It appeared that Siti Nurhaliza or her company, Siti Nurhaliza Productions donated RM500,000 to Yayasan Anti Dadah or something. Apparently, Siti is very concern with the involvement of our youths with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all biases aside, is that what you called a donation? Then why did Siti do it in public that everybody could see her donating such huge amount of money. C'mon aaa if you want to donate, ikhlas aa sikit. Takyah nak carik publisiti plak. It looked as though she wanted everybody to think she's a good person. Even her smile was fake. Maybe she is a good person but the fact that she donated money in the eye of the public doesn't make her a respectable person. That's my opinion aaa. If you wanna do something good like donate money or whatever, do it privately. Only God needs to know that you're doing a good thing, not others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114055181036739291?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114055181036739291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114055181036739291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114055181036739291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114055181036739291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-siti-nurhaliza-really-that-generous.html' title='Is Siti Nurhaliza really that generous???'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-114022535738590927</id><published>2006-02-17T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:15:57.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezia Santa Lucia : The Italian Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the next morning after spending a day in Milan, Giant and I took a train to Venice. You must be thingking that we were going to one of the most beautiful places in the world. You thought since you watched The Italian Job and in that movie Venice was so damn beautiful, you figured that we might be having the time of our lives over there. Well, that's just bullshit!! We covered everthing in just one day. And I quote from Nick Gani "Venice is over-rated coz in the movies you see the city with beautiful views and everything ... only when you go there baru sedar there's nothing big in the city." Panjang tuh quote jgn main2 but Nick already warned me about Venice before I went on my Eurotrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there were nice views but not as extravagant or bizarre as the Hollywood movies make you think it would look like. Even the water is dirty, seriously. It was just as dirty as Sungai Gombak but this one was green. Dekat bangunan tuh boley nampak lumut2 from the greenish water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 2 interesting places pon kat Venice, the bridge and the St. Marco Square. Forgot the name of the bridge though. And then the gondolas. At first, Giant and I thought of going for it but after covering everything in just one day, rase cam x menarik plak. King Kong said "kalau gi ngan awek xpe gak .. nih gi ngan ko." Macam aku nak je naik ngan die. Si King Kong tuh naik gondola tuh garenti tenggelam terus .. mmg selamat aa die x naik ngan awek die nanti tenggelam skali krohkrohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, when both of us were enjoying the scenery nih, suddenly came 3 Italian police officers asking for our passports. Gua pon menggelabah aa x pasal2 masuk lokap. Nanti kene ketuk ketampi dlm keadaan berbogel ... ngan Giant plak tuh .. nasib malang aa gamaknye. Thank god it was nothing but the funny thing was the officer x pasal2 tanye pasal Sandokan. Gua pon pelik aaa apehal tetibe Sandokan plak nih. Selamat Giant teringat Sandokan the Malayan Tiger, cartoon zaman dahulu kala. Apparently, kat Italy Sandokan is quite famous. Siap ade movie lagi. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see, mmg x menarik Venice nih.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the view from the Rialto Bridge, baru teringat. Gua tgh amik video awek krohkrohkroh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the St. Marco Church which right in front of St. Marco Square. Busy gile area nih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the Square. Penuh gile ngan burung sial sume gemok2 asyik kene suap ngan kacang2. Actually best gak bagi makan kat burung. Skali bagi mmg 50 burung dtg kerumun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing with the gondolas. Belakang tuh either a church or something like that kot. I didn't go coz kalau nak gi kene naik bot and aku nak saving. So amik gamba dr jauh je la gamaknye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is somewhere near St. Marco Square. ramai org but nice view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gua x posing tapi pengayuh gondola tuh yg posing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Venice_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Venice_25.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gua melayan emosi&lt;/p&gt;We stayed in Venice for 3 nights and the 3rd day, we didn't know what to do. Dah cover everything so jln pusing2 buat bodoh je. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next : Firenze Santa Maria Novella (Florence)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-114022535738590927?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/114022535738590927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=114022535738590927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114022535738590927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/114022535738590927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/venezia-santa-lucia-italian-job.html' title='Venezia Santa Lucia : The Italian Job'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113989181749100961</id><published>2006-02-13T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:36:57.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHUT THE PHUQ!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Indeed those are the 3 words that came out of my mouth when I saw this video. I know I'm supposed to write about my trip to Venice but this is too phuqing stoopid I had to put it in my blog at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5uOQCFzEw4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5uOQCFzEw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="350" TEXT-ALIGN: center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape cakap aku x dengar lagu Melayu? Nih lagu Melayu ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakap pasal jambu2 nih ... Redzuan Abd. Rahim ape cite aaa lame x dengar khabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next : Venezia Santa Lucia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113989181749100961?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113989181749100961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113989181749100961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113989181749100961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113989181749100961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/whut-phuq.html' title='WHUT THE PHUQ!!!!!'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113933839800118173</id><published>2006-02-07T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:30:11.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milano : The Mafia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the same day we were in Monaco, we left for Milano Centrale Stazione. We took a late train and arrived in Milan around 11 pm. Since it was already late, we figured that we might as well ask somebody to get directions to the hostel instead of just using a bloody map. We didn't ask the travel infomation center or anything, we asked a bunch of security guards and to our suprise, one of the dudes spoke in fluent English and he's Italian too. WTF??? When we were in France, nobody knew or wanted to talk to us in English. Here, even a Pak Guard pon tau how to speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, led us to our hostel and to our shock the streets were deserted. Kosong. Nobody was there. There's some sampah sarap on the streets which made them looked even more scarier. The streets looked like in Godfather or Scarface where the Mafias operate. Cuak sial. Selamat ade Suria Perkase yg sudah Hitam utk menyelamatkan keadaan. Krohkrohkroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much in Milan except for the Duomo(church), unless if you're a soccer fan like myself, you can go to the Sansiro, AC Milan and Inter Milan's stadium. But actually I didn't go there coz it was quite far from the city but I did buy a lot souvenirs from the 2 Milan teams.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_01.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_01.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not .. Bata is not just a stupid brand that sells Bata and Power shoes. In Europe Bata is established for selling quality women's shoes (high heels that go up to the knees). You can find Bata stores close to Armani stores .. how weird is that? Bata is a high class brand tuh.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing bace map&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_05.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aku dulu cita2 nak jadik pemandu F1"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_08.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_08.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right in front of the Duomo. Sort of like a Square (Trafalgar Sq. etc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_10.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Duomo itself. From outside it is beautiful. Nampak classic abih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_11.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nih plak the entrance to this exquisite mall. If i'm not mistaken this building was built a long time ago. Byk awek2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_12.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tugu Negara kat Italy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_13.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing depan air terjun sikit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_16.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying my Fonzies a.k.a Twisties Italy Perise keju lagi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_18.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_18.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Lonely kegersangan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Milan_19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Milan_19.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sorry but I don't whut's the name of this 'thing'&lt;/p&gt;Pretty much there's nothing in Milano and I don't look forward o coming here at all. If there's a soccer game boley kot but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next : Venezia St. Lucia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113933839800118173?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113933839800118173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113933839800118173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113933839800118173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113933839800118173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/milano-mafia.html' title='Milano : The Mafia'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113907140118685551</id><published>2006-02-04T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:43:25.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monaco : Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Jan 5th, we woke up early to get the hell out of the damn hostel. Tak tahan nak melayan makcik tua nih cakap French. Just imagine the old lady was talking to me for 10 minutes without me understanding whut the fuck she was talking bout'. Pressure x ingat. Anyways we took the morning train to Monaco. We arrived there quite early too about 10 am (10 is considered really early for us) since the train ride was about half an hour. At that time, we were still stupid enough not to realize there was a storage place to keep our heavy backpacks. So we had to carry our backpacks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much of a difference if you wanna compare Monaco to Marseille. The view was beautiful since both of them are sort of cam gulf aaa tapi kecik punya. Scenery sume lawa gila. But there's one big difference aaa. The people who live in Monaco are all fuckin' rich. I'm not kidding. I was just standing at one of the main streets (tgh tunggu King Kong nak abis gayut ngan awek die), berderet kete2 mewah jln. Rolls-Royces and Bentleys were everywhere. Heck, there was even a Ferrari workshop there and an Enzo in the garage too. I saw an Aston Martin, Lambos .. it's like a fantasy place where all the luxury cars are there. Daymmnnn!! The people there made me feel really small aaa ... since most of them are millionaires. Terase kerdil sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the luxury cars and the scenery, there weren't any attractions in Monaco. Basically we just walked around je. And waiting for King Kong calling his gf pon boley tahan lame gak.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Bob insist nak tgk gambar without me in it, tunjuk aa satu. This is taken from inside the train (Nice to Monaco)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right in front of the train station. Baru sampai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Monaco is very famous for it's racing circuit (formula 1), there were a couple of these around the city&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Control macho sikit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure bout' the name of the place but sort of macam this one whole street yg cam shopping area&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poser Darth Vader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from above&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohh my god .. my balls!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Monaco_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Monaco_20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAYYMMNN!!!&lt;/p&gt;Next : Milano Centrale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113907140118685551?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113907140118685551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113907140118685551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113907140118685551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113907140118685551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/02/monaco-lifestyle-of-rich-and-famous.html' title='Monaco : Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113875459937320068</id><published>2006-01-31T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:43:19.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marseille : Melawati Kebab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Jan 4th, we took the TGV (used to be the world's fastest train) to Marseille. It was a 3-4 hour journey and the view was nice too. I saw the outskirts of the city and somehow it made me feel really calm. Byk gak nampak ladang2 anggur dlm perjalanan tuh. Obviously aa kan since the french drink a lot of wine. Anyways we arrived in Marseille around afternoon. It was lunch time and we were so damn hungry. Giant poyo xnak ngaku lapar budget org percaye perut die kecik aaa. So we went looking for a place to eat outside of the train station and there it was a kebab restaurant. Halal plak tuh. Dah laa gua x katok .. mmg meleleh air liur aaa makan kebab syok abih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kat Marseille nih there weren't many places to visit besides the church and Palais Longchamp. Actually there's a nice mosque kat sini. Ukiran sume mmg lawa. So gua sound aaa Giant nak gi sane amik2 gamba sume. Si King Kong pon reply " ko amik aa gamba, aku nak gi masjid tuh nak semayang je." Mamat nih boley tahan poyo gak sebenarnye ... gua pon datang sane nak semayang aaa ingat gua nih jahil sgt ke? Asyik amik gambar church je, nanti org ingat aku murtad plak, so tukar sikit amik gambar masjid. Disebabkan x tahan dgn kepoyoran King Kong gua pon xde semangat nak gi coz the mosque is quite far from the train station. So we only went to the church and the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a huge mistake actually bcoz we didn't know the train station provided a storage place for people to store their bags. So we went from one place to another with our heavy backpacks. Dayymmmnnnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the church. Not sure bout the name though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The train station is just below these steps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Termenung jauh. This is Palais Longchamps btw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posing depan air terjun yg penuh keladak. Still in the palace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front view of Palais Longchamp. Really beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you don't know, Marseille is located by the sea. So the scenery mmg lawa aaa, but there weren't any beaches. Cume tanjung tempat bot2 berlabuh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Marseille_24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Marseille_24.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That night we took a train to Nice. We actually wanted to get a youth hostel in Monaco but there wasn't any. So since Nice is the closest town from Monaco ( bout 30 minutes) we decided to sleep at Nice. When we arrived at the hostel, there was an old lady waiting for us. She knew shit bout English I guess coz I was trying to ask her bout our room and the price, and she was mumbling some shit in French. I just had enough of it .. so I paid the bill to keep her quite. The great news was that we got the whole apartment to ourselves. Siap ade kitchen lagi ( biar x masak pon). Both me and King Kong slept in different rooms lagi. Mmg nyenyak aaa tido mlm tuh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow : Monaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113875459937320068?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113875459937320068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113875459937320068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113875459937320068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113875459937320068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/marseille-melawati-kebab.html' title='Marseille : Melawati Kebab'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113841770588385343</id><published>2006-01-27T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:08:25.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris : Bonjour missiour cibuple merci .. seghabuk aaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Jan 1st, Giant and I took the morning train from London to Paris. We arrive at Gare de Lyon around afternoon, took a subway to Barbes Rouchart which was only one station away and there it was, our hostel. So near to the station, our luck I guess. We put down our backpacks and straightaway went out. There was only one place we really wanted to go. You guessed it, the famous Eiffel Tower. Before, We could only watch it on TV or hear about it from people like Nick Gani who have travelled around Europe. Now it was our turn to experience it. When we reached the tower, it was mesmerizing. The Eiffel tower awed the both of us. We did go up the tower but only to the 2nd level, by walking up the stairs btw. We had to take the elevator to the top and the line was just too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing was that up on the Eiffel tower I met my MRSM PC classmate. She was quite close to me back then but we hadn't meet in like 5 years. Qistina Sabrina is her name and now she has changed a lot. Haha. She's a Beyonce wannabe now krohkrohkroh. I'm gonna shut my ass now and start showing you guys some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know whut's the name of the place but it sure as hell looks nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pakai jersey PSG sikit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qist is the one next to me, with her 2 frens. Mamat laki tuh macho abih ngan sunglasses besar lagi tak tahan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skodeng awek dari atas Eiffel tower. Layan steam sikit haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_40.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Champs Illyses. Symbolizes how big the empire was back then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_52.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nih plak Notre Dame. This is like the biggest and oldest church in Paris. Seriously it's beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_80.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the back is the Lourve. It is the biggest art museum in the world. Somebody told us that if we spend 2 seconds at one picture, it would take us one week to cover the whole place. We wanted to go inside but we were out of luck. We didn't know the Lourve is closed on Tuesdays. &lt;/p&gt;We met 2 Asian Canadians at our hostel on our last day at Paris, and they told us that our hostel was really close to Moulin Rouge. We walked for 10 minutes and there it was, Moulin Rouge. Selamat jumpe 2 mamat nih kalau tak mmg lepas bodoh je. Aku ngan Giant tak terpikir langsung pasal Moulin Rouge waktu ade kat Paris until jumpe 2 mamat tuh.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Paris_91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Paris_91.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The great thing about Paris was that the chicks were so damn hot. I'm not kidding man. It was hard for us to find any ugly women coz they are so beautiful and they dressed so neatly. Gersang je rase.&lt;br /&gt;But Paris is really for people who are in love aaa seriously. Everywhere they were people making out, under the Eiffel tower, dlm subway pon nak make out gak, get a room aaa c'mon man. It came to a stage where it was annoying bcoz byk sgt.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Paris was a great experience. Just staring at the Eiffel tower inspired me a lot, how the hell people at that time figured out how to build such things? Many beautiful scenaries, not to forget the gurls. The french chicks were superhot. I don't mind coming here one more time, just for the chicks man. Haha. C'mon aa gua single gersang tuh gersang gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Marseille&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113841770588385343?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113841770588385343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113841770588385343&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113841770588385343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113841770588385343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/paris-bonjour-missiour-cibuple-merci.html' title='Paris : Bonjour missiour cibuple merci .. seghabuk aaa'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113814981302147654</id><published>2006-01-24T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:43:33.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>London : Friday prayers at MHall canceled coz no water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the delay but I've been busy doing some errands for the coming Midwest Games 2006. Anyways, on the 29th both Giant and I took the morning train to London. We arrive there around afternoon and went straight to our hostel. After checking in, we went to our room to find an old man wearing a sweater and a tight 'spender'. Giant got turned on since he's gay. After dealing with the Spenderguy, we straight away went out in search for more beautiful views (not to say that looking at the Spenderguy wasn't a great view haha). I don't wanna write a lot coz there lots of pics that I wanna show u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_42.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_42.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the London eye. We didn't manage to get on to it bcoz it was closed on New Year's Eve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gua xtau name tempat nih ape tapi lawa sial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the Trafalgar Sq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_28_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_28_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the famous Buckingham Palace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_26_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_26_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you look closely you can see Malay States written on the stone/tomb/whuteva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was looking for Regent St. baru terjumpe. This is Piccadilly Circus btw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Asyik2 Giant je gayut .. gua pon nak gayut gak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bakal menjadi gambar Salam Hari Raya Utusan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_02_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_02_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Houses of Parliament sikit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As a whole, I like London a lot. The atmosphere was nice even though there was one day when it rained from morning til evening. The people were very friendly and what I liked the most was there was this M'sian restaurant, Mawar.The atmosphere in the restaurant was so similar to the ones in back home. Siap ade awek2 M'sian lagi jage kaunter. But the one thing I hate the most was this thing below. You can find it everywhere in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/London_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/London_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fuck Jose Mourinho and Fuck Chelsea too. Man Utd 1 - 0 Liverpool. WooHoo.&lt;/p&gt;London was awesome. I don't mind coming back here. I really like the city a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Paris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113814981302147654?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113814981302147654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113814981302147654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113814981302147654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113814981302147654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/london-friday-prayers-at-mhall.html' title='London : Friday prayers at MHall canceled coz no water'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113787086644282445</id><published>2006-01-21T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:14:26.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester : Mazree mamat tabligh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Dec 27th, we flew from Dublin to Manchester using Ryan Air as we thought that was the cheapest way to travel there. We ended up paying 53 euros each for the tickets, the tax alone was around 20 euros. Damn. byk gile belanje. Anyways the flight was terrible. I got the seat next to the window and Giant sat in the middle. At the aisle was a drunk Englishman. Ohhh yeahh. Not only the smell of liquor was bothering us, the words that came out of his mouth were full of shit. No kidding. He was constantly talking about the plane will go up and then must come down, and then started to laugh his ass off. Since Giant was seating next to him, Giant was really fucked up haha. Thank God I fell asleep. Bangun elok2 je airplane landing. We had to pay about 20 pounds for the cab since my man Mazree malas nak amik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Mazree telah mengejutkan kami utk bersembahyang Subuh. Kami sungguh terkejut. KahKahKah. Just kidding. Mazree nih mmg alim orgnye. Selalu join bebudak tabligh main bola lagi krohkrohkroh. Takde bende pon actually nak buat kat Manchester nih besides going to Old Trafford, Manchester United nye stadium. Unless you're a dumbass like ASSrif HOLEmar, sokong Manchester City, boley aa gi stadium lagi satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth I was the one who wanted to go to Manchester since I'm a hardcore Man United fan. So bile first sampai kat Theater of Dreams (name stadium) tuh, mmg overwhelming gak aaa. Cam terngange sebentar. "I've been supporting this football club since I was a kid and now I'm in front of the stadium" I thought. So both Giant and I took the stadium tour laa ape lagi. Here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/Manchester_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in front of the stadium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_01_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Manchester_01_1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nih tempat press conference&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_05_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Manchester_05_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the changing room &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_04_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/Manchester_04_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nih plak bench tempat Alex Ferguson dan pemain2 duduk waktu game &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/Manchester_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the stadium itself from inside &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically itu je aa yg kiteorg buat kat Manchester nih, lawat Old Trafford. Ingat nak join tabligh skali ngan Mazree tapi takde mase nak buat camne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Manchester_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/200/Manchester_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saje nak menyelit taxi UK. Cute isn't it? &lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow : London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113787086644282445?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113787086644282445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113787086644282445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113787086644282445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113787086644282445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/manchester-mazree-mamat-tabligh.html' title='Manchester : Mazree mamat tabligh'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113774999978950184</id><published>2006-01-20T02:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:39:59.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin : Berjumpe mini Giant</title><content type='html'>Exactly on Xmas day we left Madison for Chicago (Flight tickets on Xmas were the only ones that were cheap). Took the flight from Chicago O'hare to Dublin via Paris. We had a delay in Paris bcoz the French were ass holes. No seriously. The Paris airport is an international airport an yet they only have 2 body scanners (the ones u have to pass thru b4 boarding). There was like 100 people there n only 2 scanners. WTF? So both giant n I missed our flight laaa. Baru start journey dah ade byk halangan. Anyways, we managed to fly to dublin n arrived there 3 hours later than scheduled. Thank God Giant's bro, Amin, woke up late that morning so he didn't have to wait for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear things up, Amin is as tall as me which can be considered as quite tall. I'm 5'10" or 180 cm. But according to Giant and I quote "Amin tuh aaa yg paling pendek antare adik beradik aku." I was like daymn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enuf bout Giant. Before arriving in Dublin, I was under the impression that Dublin was a small city just like Madison. My fren Adrian, who is Irish btw, bullshitted me that there's nothing in Dublin. But when Amin took us around Dublin, it was really a happening place. I mean it was much more interesting than Madison obviously. Well feck yah Adrian. Feck yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Dublin_03_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/Dublin_03_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the attractions in Dublin was the Dublin Castle. There was nothing interesting there actually. It was just a building with a garden I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/Dublin_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/Dublin_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Amin took us to Griffon/Grifton St. (gua lupe aaa). Jln nih mmg happening abis aaa. Dah aa on that day boxing day kat Dublin kot and this street mmg penuh ngan kedai best2. Tapi yg paling syok skali Dublin nih mmg penuh ngan awek2 medic. Pergh gua tak tipu same lu. Ke hulu ke hilir asyik jumpe awek Malaysian je. Gua pon terliur je tgk. Nak shopping pon semangat je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is there are too many Malaysians in the UK so mmg diorang x tego antare satu same lain which is so different compared to the States. Kat US x pernah jumpe pon boley jadik member. Kat UK when you see another Malaysian cam buat2 x kenal je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, both Giant and I only spent 1 1/2 days je kat Madison bcoz we had to catch a flight to Manchester. Kiterorg almost terlepas flight for the 2nd time pasal tersilap amik bas to the airport. Di dlm bus tuh both of us were really sad. Giant pasal die terpakse meninggalkan Amin. Aku plak sedey pasal terpakse meninggalkan awek2 Dublin. Kalau stay sane for another day ade possibility dpt no tepon. Cut me some slack ok, I'm single. Gersang aaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Manchester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113774999978950184?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113774999978950184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113774999978950184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113774999978950184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113774999978950184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/dublin-berjumpe-mini-giant.html' title='Dublin : Berjumpe mini Giant'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113760902864728638</id><published>2006-01-18T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T02:48:03.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a hippie</title><content type='html'>I am sorry guys. I haven't done any writing for the last 3 weeks. Just got back from Europe at 2 am tuesday morning. The trip was really awesome though. I'm not kidding around and it's not bcoz I went there with Giant/Jayen/KingKong/Suria Perkasa yg sudah Hitam. The places I visited, the experience, meeting new people ... everything. It was the best 3 weeks of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there I realized one thing though, the way I dressed was so different from the way the Europeans dressed. Even the Malaysians in Europe dressed differently than the M'sians in the U.S. The men were so metrosexual, I mean they really take good care of their image which was the opposite of me(when I was there laa). Kat sane, I wore the same winter jacket and the same pants every day (hey I did wash my pants every now and then ok!). That's like the way I dress over here in the States. But over there, the men were like replicas of David Beckham, seriously. The fact that I only shower once a day or sometimes once every 2 days didn't help my image either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't go to Europe to worry about my image. I went there to explore places I thought I never had the chance to go to. With that, everyday I will start writing about the cities I travelled to and my experiences when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s people .. please make this blog more active ... just leave ur comments or something. It'll make me a really happy person. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113760902864728638?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113760902864728638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113760902864728638&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113760902864728638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113760902864728638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-hippie.html' title='I am a hippie'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113535988538215954</id><published>2005-12-23T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:46:10.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/dr%20dlm%20mate%20kekasih1.mpg?uniq=cxxzgv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/bhmdbadursah/web/dr%20dlm%20mate%20kekasih1.mpg?uniq=cxxzgv" type="mediaplayer" 0px="" auto="" 10px="" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to Europe for a couple of weeks so I wanna leave something special for you guys to check out. I've been thinking bout putting this video on my website for a long time now but since I didn't how to use that Java crap I had to steal the codes from someone else's website. Just so you know, Mudin wrote this song all by himself. Impressive huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this 2 year old video brings back many fun and unforgetable memories I had with my seniors Mudin, Hakim, Bardeque, Malik, Apis and We. Those people were really quite close to me. I remembered that when I 1st arrived in Madison, Malik, Apis and We were the ones who greeted me made me feel like I was close to home. All the 3 of them introduced me to life in Madison. I guess that's the reason why I was really close to them up until they graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was close to Mudin, Hakim and Bardeque coz we played soccer a lot I guess. And after that we all would go to Denny's and hang out for 2-3 hours just talking crap and making stupid jokes bout each other. But I do have special memories with each one of them. I remembered one time I dislocated my shoulder when we were all playing soccer. Mudin not only sent to the hospital, he waited for 3 hours until I was done. Hakim well, he lived with me, meon, madi and giant during summer of 2003. I learned a lot just by living with him. He was so mature than I was, which was the reason why I ditched my dirty jokes n shit. I realized that it's too immature to make those stupid high school jokes anymore and it made me feel embarassed. Bardeque, besides being famous for selling chicken and meat, had quite an interesting character. Both of us used to make fun of Man (my senior - just graduated). Especially during summer of 2004, when Man was trying to make a move on this girl, X. Both of Bardeque and I made jokes about Man and X, it was so extreme it came to a stage where Man was speechless and almost cried. KROHKROHKROH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had great memories with you guys and I plan to cherish it for the rest my of life. It's hard to find friends like you guys who are willing to sacrifice your own money, time and effort just bcoz ur friends need it. All of you helped me a lot not only with your mental and physical strength, but also you helped me grow up to be a man. I appreciate every thing you guys have done for me. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have a great life ahead. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113535988538215954?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113535988538215954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113535988538215954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113535988538215954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113535988538215954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2005/12/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down the Memory Lane'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113505097656202280</id><published>2005-12-19T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:29:37.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or Not to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/sekabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/sekabo.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't updated my blog for more than a week now. Been busy with finals and .. believe it or not my euro trip. Somehow yesterday I was browsing thru my collection of photos and I found this. This is actually the front page of my university's own newspaper The Daily Cardinal. On the left is a picture Malaysians during the Discover Malaysia night. I was forced to participate for that thing since I was the youngest batch in Madison at that time. I did the Indian dance (my performance was awesome btw) and the one in the picture - Dikir Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2 years in Kelantan so one could sayI had a lot of experience in Dikir Barat. If I'm not mistaken I did 2 DB performances while I was in Kelantan. ASSrif HOLEmar was in both of them since he was my classmate. My first DB was horrible yet educational. It was like during the orientation week or something, and there were thirteen of us including me and ASSrif HOLEmar. The reason why I said it was horrible was bcoz I was the only non-Kelantanese/T'ganu in the group. There was this one time when they wanted to check on how I was doing since I'm an outsider to this DB thing so they asked me to sing the DB song .. alone. The fact that I know shit bout kecek kelate at that time really 'helped' me a lot. Those bastards started laughing their asses off right after I started singing. That was kind of the reason why my I learned how to kecek kelate pretty quick .. bcoz of the DB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the picture, as you can see in it were Giant, Zarina and me. At the back sitting, were Nick and Efa. If you scrutinise carefully, my face was the most right and to the right was an article about a terrorist that was arrested. There was a picture of him with his thick beard. I got the thinkin' and I realized that if I had a beard like that in my picture I would look just like him. Damn people couldn't even differentiate between him and me. What a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing bout the picture is that next to me was Giant. Both Giant and I are going to Europe this winter break and when I looked at the picture ... I thought Is this suppose to be a sign? That Giant and I are destined to be partners? I hope not coz both of us are totally different. Giant .. well every chick wants him .. he can just snap his fingers and chicks will be coming from every direction. Which is totally different in my case. Chicks hate me coz I like to curse a lot and I do mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me you can ask&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DEYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="mailto:capellanadea@hotmail.com"&gt;capellanadea@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. She even shouted at me when I said pantat a couple of times. Cut me some slack ok I had a bad day. "&lt;strong&gt;Kalau ko nak mencarut gi aaa mencarut sorang2 .. xyah buat depan kiteorg (the gurls)" &lt;/strong&gt;I believe those were her words. Krohkrohkroh. Deya mengamuk x ingat. I don't know why but somehow I remember that moment so clearly in my mind. Even though Deya was angry at that time, I couldn't helped myself but laughed coz it was so funny kene sound pasal mencarut byk sgt. Don't worry both Deya and I are good now. It's weird how something so intense can turn out to be a big joke. Sorry Deya. Salah ko gak. Mengamuk x pasal2 sape suruh. KROHKROHKROH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my picture, asyik2 terpesong je. If I were to write a karangan right now, I'm seriously fucked up. That picture actually has a sentimental meaning to me. Not that I appeared in the picture with Giant. Hell no. That was the first time I've ever appeared on the newspaper. Frontpage lagi. Bangge sial. And I can only celebrate it with Giant. woohoo (crying).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113505097656202280?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113505097656202280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113505097656202280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113505097656202280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113505097656202280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or Not to be'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113418423537333446</id><published>2005-12-09T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:10:35.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Programmers Are Losers</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't updated my blog. I have been busy with assignments, lab reports and most importantly .... a computer programming project. I don't exactly know why the fuck do students majoring in electrical engineering have to take that fucking subject in the 1st place. It's a core subject ... I mean what the fuck man. I'm so pissed off coz everytime I come to class I don't understand shit. Might as well just stay indoors and get some sleep. Buak gapo kawe nok gi kelah kalu hok satu pong kawe tok pahe? Tok pahe sehabuk nih demo tau dok. Teke molek.... ok enough of my gecek kelate ... hmm I haven't gecek kelate for awhile now since my MRSM PC days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Anyways, bout this CS course I'm taking, the thing I hate the most is that I have to take the fucking course with other students who are majoring in computer engineering. Now that's really fucked up. You can't just ask an EE dude to jump in with CE guys and mingle around like there's nothing going on. It's a computer programming course for god's sake. That's what CE majors are good at. And you expect me, someone who really knows shit bout programming, man ... that's so fucking unfair. I can't even build my own fucking blog for crying out loud. Had to ask Meon for some help but then he fucked me up .. well sort of. He added a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sabul&lt;/span&gt; link in my website without my consent. In case you haven't click on the link yet, Sabul is sort of a porn blog or something like that. There are pics of naked chicks in that blog which might interest some of you guys. FYI ... I only heard bout &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sabul&lt;/span&gt; after Meon added it to my website. He has a lot of this weird links. Just so you know, he's a computer geek. Last weekend, I caught him reading a php or Java book. C'mon aaaa weekend jer pon. At least gua tido awal je ... lu bace buku programming hari sabtu ape cite. Gile loser!! (Note: Meon has helped me a lot with my website and when my pc fucked up. I do appreciate his help) But c'mon aaa wey weekend bace buku programming ape cer?? Kalau bace utk exam xpe gak ... nih saje2 nak menambah ilmu pengetahuan .... HUISH(tergamam sebentar). Just in case I pissed him off - Gurls Meon is a great guy. Just click on &lt;a href="http://www.someoneworld.com/"&gt;Meon&lt;/a&gt; ... you might find him 'interesting'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Enough bout that dude and back to my course. Pergh gile jauh terpesong cakap pasal Meon. Anyways, about a month ago I was given this project. The interesting part is that it's a group project for 2. I figured that since Epul is also taking the class he can be my partner. But no. He ditched me and opted for his fren, Robert, I think that's his name. Anyways, I was left all by myself and the fact that I didn't fucking know anybody else in that class didn't help either. So, I had to send an email to the whole class asking them whether there's still somebody out there for me iskiskisk. Siap 20 org reply gile &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot stuff&lt;/span&gt; sial aku. And then from the ones who replied my email, I looked for chicks and there was this person named Gabe Gottfredson. I figured since that person's name is Gabriel, it might be a she. So, I was enthusiastic about meeting 'her' for the 1st time. Semangat aaa amik awek mat salleh jadik partner ... maner tau boley ayat jadik awek ke ... But when I waited for 'her' at the computer lab just to glance at 'her' beautiful eyes (pergh gile jiwang) tunggu punye tunggu dtg sorang mamat nih introduced  himself as Gabe. I was like DAYYYYMMMMMM!!!!!!! Gile potong steam. I was a bit disappointed aaa. Ade harapan tinggi gak nak jumpe awek. But the good thing was  he said he's majoring in CE.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           This dude was fucking good. We went blazing thru the project. I already finished doin the project like 50% and I wanted to ask Epul about the part where I got stuck. Skali tgk Epul pon x start lagi. KROHKROHKROH. Just to show u guys how brilliant Gabe was, he did a Data Shift Register with 7 multiplexers and rips and stuff in just half an hour. The damn thing was so fucking complicated. I mean he was explaining it to me while he was doin it and I didn't understand a fucking thing that came out of his mouth but of coz I just nodded and pretended I knew what he's talkin bout. Kalau x nampak bodoh plak. I mean he took just 30 fucking minutes to do that thing ..... It could take him like a day to explain it to me but I still wouldn't understand shit. Anyways, we finished doin the project this morning at 3 am. Ohhh yeah ... we were at the computer lab from 5 pm the day b4. Fuck I just realized that I just spent 10 hours with a guy name Gabe. DAAYYYMMMM. Dah aaa xde awek. Melepak ngan laki sepanjang mlm plak tuh. If this continues I might turn into a jambu. DAYMM. This is BULLSHIT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113418423537333446?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113418423537333446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113418423537333446&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113418423537333446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113418423537333446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2005/12/computer-programmers-are-losers.html' title='Computer Programmers Are Losers'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113345190950071082</id><published>2005-12-01T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:37:42.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 degrees of separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/1600/differ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5988/1889/320/differ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since this is actually my first blog, I think I better write bout myself. Honestly speaking, I've never thought growing up would be so difficult until I went back to Malaysia last summer. I had to change my driver's license. Only at that time I realized that the picture I used for my driver's license was the one I took for my MRSM application form. I can't help myself as laughed from ear to ear coz I look like a "budak hingusan". As u can see, at 15 I only had a thin mustache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For my new driver's license, obviously I'm not gonna use my "budak hingusan" pic. It's embarassing. If the police see it, they'll laugh their asses off. Well fuck them. It's not that I give a shit bout the police anyways,the thing is even I'm embarassed just looking at that picture. So, getting a new picture for my license was a must and that's what I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After getting the picture, I compared it to the 15 year old pic. I was like&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what the fuck!! Those 2 don't look the same at all. Their like 2 different guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;." I was shocked. In 7 years there could be so much difference. That person on the left is just a kid while the one on the right is a man, with a macho goatie (haha goatie mahal tuh). Damn! I didn't realize I grew up so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean for fuck's sake, even my facial structure changed. Ok maybe I gained a little weight after going back but that was only 5 kilos. My total was like 70 kilos but when I was 15 my weight was like 55 or something. Cut me some slack ok, I haven't been back home for 2 1/2 years and I don't katok some more. Breakfast mkn nasi lemak supper telan mee goreng. Obviously I was gonna get fatter aaa. Even my mother told me to jaga my weight. As I recalled, when I was 15, my mother always told me to eat a lot coz I was so fucking thin. What the fuck man, you're the one who told me to eat (I didn't really say that to my mom if that's what u'r thinkin'). Anyways, since ramadan I've lost all those 5 kilos of fat so I'm back to myself again (sendiri claim kurus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back to my pics. After doing a bit of thinking, I realized that back then I had no responsibility at all. Everything just goes by the day. Hidup melepak je. Study pon last minute. I was lucky to get straight A's for PMR. I realized during the process of changing between those 2 periods, there were many decisions I had to make on my own. Even going to MRSM PC was a big step for me. I was going to represent my school for cross-country running on the day I was supposed to register for the school. Being the youngest in the family made it even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had to choose whether or not I wanna be a smoker. This wasn't that hard coz I remember what my mother told me when I was in standard 6, " Kalau mama jumpe Hisyam hisap rokok, mmg siap aaa". My mom is not the type of person u wanna mess with. Rotan tuh dah manjadik perkare biase for me. Going to the US was a big deal too. My parents didn't wanna let me go and wanted me to study locally. I mean why would I study in UTM with a comfortable loan from MARA when JPA is giving me a scholarship to study overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to save the best for last. Between those 7 gruelling years, there have been achievements to my credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Straight A's for PMR, 8 A's for SPM and sports too ... in cross country running. Even when I met Cikgu Fauzi (he was my PJK teacher in MRSM PC) in KL after graduating from high school, he didn't remember my name but he called me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Raja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marathon'&lt;/span&gt; . And the list goes on blah blah blah. Maybe I can put those in my resume or something but those achievements aren't the one I'm proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If any of u know, I couldn't pronounce the letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'R'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I was about 16 years old. The fact that my forst name Badrul had an r in it made it even worse. Something like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Badwooll'&lt;/span&gt; would come out of my mouth. Everytime I introduced myself in class those ass holes (my classmates) would laugh at me (I hope they'll burn in hell!!). U don't know how it feels like to be laughed by 45 students ok. Trust me on this one. It really fucked up my self esteem. Nak cakap dlm class pon malu. Obviously isn't it? Why would I open my mouth if people are gonna laugh at me? I remembered that when first entered MRSM PC, Asrif was my deskmate, and I couldn't pronounce his name. So I called him Omar (his name is Asrif Omar so ...). I was the only one who called him that and somehow calling him Omar made him feel uncomfortable. Hmm maybe he got a gay vibe from me I guess haha. Anyways after about a month in PC, somehow my tongue pulled a rabbit out of a hat or something. Tibe2 boley pronounce &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'R'&lt;/span&gt; and it was historical. For the first time in my life I was able to pronounce my own fuckin' name the right way. It was fuckin' magical. I was going &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'&lt;/span&gt; everytime there's an 'r' in a word to the point where it was annoying. Well at that time, I really didn't give a fuck coz being able to say my name the right way ... I don't know how to say this .. the most important thing that happened in my life ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe to u it's lame but when people laughed at u coz u can't pronounce ur own name ... damn. It's suicidal. It makes u feel like a loser. But when that day came, I was like .. I felt like I wanted to cry. But I didn't. It's not macho laa for guys to cry. People will think u'r a pussy (no offence to feminists). I don't care what u people think of my best achievement, coz to me what I feel inside is most important. Right now, just by remembering that moment makes me feel like I'm on top of the world and I'm so fuckin proud of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19212582-113345190950071082?l=badwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/feeds/113345190950071082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19212582&amp;postID=113345190950071082&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113345190950071082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19212582/posts/default/113345190950071082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badwool.blogspot.com/2005/12/7-degrees-of-separation.html' title='7 degrees of separation'/><author><name>Bart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00587874813674866915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_weWk6ULWFHY/R3dsgVdDMXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jhh10SAhsnA/S220/NYC_99_262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19212582.post-113267563103747015</id><published>2005-11-22T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:07:11.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing .. 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