<?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-6028257727476503899</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:07:53.883-08:00</updated><category term='rainy days'/><category term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category term='bad days'/><category term='this shit in 5 words or less'/><category term='5 second laugh'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='crap'/><category term='routine'/><category term='chheeeebye'/><category term='happier days'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>prick me;MyAlterEgo</title><subtitle type='html'>enter a part of my life;liv it feel it.the life of a scarcity-raised individual</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3492378682719544939</id><published>2010-01-17T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:22:20.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(listening to like a stone by audioslave)&lt;br /&gt;dear god,&lt;br /&gt;please give me the strength to endure these things,&lt;br /&gt;please make me somehow a better person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv learnt that i have to be more understanding and meet people's expectations though im not a mind reader  of sorts. i have to figure out things two seconds faster before it happens.though i constantly ask why,and if there is anything i should know please tell me,humbly iv noted the fact that i should find out things myself and always put my best foot forward.i have noted also that god plays a big role in making things happen.im powerless to change things and im so naive to think that i could make this world a greater place,but sigh i cant even keep the things around me intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that i should be more than i am,i should be a superhuman with ginormous strength in all particular fields to satisfy the needs of my loved ones.i have learnt that i have to find answers to arising questions in people's minds and answer them without being offensive or defensive.though at certain points im unsure of things but i should not let it deter me in finding true happiness for me and my loved ones.i must also try not to let my loved ones think that i have other stark intentions in my actions and try to be more honest than i actually am.i must take the cuts ,bullets and bruises like a man and let it heal on its own,let it scab and peel away and i know a new layer of skin will emerge,and i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that i should not repeat my mistakes.instead i should learn from them,take the principles behind it and apply it to my daily life.i wonder sometimes why in our formal education,we could learn and understand the ideas behind the subjects and hence apply it into the past year papers that we do and excel in the examinations.i wonder why the same experiment cant be applied in our daily lives.like the saying goes,fool me once shame on you.fool me twice shame on me.fool me further,then heh you know the drill.speaking of mistakes,i must learn to admit my mistakes and pledge to not repeat the same mistakes again in the future.i must seek forgiveness and always stay in humility and i must take responsibility over the damages done by my recurring mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that i should be thankful for the efforts made by my loved ones.sometimes i guess i think unrealistically.i should be thankful for the presence,space,money and time my loved ones give to me.i should not critic the efforts made by them instead i should concur with their thoughts.i have learnt that though i think some opinions by people generally are wrong,but i must concur with them in order for me to have a more peaceful ending.sure at a certain point of view i guess im eating my heart out,but to me,i think of the greater good of things and i want my loved ones to be happy and i dont care about other people anymore.i really dont.go ahead, call names,call them ass or whore or anything,mock them,ridicule them,ask me not to befriend them,ask me not to go to my bestfriend's birthday party because you dont like the person and i wouldnt care less because i truly dont care and i wont care anymore.i know its for the good of things.i know my time here on earth is short and time is running out.as long as i am here,i will make my loved ones happy even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that i should not make things hard for my loved ones,instead i should take a deep breath and just accept all the things that people will say and let it be something constructive in my life.i should not be mad,instead more understanding.i know i should try harder in delivering my points whilst at the same time satisfying the person and do it for the sake of making things right and making my loved ones happy.i have also learnt that i should put my loved ones' intrests way above mine in order to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt a lot since yesterday.i am as observant as ever.i will show no sign of being fucked up,because i know its for the greater good of things.i will be a better,more understanding and more comforting partner,friend and son.may god give his arm for me,and pull me through this period of hardship for me.insyAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3492378682719544939?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3492378682719544939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3492378682719544939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3492378682719544939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3492378682719544939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-god-please-give-me-strength-to.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1587660364433587295</id><published>2010-01-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:54:01.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys,its been a solid week plus since i disconnected myself.iv learnt several things along the way.im almost there,but nowhere near perfection.till now i learnt perfection never actually existed,nor its even possible.perfection is just an imaginary goal in our minds that we thought we could achieve.though in reality perfection exist as just a meaningless goal that is synonymous to our blood that fills our vessels;it drives us.i have noted the fact that some things are coherent and perfectly fair in so many ways.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its not fair,the world is not fair&lt;/span&gt;"-said a friend of mine.no the world is fair,if you really think of the sequence of things and how its correlated and placed into its sections,so meticulously only a genious(God) can execute it.i have learnt that i shouldnt care for others so much so till it bends and dents the relationship with my loved ones.sure,i care for my loved ones,and i "judge" people so that i can make people realize and change-its called positive criticism,of which a lot of people cant handle because to me they tend to confuse between perception and reality.to this,i have stopped permanently caring or hoping that i could change or improve certain people,of which i should have known the tasks are daunting and seems now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have known that being repetitive and rhetorical about things in light people could consider my motives isnt going to hone a postive impact on anything.i have learnt that other people's problems and issues are theirs and their business only.i have no right to bump into their private life or interrupt the way of life that they have.i have learnt that actions speak louder than words, and no matter how much i try to convince or promote a certain way of doing things,somehow divine intervention will always kick in and it will mean nothing if i preach but do not pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt that my real aim was there all along and i regret to always create obstacles along the way and making society a topic that i would debate on that does not even matter at all in the first place.furthermore i learnt that the small things dont really matter at all.i used to think that the little details are important,as you know im fascinated with the world of horology and mechanical machines.however,i seem to see the bigger picture is more important and substancial than the little parts in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correct me if im wrong here though,but i know that the more i care for the little things and the things that are "bias","incorrect",socially incorrect due to the stereotypes that make up our society,the more i get stressed and the more problematic things become and hence the less happy i am.i hope that i could learn more,and i have still some kinks that needs to be ironed out.i wont say im a success but i will say i am a learner thats eager for knowledge.all i know,my time is running out and i can only pray that things will become better in the future.insyAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1587660364433587295?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1587660364433587295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1587660364433587295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1587660364433587295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1587660364433587295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-guysits-been-solid-week-plus-since.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5873210176058815407</id><published>2010-01-06T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:23:26.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>hey guys&lt;br /&gt;i'll be taking my days off for awhile.an indefinite hiatus from the usual day to day agendas.i'm taking this time off due to concurring problems that need urgent solutions.im also taking this time to kill off my anger and to spend more quality time with my girlfriend and family and of course to concentrate on my studies.slowly i'll kill off my hp and only my close peeps can contact me through the hp.i wont be answering nor reply unneccesary calls or texts and wont be reached by mail or any social networking sites.during this period of time i hope you guys could be patient and understand the enourmous pressure and strain that im going through.its been both a hard time for my relationship and myself and im seeking light that all of the issues will be settled after this period of self reconsilation.i hope you guys are not offended by my actions as i need this "vacation" to set a few things straight and find back the stability and peace thats once there.till then i wish you guys all the best in things and insyallah may god bless you guys for the goodness that we're spreading on this earth.assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5873210176058815407?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5873210176058815407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5873210176058815407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5873210176058815407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5873210176058815407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-216673118198961284</id><published>2009-09-09T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:43:03.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chheeeebye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick of feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of a shadow thats always hovering over me&lt;br /&gt;that knife cut,that bleeds black&lt;br /&gt;thick and viscous,and flows slowly that every sensation is a secretive gripping pain of sorts&lt;br /&gt;im the devil.im never the angel.im the poison.im the vices in your blood.im the crimson in red.im the swelling of your bruise.im the bitter in your coffee.im the smoke in your cigarette.the intoxication in your wine.the parasite that clogs up your senses,blinds you,eats you while youre breathing and eventually kills you.im all that.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be your hero.your savior.your salvation.your nest that you come to.i wanna be good.i know,there's still a lot of devils inside me thats haunting me.i dont know why im so insecure,nor irrational.i know the complications that lie ahead,but why must i be in denial and deny it?why must things be uncertain but still have hope?have we lost all hope?and whats my name again?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to remember my name,and associate me with the bastard that i am.&lt;br /&gt;im wish i could drive this car ever so fast,and crash it,just me alone,so u can forget the existence of me.i wish i could turn this car around while were driving.and im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-216673118198961284?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/216673118198961284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=216673118198961284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/216673118198961284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/216673118198961284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/yang-terindah-terlukis-di-bibir-mutak.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6378719151589171007</id><published>2009-09-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:22:12.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know whats wrong with me lately&lt;br /&gt;things move so fast sometimes i wish i could just pause and take a breath for a moment or two&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where will we be going&lt;br /&gt;nor whats going to happen&lt;br /&gt;will things end up in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;or things stay as they should?&lt;br /&gt;i left my past behind and all its contents&lt;br /&gt;all the memories i threw away like a slew of a thousand unspoken lies&lt;br /&gt;this dark heart of mine keeps saying come closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;whilst my mind keeps saying move further and further&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why or even why should i find&lt;br /&gt;all the things i should..or should i?&lt;br /&gt;or why do i even bother to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy my everlasting thirst for lust?for anger?for satisfaction?for easy of mind?&lt;br /&gt;does it really add up?&lt;br /&gt;maybe..maybe not&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure why im unsure,usually i do know&lt;br /&gt;im scared that the signs were there all along,and obvius.so obvious that it literally morphs in shapes and sounds all around me&lt;br /&gt;its scary and at the same time grueling.&lt;br /&gt;i cant recall the past anymore,somehow the past just flew away like a paper plane threw at random.&lt;br /&gt;for whats its worth,this uncertainty of mine can only be dealt by me.sad aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6378719151589171007?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6378719151589171007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6378719151589171007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6378719151589171007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6378719151589171007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-8313629474201276641</id><published>2009-07-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:38:59.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>she makes my life shine so bright as if there's a million light bulbs lit at once&lt;br /&gt;she's everything i have ever drempt of,wanted and need&lt;br /&gt;she gives everything and i give my all to her&lt;br /&gt;i love her to death&lt;br /&gt;only death will do us part :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-8313629474201276641?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8313629474201276641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=8313629474201276641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8313629474201276641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8313629474201276641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-626453026941394969</id><published>2009-07-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:24:27.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chheeeebye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 second laugh'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I used to know you like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Until today you held your place&lt;br /&gt;Now you're shifting like the sand&lt;br /&gt;Your chest would heave with pride if I were spoken of&lt;br /&gt;Until tonight I never knew the difference between comfort and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're sleeping right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Well, it feels like you are wide awake in a distant dream&lt;br /&gt;leading a life that is finally free&lt;br /&gt;of these endless nights and countless fights that turn us into&lt;br /&gt;who we hate to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so difficult for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;I know we tried so hard, there's just no hope for us&lt;br /&gt;Well it's more than a shame that we lost to this game&lt;br /&gt;All my walking, talking, sleeping, breathing -&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hold you like it's all that I had&lt;br /&gt;Now begins the falling out, we are like a passing fad&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth would crack a smile if I were spoken of&lt;br /&gt;Till tonight you never thought&lt;br /&gt;you'd lose this epic battle with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, I've always admired you&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that we could make it through&lt;br /&gt;Now look what time can do&lt;br /&gt;It took our masterpiece we built and broke it in two&lt;br /&gt;I always believed in you&lt;br /&gt;I always loved you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-626453026941394969?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/626453026941394969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=626453026941394969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/626453026941394969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/626453026941394969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-8587232277447300337</id><published>2009-07-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:35:47.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to admit.i still have a lot of issues prior known only and exclusively to me to deal with.i still have a lot of demons inside me that haunt me in my sleep.i still feel like im the villain here.sigh.the intoxicating taste of your own bleak shadown just lingers there and cought every glance of you.its horrible.i feel like waking up whilst stiill asleep.i feel like everything is coming to an end,and the thing is im noticing the piece of puzzles that lie on the ground as as if im picking piece by piece and making a big picture out of it.i dont know,maybe its just me,maybe humans are imperfect,maybe society or the system that we live in is just plain flawed.i dont know.im still figuring that part out.i think im having severe case of permanent and evident denial.im denying whats happening on the ground and believing in things that will never be there.its crazy its harsh and funny bit ,you probably wont ever know what i'm talking about will you?you'll just be drowned in my conversation and the mask i uphold upon you.fact is in disbelief,im having what vincent had. and probably end up like that as well.and what sorrows me is that in this progression and sequence of events,nobody could understand,nor see yet what they could do is just stand there,motionless,numb and still as if the wind was passing through the cliffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-8587232277447300337?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8587232277447300337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=8587232277447300337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8587232277447300337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8587232277447300337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-to-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3582309926323475677</id><published>2009-06-28T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:42:01.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>E6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;taking chances in distances&lt;br /&gt;mimic moves of the passersby&lt;br /&gt;a journey has no second chances&lt;br /&gt;taking the road less traveled by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anxiety and elevation&lt;br /&gt;fill up the air that i breathe&lt;br /&gt;vision darkens in pretension&lt;br /&gt;weapons of disaster and catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crickets' symphony at night&lt;br /&gt;eyes half shut in regret&lt;br /&gt;of all the choices that thought was right&lt;br /&gt;i lost a friend that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3582309926323475677?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3582309926323475677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3582309926323475677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3582309926323475677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3582309926323475677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/e6.html' title='E6'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-860798816857720011</id><published>2009-06-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:34:47.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happens when you're patience becomes an art. what happens when youre walking on a wire hanging 120 meters above sea level,doing a balancing act of sorts. what happens when u realize that you're losing grip slowly and you could actually feel it running through your veins.what happens when u realize that things aren't they way its suppose to be.what happens you realize the person in your life turns around and walks a away heavily in a distance.what happens when you found out that the sky is faded and the sun actually sets.what happens when you cant understand why things cant be done your own way.what happens when you realize that its actually harder than anybody could comprehend.what happens when you realize the most important thing in life is to be yourself and to not follow others.what happens when everything comes down like an avalanche in front of your eyes and you could only stand still and wait as you ride above the cliffs arguing about the simplest things.what happens when you realize your time gets so short and your air gets so thin you're gasping for air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-860798816857720011?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/860798816857720011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=860798816857720011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/860798816857720011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/860798816857720011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-when-u-realize-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7374158109537560774</id><published>2009-05-17T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:20:25.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>were just going thru somethings now.things that at time is just out of our own control.i wanna do it,for me and for us.i wanna keep us intact as i intend to.i promise,to you and to myself,we'll get thru this.lyk we always do.sometimes the shit we go thru is like hell.i swear to god sometimes these walls are pushing in closer and closer,and squeezing me flat.i want to,and i will,keep things together,keep my composure and keep us together.i wont give up on things that i care about.to some ppl letting go is a part of life's teachings and one way or the other we have to let ppl go.to me,i couldn't and i wouldn't let something that i have built for so long vanish in a millisecond.id know the responsibility that came with it.i know the consequence.i know the things im getting myself into.i know.yes i know.and to me,letting go is irresponsible and giving up.i say its a lack of willpower.though my academic path,due to its options is giving me a headache,all i know is,whatever that i do,i want her to support me.i want her to be happy.i want her to be there for me when i need to nor the least just be there in my life.i dont want this to be a 100meter dash that lasts for a few minutes.i want to make it last longer,much longer than that.whatever i do,i put everything into consideration and i weigh my options and frankly i know,i'll fight for everything that i do.for me,for you,for us.and no matter what happens,wherever and whenever,i'll make this work.tak kisah camne,i'll ikhtiar and find a way.u know we always did work out a way and i always did come to your rescue like u did for me,to protect you like u protected  for me from sins,to save you like how u saved me,to make sure that u can depend on me like how i depend on you too on so many things,to make sure that everything is on track like u keep me focused,and we'll reach at the end together.we need this.i still remember a faithful day when i spoke to you " babe,u know,this might sound funny but,u know..we're at our crossroads,but whatever happens,i'll meet you on the other side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe,if you're reading this,look into me,calm down,take a deep breath,close your eyes and hear me whisper -everything will be okay.believe me things change,the world change but me and you,we shudnt change.we're in this together and believe me when i say to you,all the things i said,are substantial truths and not hollow inside.i know me being honest with you,is better than telling you a lie,to make you feel better or vice versa.u know what kind of man i am,and i'll always tell you the truth,and take care of your heart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe.chill k.sume akan okay.ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-7374158109537560774?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7374158109537560774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7374158109537560774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7374158109537560774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7374158109537560774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-just-going-thru-somethings-now.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-9150767115075495530</id><published>2009-05-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:29:35.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ib_NcTGZPs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ib_NcTGZPs" 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feeling it like its a punishment.too fast,yet too slow to cope.its there,but not entirely.as i look upwards,i see a glimpse of myself,a screw up,getting something i don't deserve.maybe its all written entirely,and im a part of that.but whatever happens,i'll seek true meaning for all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-9150767115075495530?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9150767115075495530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=9150767115075495530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/9150767115075495530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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before.i'm beginning to unwind all the ghosts inside me.i'm beginning to ponder on things that i never cared before.i'm beginning to shed my outer skin,and telling things like it is,which was the same policy i kept before and then.sometimes,discovering myself is a faint expression of truth.a vain perspective on individualism.sometimes i hate being so truthful and yet bitter to swallow.maybe the truth is there for a reason,sometimes cold,its there.either we choose to take it or not,and that is solely up to us.maybe im growing up.feeling this way is one of those processes that we go through.maybe im expressing these feelings for a reason.maybe i care too much about everything though my image of not caring at all about people is there.maybe im mysterious,like a puzzle,of which even i have a hard time to comprehend and yet to understand.maybe god is trying to show me something.maybe god is dividing me ,into separate entities ,for me to manage by easier .maybe god is trying to strengthen me,with the people around me,as we always go our own ways,and fail to look at the similarities ,the same vision,the same goal ,the same heart wrenching problems and to actually put our hands together and figure out how these problems should be solved rather than babbling about our own burden of proof,disregarding the bigger issue thats there.maybe were all ignorant,and choose to be blind,rather than opening our eyes.maybe we are just being human.to forget the things,to not think about the repercussions of our actions,to not have a counter proposal of sorts,to the things we do in life.dont get me wrong,i want to live a simple,humble and sedentary life.but seeing everything around me,the lies,deceit,treason and unsubstantiated words of people just sickens me.i mean how do you sleep at night,when u know its not okay?.how do u say its okay when you're sure its not?how can u be okay,when others have that problem in their lives,yet feeling ,yeah thats never going to happen to me?we do care,but do we talk the talk and walk the walk?or maybe we just dont realize it.i know.it happens,always,to everyone.as im growing up,in this phase of life,i learn to be more responsible of my actions and to have empathy and to know that i have choices in life,which is there to guide me to make good decisions.respect is another thing.people tend to lose their own self respect in the process of getting what they want,and not respecting others.u know,id save the people  i care about from the worst things,when they have no cash,or even when the gates of hell open onto them.i dont ask for much,just a little something in return,like thank you for example and mean it.is that too much to ask for? frankly speaking,maybe i should just close my eyes.maybe then i could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god,give me the strength i need to explore the realms and possibilities of life.guide me in the path i chose,and give me wisdom so i can be a better man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3312941834193765609?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3312941834193765609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3312941834193765609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3312941834193765609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3312941834193765609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-beginning-to-unravel-story-of-myself.html' title='i hate to make you cry'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5456768419904013369</id><published>2009-04-27T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:02:36.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>sometimes i question what people's intentions are.sometimes its sickening to see people paint a fake picture for you to enjoy,to embrace or to spread around of.two faced people?i know them.iv been duped by them.i dont enjoy the company like them.frankly speaking,id protect everybody around me from them,i really would,i really do.i just want people to see sometimes,the justice thats there,the sincerity of my actions,though not done in the best way at times.sometimes the will to change,is by themselves.thats what i learnt.it takes courage,reason,willpower and of course zero ignorance and self devotion as well to change for the best.to me,i give people chances.second chances too at times.but i dont help people who wont help themselves,who dismiss my sincerity to help or to seek oblivion of themselves.but one thing's for sure,the people i love and care about,there are exceptions.i'll  help them,i'll  bring them up,i'll provide everything for them,and i'd do and give up everything for them,cuz i care and i see the best for them,and i want them to be in the best state of being.sure it's hard to believe,but yes,believe me i'd go far for the ppl i care about.amazing aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5456768419904013369?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5456768419904013369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5456768419904013369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5456768419904013369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5456768419904013369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5633528294159431170</id><published>2009-02-09T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:16:01.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/97Jtzb-HyU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/97Jtzb-HyU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=97Jtzb-HyU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/97Jtzb-HyU/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ErxVgR7/music/pN94ZL9-/nerd_sooner_or_later/"&gt;Sooner or later - N.E.R.D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a poem i wrote entitled 'lost'.i wrote it in relation of feeling like you're losing someone u love and care about,yourself losing grip of things or you've already lost someone.i hope u enjoy this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ending days i seek salvage,&lt;br /&gt;piecing puzzles that seems blank,&lt;br /&gt;it's half past twelve tonight,&lt;br /&gt;yet time has caught us in this epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles don't last forever,&lt;br /&gt;and you're moving away,&lt;br /&gt;my body and soul stood motionless,&lt;br /&gt;while the moon cries at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre presence still lingers,&lt;br /&gt;fuels my aspirations of life,&lt;br /&gt;stanza after stanza endlessly,&lt;br /&gt;a piece of you in remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5633528294159431170?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5633528294159431170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5633528294159431170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5633528294159431170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5633528294159431170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4851736415608259424</id><published>2009-02-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:17:55.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the dreams i woke up from&lt;br /&gt;my blindness that i couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts that i have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and the bad ending of fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the maths i couldn't solve&lt;br /&gt;and the vices of my blood&lt;br /&gt;you were the deafening noise in my head&lt;br /&gt;and the orchid that never bloomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the happiness i couldn't create&lt;br /&gt;nor the songs that i never wrote&lt;br /&gt;you were the promises i couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;and the sunset that never came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4851736415608259424?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4851736415608259424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4851736415608259424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4851736415608259424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4851736415608259424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4051524240261730044</id><published>2009-01-28T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:47:14.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wsZnIeH1ND"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=wsZnIeH1ND"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=wsZnIeH1ND"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/wsZnIeH1ND/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/tazzahx/music/ol7P5eJX/motion_city_soundtrack_everything_is_alright/"&gt;Everything Is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a story about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i climbed up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;tripped and fell in angst,&lt;br /&gt;but remedy was always there,&lt;br /&gt;suffocating I've seemly been&lt;br /&gt;never realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes gloomy Sundays gets me&lt;br /&gt;and the noise from the silence seeped&lt;br /&gt;staring into you in pitch black&lt;br /&gt;haunted me till sleep&lt;br /&gt;quietly,he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know too well about the consequences of our actions.yet,we tend to neglect.yes neglect.not forget but foolishly ignore the possibilities and the outcomes of our actions.the bad repercussions per se and not the good things nor too forgive and forget though for some reason,we dont even know.we always hope people will make way.to be honest,i never really believed in change.call me pessimistic but i perceived people and society as to live on chances,to take uncalculated risks and forgetting the things that they do have.people don't change.to me,they may improve but not change.not abruptly at all.from the latin phrase "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mundus vult decipi ergo decipiatur&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if the world wants to be deceived and let it be deceived&lt;/span&gt;".i do think that a big chunk of ourselves do believe what we see and hear but never interpret the true meaning of things.at least not beyond  four points of space.im not asking anybody to say to me im selfish and narcissistic because i do feel i am.im not pointing fingers neither.its the truth im preaching.i dont want people to live in oblivion due to their visceral reactions during Everest's climb.".why cant we ask ourselves more of the why questions.why someone does this?why someone takes that risk?why are we doing this?why is that someone is doing that?for what reason?for whom?why?objectively.if i had my ways of doing things differently,i would.but i cant.not everything goes according to what i say nor do.i hate living in an unsightly predicament,and i bet everyone else will agree too.this may sound bad but it aint what it seems.i repeat it aint what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u do? construction. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you feeling fine?cuz i feel just fine.everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mundus vult decipi,ergo decipiatur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4051524240261730044?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4051524240261730044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4051524240261730044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4051524240261730044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4051524240261730044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2666198551818848788</id><published>2008-12-16T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:05:15.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moron</title><content type='html'>boo hoo look at me i dont have a girlfren so what?ur crying because u dont have a girl.life sucks..whine whine i cry truckloads whine whine i play ball but my brain is the size of my balls tsk tsk.so what?theres tonnes of ppl out there that fucked up their lives and nobody give s a shit abt them.and your crying because u cant get over a girl?how stupid can you get?theres ppl out there that are crying coz theyre in famine,dying of hunger and struggling for their lives and you,come on,lets take a step back,this way old school,your crying coz you cant stand seeing somebody happy ?aint that stupid.you see i dislike ppl like you,you dont understand a goddamn word and u dont have bloody dignity.if i were you,what if i did what u did its equivalent to me wearing a pink tutu walking down wal mart in the afternoon.ive lost for for words,the devil is whispering evil things to me.but its okay,im a man.i take matters politely,diplomatically and structured.i dont take it by the fist just yet.i hate this,i hate you coz ur making endure this situation.you know what?if i want to hurt people,i would.i can do nasty things.i'll torture you mentally.if its fist you want,red meat you seek,then that will be served.i will hurt you and you only.im good with razors so dont test my patience.im staying calm and keeping things together for her and for evrything in between.u know why?im still sane and i love her.yeah there i said it.she means the world to me.and u know whats more?she's mine and mine alone and she loves me.ur big ass which crushed ur testicles cant have her cuz u know why?u bloody smoke your way to death and say uhuu look at me im an idiot who smokes to boost my ego uhuuu i have pneumonia..uhuu sombody died..have pity on me..guess what buddy?grow up.the rest of us has and already moved on,when will you?just to let you know,the world does not revolve around you.it never was and it never will.you will comprehend and live by the fact that u can never get what you want all the time.what you want does not mean it is what the other party wants.what you want which makes you happy does not necessarily makes other people happy.what makes you happy does not necessarily makes you right.read that 10 times and you'll get a jiff.if it aint in youre head then prolly you got a headache from scratching your head understanding simple english.and you know what once more,u can try all u want,u can masturbate all your life,u can cry so much till the Atlantic ocean gets diluted,and guess what?i dont fucking care moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2666198551818848788?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2666198551818848788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2666198551818848788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2666198551818848788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2666198551818848788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/moron.html' title='moron'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5849464276968801330</id><published>2008-09-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:13:37.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://mp3ants.com/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=20&amp;amp;width=250&amp;amp;file=http://youtube.com/watch?v=A2oQBmlAEek&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;showicons=false&amp;amp;showstop=true&amp;amp;usefullscreen=false&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=true" width="250" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a guy loves a girl&lt;br /&gt;he devotes and gives all his time and affection to her&lt;br /&gt;regardless of all the pain that's surrounding him&lt;br /&gt;he makes her the best thing in his life&lt;br /&gt;he calls her in the afternoon just to say he loves her&lt;br /&gt;he wakes her up in the morning and makes her smile&lt;br /&gt;and compliments her everyday though its raining outside&lt;br /&gt;he gives her everything that she ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;material and abstract&lt;br /&gt;and she always wondered why&lt;br /&gt;but to him its usual&lt;br /&gt;its gifts&lt;br /&gt;right down from the heart&lt;br /&gt;its not just something to buy her over&lt;br /&gt;he never wanted to buy her&lt;br /&gt;he knows he got her long ago even if he didnt give those things&lt;br /&gt;and she knows he loves her&lt;br /&gt;when he calls her at 2 am "baby, im having nightmares"&lt;br /&gt;or when he always been there when she's sick,reminding her to take her medicine&lt;br /&gt;or when he always genuinely asks how her day was,&lt;br /&gt;or how he says she has a pretty smile and means it&lt;br /&gt;or when he's a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;or a pillar to cling by&lt;br /&gt;or when he dreams of her almost every night&lt;br /&gt;or when he says "honey,i miss you,and i love you,forever".&lt;br /&gt;deep inside to him&lt;br /&gt;its her that matters,nothing else&lt;br /&gt;not his nick knacks or his fred perry shirt&lt;br /&gt;and he always hope for a bright future with her&lt;br /&gt;though he knows everything and what he does and plan in uncertain&lt;br /&gt;both of them dont know whats going to happen&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,the next or two months from now&lt;br /&gt;and he knows only god decides,whilst he just plans&lt;br /&gt;and though some people don't plan&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be ready and not to regret&lt;br /&gt;and though he does not know how his actions are going to dictate his future&lt;br /&gt;he does what he thinks is right and let fate settle the rest&lt;br /&gt;and frankly he does not know how he's going to live one day&lt;br /&gt;without her in his life&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5849464276968801330?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5849464276968801330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5849464276968801330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5849464276968801330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5849464276968801330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever.html' title='forever'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2747966179008121907</id><published>2008-06-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:52:59.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Epk6Oz0A_a"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Epk6Oz0A_a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/zcJQ9B/music/mRaanINv/b2k_what_a_girl_wants/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVESTRUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until we met I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;How bright a heart could be;&lt;br /&gt;How, chained to one another by bonds of love,&lt;br /&gt;yet it made me feel so free. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never realize that my wish &amp;amp; dreams&lt;br /&gt;Could ever be so real;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I had all I could want,&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how I'd feel. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year of amour has brought me through&lt;br /&gt;A long-awaited door:&lt;br /&gt;Were angels hover above the heaven’s clouds,&lt;br /&gt;I could not love you more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;thank you dear,in many forms,many ways&lt;br /&gt;For days you made me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;In loving tenderness I pray&lt;br /&gt;For many more to come like these.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQSPdXSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wtRn91CbAjs/s1600-h/02062008086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQSPdXSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wtRn91CbAjs/s320/02062008086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208039414875118882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second love..food and watches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQiPdXTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MGfRiRSkIMg/s1600-h/03062008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQiPdXTI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/MGfRiRSkIMg/s320/03062008087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208039419170086194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not including the snakes!yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQyPdXUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/42f4QyvhRT8/s1600-h/03062008089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQyPdXUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/42f4QyvhRT8/s320/03062008089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208039423465053506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2747966179008121907?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2747966179008121907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2747966179008121907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2747966179008121907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2747966179008121907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-girl-wants-b2k-lovestruck-until-we.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEasQSPdXSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wtRn91CbAjs/s72-c/02062008086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-8095604525640329438</id><published>2008-05-31T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:24:06.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>wedding bliss</title><content type='html'>managed to get the first project done! popped open the oh so hard and tuff caseback of the arktos..and swapping in the pam 0177&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5I-Ip-uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eg4BmvOyghk/s1600-h/27052008085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5I-Ip-uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eg4BmvOyghk/s320/27052008085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206716576730577634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JOIp-vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/V5BwM3lXdVo/s1600-h/27052008086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JOIp-vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/V5BwM3lXdVo/s320/27052008086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206716581025544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its almost in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JeIp-wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/cBbaRbhUDDs/s1600-h/27052008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JeIp-wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/cBbaRbhUDDs/s320/27052008087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206716585320512258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its in..look its floating!kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JuIp-xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7yHixqUWWb8/s1600-h/27052008088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5JuIp-xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7yHixqUWWb8/s320/27052008088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206716589615479570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;already in..with rubber strap =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5J-Ip-yI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YlVYStSt2wI/s1600-h/27052008089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5J-Ip-yI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YlVYStSt2wI/s320/27052008089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206716593910446882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36uIp-pI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yTeErn14nQA/s1600-h/28052008001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36uIp-pI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yTeErn14nQA/s320/28052008001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715232405813906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;started on the watch transplant project.i wanted to transplant a quartz movement out of the watch and put an automatic movement instead.currently project on hold,cuz stem cant fit into the new watch's casing.but i managed to oil and clean the miyota automatic movement and adjusted it too..and it runs perfectly with almost 2 days power reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the disassembled quartz movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36-Ip-qI/AAAAAAAAAYk/o0CSRDy3NDI/s1600-h/28052008090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36-Ip-qI/AAAAAAAAAYk/o0CSRDy3NDI/s320/28052008090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715236700781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the project watch's dial and case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36-Ip-rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sxEAXQ6IcyA/s1600-h/28052008093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH36-Ip-rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sxEAXQ6IcyA/s320/28052008093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715236700781234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH37eIp-sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-JWvetsg5kM/s1600-h/28052008094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH37eIp-sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-JWvetsg5kM/s320/28052008094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715245290715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the japanese 21jewels miyota movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH37-Ip-tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/U7_FH6KW9Ck/s1600-h/28052008095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH37-Ip-tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/U7_FH6KW9Ck/s320/28052008095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206715253880650450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huhu funny 180 degree gravity-ish test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2p-Ip-kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PtDRuA98ZHk/s1600-h/28052008096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2p-Ip-kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PtDRuA98ZHk/s320/28052008096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206713845131377218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;movement in the watch already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2suIp-lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6NFI3MjglkU/s1600-h/28052008097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2suIp-lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6NFI3MjglkU/s320/28052008097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206713892376017490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway as the project is on hold,might as well get life runnin.,haha here's one of the pix of my bro's invo for his wed =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2s-Ip-mI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qT7xjWZJROc/s1600-h/28052008098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2s-Ip-mI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qT7xjWZJROc/s320/28052008098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206713896670984802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2tOIp-nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZsiD10TrOEw/s1600-h/28052008099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2tOIp-nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZsiD10TrOEw/s320/28052008099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206713900965952114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2teIp-oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/I-stzZwQUzo/s1600-h/28052008100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH2teIp-oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/I-stzZwQUzo/s320/28052008100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206713905260919426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im back from kuantan..hehe.anyways,went to bro's wedding in kuantan..really happy for him =)&lt;br /&gt;my dad's watch just got off frm the watchmaker..here's a snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw9uIp-fI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8UWjftS8Qy4/s1600-h/29052008019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw9uIp-fI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8UWjftS8Qy4/s320/29052008019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707587364026866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just mine in the so called jungle~ngeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-OIp-gI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-_gIJ082GJs/s1600-h/29052008023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-OIp-gI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-_gIJ082GJs/s320/29052008023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707595953961474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-eIp-hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_q89NqHygzU/s1600-h/29052008027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-eIp-hI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_q89NqHygzU/s320/29052008027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707600248928786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dad's trio.but his roscani's bracelet putus seh,just cun cun mase nak amik his radiomir..weird eh?its a bday gift fr mum da brape zaman da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-uIp-iI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ntOSztEwbNU/s1600-h/29052008028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw-uIp-iI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ntOSztEwbNU/s320/29052008028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707604543896098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before leaving for kuantan..the essentials~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw--Ip-jI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KeqSSPWOh7Q/s1600-h/29052008031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHw--Ip-jI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KeqSSPWOh7Q/s320/29052008031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707608838863410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv0uIp-aI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dslFFKeBEQA/s1600-h/30052008034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv0uIp-aI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dslFFKeBEQA/s320/30052008034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206706333233576354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iwc&amp;amp;pams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv0-Ip-bI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fiW4XU8I588/s1600-h/30052008035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv0-Ip-bI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fiW4XU8I588/s320/30052008035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206706337528543666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iwc's back..(stayin at vistana..sorry for promo)haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1OIp-cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hXZA7hzLIdk/s1600-h/31052008036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1OIp-cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hXZA7hzLIdk/s320/31052008036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206706341823510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's my bro's hantaran..hantar 6 or 7 bekas..smthn like that lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1eIp-dI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-Fl2AD4WHxQ/s1600-h/31052008039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1eIp-dI/AAAAAAAAAW8/-Fl2AD4WHxQ/s320/31052008039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206706346118478290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1-Ip-eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mX_HMWJwfKg/s1600-h/31052008040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHv1-Ip-eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mX_HMWJwfKg/s320/31052008040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206706354708412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's so gay(happy-gay) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuU-Ip-VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3mTCuMDAdE8/s1600-h/31052008041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuU-Ip-VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3mTCuMDAdE8/s320/31052008041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704688261101906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and ayah cik(sorry for blurry pix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVOIp-WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uqH7lWIxpbU/s1600-h/31052008053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVOIp-WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/uqH7lWIxpbU/s320/31052008053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704692556069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family pix before pegi akad nikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVeIp-XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bKeK91T2DWA/s1600-h/31052008048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVeIp-XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bKeK91T2DWA/s320/31052008048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704696851036530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bro chuak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVuIp-YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UTh3MOfjf9I/s1600-h/31052008054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuVuIp-YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UTh3MOfjf9I/s320/31052008054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704701146003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;akad nikah tyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuV-Ip-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dJ7sOCxpMiI/s1600-h/31052008056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHuV-Ip-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dJ7sOCxpMiI/s320/31052008056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704705440971154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abang putting on ring on kak sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtKeIp-QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MhtOCLqqADM/s1600-h/31052008067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtKeIp-QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MhtOCLqqADM/s320/31052008067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206703408360847618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtK-Ip-RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FG0SfE2RQos/s1600-h/31052008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtK-Ip-RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FG0SfE2RQos/s320/31052008068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206703416950782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLOIp-SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7ZKMd_q7hF8/s1600-h/31052008069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLOIp-SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7ZKMd_q7hF8/s320/31052008069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206703421245749538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fam pix at mosque after finish akad nikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLeIp-TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p3zz3iWuEeM/s1600-h/31052008074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLeIp-TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p3zz3iWuEeM/s320/31052008074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206703425540716850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kak sha's sis and abang with kak sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLuIp-UI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PrCpkeL81Cw/s1600-h/31052008075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHtLuIp-UI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PrCpkeL81Cw/s320/31052008075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206703429835684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arip(anak ayah cik)sengets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_uIp-PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9j_66SKkORg/s1600-h/31052008076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_uIp-PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9j_66SKkORg/s320/31052008076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702124165626098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick wristshot(matching kan ngan my sampen!hahaahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_uIp-OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/juj6v2AFUsc/s1600-h/31052008077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_uIp-OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/juj6v2AFUsc/s320/31052008077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702124165626082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abangkue atas pelamin! ngeh3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_OIp-NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g1iWX2iu16I/s1600-h/31052008078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr_OIp-NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g1iWX2iu16I/s320/31052008078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702115575691474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buah tgn frm them..check out the little bookmark..cute seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr--Ip-MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fndPBwFN4NE/s1600-h/31052008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr--Ip-MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fndPBwFN4NE/s320/31052008079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702111280724162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.rainy days =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr-uIp-LI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7XLW4fAq98c/s1600-h/31052008083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEHr-uIp-LI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7XLW4fAq98c/s320/31052008083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702106985756850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SEH5I-Ip-uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eg4BmvOyghk/s72-c/27052008085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4026926539581486358</id><published>2008-05-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:46:26.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yqcqeJis1O"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yqcqeJis1O" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/VJX0a9/music/WMRf9Z7V/nerd_rockstar/"&gt;Rockstar - NERD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its been awhile since i blogged..and uhm nothing much really.just went to kl for dad's meeting.lol&lt;br /&gt;before that here's a pix of my radiomir black seal with its new double deployment strap wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front&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://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKVeIp-HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LSVgEm0toyg/s1600-h/22052008032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKVeIp-HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LSVgEm0toyg/s320/22052008032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204272577130395762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKVuIp-II/AAAAAAAAAUU/fJ0ccYrEfgE/s1600-h/22052008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKVuIp-II/AAAAAAAAAUU/fJ0ccYrEfgE/s320/22052008033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204272581425363074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yeah..my dad's radiomir automatic went down the drain.not it went like in the toilet or anything but i think my dad dropped it,so it stopped working.kinda wanna have it looked at and serviced at the same time locally.so i visited one of the local shops here to get a look at it.hopefully it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeing double?dad's automatic with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHjOIp99I/AAAAAAAAAS8/rY4jrTnH9NE/s1600-h/23052008044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHjOIp99I/AAAAAAAAAS8/rY4jrTnH9NE/s320/23052008044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269514818713554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so anyway here,i snapped a pix of my treasure chest.sorry for the resolution.i noe it looked  crappy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJN-Ip-GI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6KNLX3z4jSA/s1600-h/22052008036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJN-Ip-GI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6KNLX3z4jSA/s320/22052008036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271348769749090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,back to the trip.usual boring trip there.ate a lot.drinked a lot.peed a lot!and bored a lot too =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snappin in the poppin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0OIp94I/AAAAAAAAASU/_T608F7NUOs/s1600-h/23052008051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0OIp94I/AAAAAAAAASU/_T608F7NUOs/s320/23052008051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268707364861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way..managed to get a wristshot =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fiddyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHlOIp-BI/AAAAAAAAATc/n2XS_--nLyA/s1600-h/24052008066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHlOIp-BI/AAAAAAAAATc/n2XS_--nLyA/s320/24052008066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269549178451986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luminor marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHjeIp9-I/AAAAAAAAATE/7xShT7qLsAg/s1600-h/23052008047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHjeIp9-I/AAAAAAAAATE/7xShT7qLsAg/s320/23052008047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269519113680866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..in kl.not really..but we stayed at selesa.which was damn cold!i slept with hot pants..haha damn cold seyh.and went jogging in the mornink.soon there after,i go chest cold,and my shins were killing me.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0eIp95I/AAAAAAAAASc/WADEy1xPWao/s1600-h/24052008058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0eIp95I/AAAAAAAAASc/WADEy1xPWao/s320/24052008058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268711659829138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying on my dad's tissot..love the bracelet links =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHkuIp9_I/AAAAAAAAATM/H3ajNlEbydg/s1600-h/24052008055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHkuIp9_I/AAAAAAAAATM/H3ajNlEbydg/s320/24052008055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269540588517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pam lover~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHk-Ip-AI/AAAAAAAAATU/YbAUzqYkaKA/s1600-h/24052008063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlHk-Ip-AI/AAAAAAAAATU/YbAUzqYkaKA/s320/24052008063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204269544883484674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so soon after that.we went out..to one utama and had innocently ordered 2 scoops of gelato..sin- free due to jogging till it burnsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss hahahaahah my dad got a water pump for the kolam for no reason.prolly coz he cant find nobody to fix it ..i think the piping's clogged with crap..so he got this mini fountain thingy.god that was dumb =s.so one good thing though,i got a watch mag-book! damn thick for 20 bux mag..but i love the printing..though content wise so-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG3OIp98I/AAAAAAAAAS0/6Bd35ZZdxQg/s1600-h/24052008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG3OIp98I/AAAAAAAAAS0/6Bd35ZZdxQg/s320/24052008068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268758904469442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.me and mom went to subang parade while my dad chairs his meeting.so in short,i ate a lot.we ordered this grilled platter for two and vege of the day at manhattans fish market.it was a challenge!! mom ate like a puny..i ate a lot!eh help to finish la kira..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gluttony is sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG2-Ip97I/AAAAAAAAASs/CIOWAUYEk8Q/s1600-h/DSC00248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG2-Ip97I/AAAAAAAAASs/CIOWAUYEk8Q/s320/DSC00248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268754609502130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cought in the act~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0uIp96I/AAAAAAAAASk/NNpORGEejSU/s1600-h/24052008073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlG0uIp96I/AAAAAAAAASk/NNpORGEejSU/s320/24052008073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204268715954796450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so anyways.soon as i got back..i was back on my watch project.i embarked on making the ultimate custom panerai.currently the movement is polished,oiled and regulated.next project would be either skeletonizing the movement itself,engraving or change it to a caseback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left:luminor arktos ,right :project watch.the project watch movement is an ETA based movement with decorated bridges with cotes de geneva lines.either way,im still thinking of exchanging the casebacks between these two watches.whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKV-Ip-JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Seci8EmBKzo/s1600-h/25052008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKV-Ip-JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Seci8EmBKzo/s320/25052008079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204272585720330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the basic tools.see the arbutus!hw shiny it is!lol just cracked it open and oiled the gears =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKWOIp-KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UCF7sUGSqNA/s1600-h/25052008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlKWOIp-KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UCF7sUGSqNA/s320/25052008080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204272590015297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.as i said,as my watch fever grows on,i have a few on my wish list.these to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corum admiral's cup competition 48 titanium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNOIp-CI/AAAAAAAAATk/QQBvLLQDFxs/s1600-h/Corum+Admiral+s+Cup+Competition+48-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNOIp-CI/AAAAAAAAATk/QQBvLLQDFxs/s320/Corum+Admiral+s+Cup+Competition+48-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271335884847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panerai luminor GMT pam0089&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNeIp-DI/AAAAAAAAATs/MLEi2wkRT2s/s1600-h/pam+titanium+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNeIp-DI/AAAAAAAAATs/MLEi2wkRT2s/s320/pam+titanium+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271340179814450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ferrari granturismo automatic engineered by officine panerai(though i dont know how time will act on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNeIp-EI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QJrUd1Sg9lc/s1600-h/pam+ferrari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNeIp-EI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QJrUd1Sg9lc/s320/pam+ferrari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271340179814466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about wraps it up people~i gotta run.catcha on the flypside ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~VERITATEM DIES APERIT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNuIp-FI/AAAAAAAAAT8/usOkJIoeelA/s1600-h/22052008029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/SDlJNuIp-FI/AAAAAAAAAT8/usOkJIoeelA/s320/22052008029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271344474781778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LA FAMILIA,MOMENTO FELICE&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/6028257727476503899-4026926539581486358?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the 1950&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R-Sz9fX69JI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iT69CzRjE64/s1600-h/09032008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R-Sz9fX69JI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iT69CzRjE64/s320/09032008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180463340358136978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wristshot (marina titanium)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R-Sz9vX69LI/AAAAAAAAASM/TaJUlbrvIck/s1600-h/04032008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R-Sz9vX69LI/AAAAAAAAASM/TaJUlbrvIck/s320/04032008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180463344653104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another wristshot!grr blurry =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 0px; height: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Panerai Vintage watch&lt;br /&gt;The political circumstances in the second half of the 1930‘s forced the Italian Navy to order a special watch for underwater use from Officine Panerai, their long term supplier for various nautical, signal, and measurement instruments. Officine Panerai had manufactured instruments for the Italian Navy over many years, before they added diving watches to their product portfolio. During the 2nd World War, the watches and other instruments made by Panerai were standard-issue tools for Italian Navy frogmen, SLC torpedo riders, and commandos (e.g. Xa Flottiglia MAS / Marina Militare). A tool set/triple combination of diving watch, compass, and depth gauge was called &lt;i&gt;"Trittico"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_trittico.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_trittico_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  A triple combination ("Trittico") with a 16 m depth gauge, 6152/1 Luminor watch and compass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From the late 1930‘s to the 1980’s, Officine Panerai developed diving   watches alongside depth gauges, compasses, and torches. Almost all diving watches used movements and cases made   exclusively by Rolex. The watches with Rolex movements only had hour and minute functions, as with today’s   Panerai Base model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_radiomir47mm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_radiomir47mm_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Radiomir47 mm steel case with Rolex movement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later versions of the watches also had Angelus movements (8-day Power Reserve), with a small   second hand at 9 o’clock – similar to today’s Luminor Marina models. Panerai added its own ideas into the   early products, e.g. the self-luminescent material “Radiomir”, which gave the watch its name. Later,   Panerai changed this material to “Luminor” which was still self-luminescent, but not as dangerous as the   original radioactive material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have to note that today’s Panerai watches carry different names for different case shapes – Radiomir today relates to the   case with the wired lugs (removable in current watches, but originally welded to the case). Luminor refers to   the case which Panerai has been using since 1993, and is still using now. For vintage Panerai watches, however,   these two names, Radiomir and Luminor, mean the self-luminescent material of the dial, not the   case/reference number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first prototype watch, using a 47mm Rolex case with a Rolex movement and a   Rolex winding crown, is called “2533”. Only one piece was made, and it still exists today,   using a “Radiomir” dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_2533_3646.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_2533_3646_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Prototype 2533 next to a 3646&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Building upon this watch, Panerai produced watches with the reference “3646” in   various versions from 1938 until the 1950‘s. These watches have also been used by German “Kampfschwimmer”   units with “no-name” dials - no lettering on the dials.   It is not documented exactly how many of these watches were delivered to the German “Kriegsmarine” (Navy). The   “3646” initially had a Rolex dial, also called the “California Dial”, half with arabic and half with roman   indices. Panerai later replaced these dials and began using the self-illuminating dials with Radiomir/later   Luminor material. Panerai also changed the bezels to a deeper version because the “Sandwich” dials from Panerai   were deeper than the “California” dials from Rolex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panerai released the “Radiomir” in   platinum as a special edition watch in 1997, to the same dimensions as the vintage originals, using vintage Rolex   movements (PAM 21).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_pam21_3646.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_pam21_3646_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Richemont's PAM21 next to a 3646&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the request of the                           Italian Navy, progress through the following years                           resulted in the wired lugs being changed by creating a                           completely new case made of one massive block of steel                           to avoid damage and to make the watch more stable. In                           addition, a movement with a larger power reserve (8-day                           Angelus cal. 240) was used in these watches. These are                           listed as reference “6152”, “6152/1”, and “6154”. Cases                           were still made by Rolex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_6152-1_proto.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 249px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_6152-1_proto_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  6152/1 prototype watch with 8 days movement from Angelus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_6152-1_protom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_6152-1_protom_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  6152/1 prototype, movement by Angelus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today’s special edition, the “Luminor 1950” (PAM 127), is a homage to the vintage “6152/1”,   with crown protecting device. With regard to vintage references, numbers are not in relation to the crown   protecting device. There are existing models, with or without protecting device, using the same reference e.g.   “6152/1”. The reference “6154” was made specially for the Egyptian Navy around 1954, using, as requested, the   old style radioactive dials. A very small number of watches was produced without protecting device. The case   style is slightly different from the references “6152” and “6152/1”. This reference is also called the “Small   Egiziano”, and was followed in 1956 by a completely new case (60 mm diameter) made by Panerai - the “GPF 2/56”   (the “Big Egiziano”).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_gpf_2-52.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_gpf_2-52_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  The GPF 2/56, made for the egyptian navy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only a very small number of watches was built with protecting device and 8-day movement.   Today’s “Luminor Submersible” is a homage to the vintage GPF 2/56, using similar design   elements such as the rotating bezel, but in a smaller case size (44 mm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The period of time from 1956   to the late 1980‘s is much less well documented. Some prototype watches have been made from titanium   (1960‘s/Rolex movement) and from aluminium (1980‘s/ETA automatic movement). The aluminium prototype was   depth-tested for 1000 metres (“Mille Metri”).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_proto_pvd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_proto_pvd_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  PVD prototype watch with Rolex movement&lt;br /&gt;(picture courtesy of Francesco Ferretti)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_proto_alu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Aluminium prototype watch with ETA movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Another prototype watch, developed in the 1940‘s but which never made it to production was a   chronograph for deck officers - the Mare Nostrum. This name was already being used by Panerai for torpedo   timers. The watch incorporated a bi-compax chronograph, using a “Radiomir” dial. Panerai produced this   chronograph for the civilian market during the “Pre-Vendome” era. Some unsold watches were taken over   by Vendome/Richemont and have been sold slightly reworked (a different bezel and three colour versions   for the dials - white, black, and blue).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;        &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_marenostrums.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/paneristi_marenostrums_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Different versions of production "Mare Nostrum": PAM 006, 007, 008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/vintage_kampfschwimmer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/vintage_kampfschwimmer_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  "Kampfschwimmer" watch for german military units&lt;br /&gt;(picture courtesy of Francesco Ferretti)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/Xa04.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/reference/vintage_pics/Xa04_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  "California dial" watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sitebodytext"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sitepageheading"&gt;A Look At A Vintage    Panerai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been interested in military issue Rolex subs for    a few months or so, and when I found out Rolex made the cases and most of the movements    for the vintage Panerai, I just had to love it. This one is post WW2, probably    made around 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you think the 44mm Panerai are big, well the case size    of the vintage ones is 47mm with a lug width of 26mm. Here it is next to a submariner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the dial and hands are original. The dial has    faded to a nice uniform dark brown. The luminous material on this watch is tritium    based. The earlier one were radium. The dial and hands still have a bit of a    glow. This must have been incredibly bright when new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The movement is a Rolex 17 jewel pocket watch movement.    The condition is remarkably good considering it’s a 50 year old plus watch that    certainly has spend time underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A shot showing the dust cover and rear of the bridge.    The rear of most of the bridges I've seen have 'Brev.' on them meaning 'patent    applied for.' Panerai was granted various patents after the war, so I'm going    to guess this watch was a later one after the locking device was patented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The inside of the case back showing the model number 6152-1.    That model number is also used for an earlier version with a screw-down crown.    My guess is Panerai simply added the locking lever to the older style case so    the cases are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally scans of the lug areas showing the case number    and model number. The case number does not seen to be consistent with published    lists of Rolex case numbers versus years I've seen. But I've heard Rolex did    some odd things with case numbers around WW2. Other case numbers I've seen reported    for the versions with the locking device are 124650, 124644 and 124537, and    all these were reported to made in 1947.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/vintage/View7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nice huh!&lt;br /&gt;Mare nostrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 24pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 26%; height: 24pt;" width="26%"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 47%; height: 24pt;" width="47%"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  unofortunately both the Mare Nostrum and the whole Slytech    range have gone the way of the dodo, so I can hardly recommend that anybody    goes out to their local authorized dealer to pick up one of these watches. However    the whole watch is an interesting peek into the history of Officine Panerai,    both during the Second World War and more recently in the mid 1990s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Mare Nostrum was originally conceived as an officer's    deck watch with a two register chronograph in 1943. Pictures (which are unfortunately    copyrighted) show that the Slytech is very close indeed to the original prototype.    The Mare Nostrum was however never put into production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In 1993 when the Panerai brand was relaunched from Florence    the line included the Luminor, the Luminor Marina, and a slightly modified version    of the Mare Nostrum. Still basically the same design, a tachmeter scale was    introduced on the bezel, with the inscription "Km/h" at 2 o' clock.    The Mare Nostrum was always the odd man out in the range, lacking the patented    crown locking device, and not being as heavy-duty as its siblings in the line    since it was never intended for diving. The crystal is 1.5mm thick instead of    the more usual 3.5mm (or 5mm on the modern 1000m Submersible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Around 1995 the Panerai brand had come to the attention    of one Sylvester Stallone, obviously a man of impeccable taste. Stallone commissioned    a new model, the "Slytech Submersible", which was basically a black-faced    Luminor Marina with custom wording on the dial, and his signature on the back.    This was intended to coincide with the filming of "Daylight". He later    participated in the production of the "Slytech Daylight", again a    Luminor Marina, but with a white face. Both models were issued in runs of 500    pieces and were individually numbered. Finally, the "Mare Nostrum Slytech"    appeared, with a slate face, and with a completely plain bezel unlike the other    modern Mare Nostrums (Nostra?). Again this piece was signed, and existing examples    are numbered xx/500. However one can only guess that the sponsorship deal fell    through since allegedly only 50 were produced (at least, according to &lt;a href="http://www.antiquorum.com/catalog/html/nyoct99w/78.htm"&gt;Antiquorum&lt;/a&gt;)    .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is one more Slytech, the &lt;a href="http://www.paneristi.com/gallery/page6/Panerai-Black-Seal-box.jpg"&gt;Black    Seal&lt;/a&gt;. It appears that the few existing examples of this watch were prototypes    for another Slytech deal that never came to fruition, accordingly there are    only five in existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Mare Nostrum survived well past the acquisition of    Officine Panerai by the Vendome group, and when it was released with blue, black    and white dials for the first post-Vendome Panerai collection the only change    was that the "Km/h" on the bezel was replaced by the word "Tachymeter".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, down to the pictures. The Mare Nostrum Slytech comes    in an enormous walnut veneered box, obviously a harbinger of the superb packaging    of modern Panerai. In the top layer of the box sits the watch itself, a spare    strap, an a model of the mini-sub used by the daring Incursore during the second    world war. Presumably the officers who sent them were meant to be wearing a    Mare Nostrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns_box.jpg" alt="Mare Nostrum Slytech box" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The watch itself is almost a classic Mare    Nostrum, but with a plain bezel and the word "Slytech" at 6 o' clock.    This one is sitting on the original shark skin strap, definitely the most comfortable    Panerai strap I've worn, light and supple unlike a lot of shark straps. Come    on Panerai, ship some more of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns.jpg" alt="Mare Nostrum Slytech" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Under the top layer of the box is a large    book in Italian about the mini-sub pilots. It's a shame I don't read Italian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns_closed_book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns_open_book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The back of the watch is numbered, and bears    Mr. Stallone's signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns_back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.paneristi.com/archives/mns_review/mns_flyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frankly, I'd like to see Panerai make the    Mare Nostrum again, but with the release of a significant line of chronographs    this year I can't see this happening. To wear it is a reassuringly heavy and    chunky piece without being an enormous aggressive lump. If anything its place    in the line has been usurped by a combination of the modern Luminor chronographs,    and watches in the Radiomir case which seem to be Panerai's new dressy (or at    least dressier) line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="sitebodytext" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anything bearing the word "Slytech"    is now highly collectable, and the whole Mare Nostrum line (since it is no longer    produced) is now being hoovered up by collectors too. As ever it may prove that    the runt of the line will end up as being one of the most collectable items    simply by virtue of the rarity (c.f. the Milgauss).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 27%; height: 24pt;" width="27%"&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 26%; height: 12.75pt;" width="26%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 47%; height: 12.75pt;" width="47%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 27%; 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.gahh cannot tahan sey like this ar im gonna die d weih.oh yeah,i got a material obsession just recently,well not recently lah but its like sudden boom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WElEvxBkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Sd1mdlie1Eo/s1600-h/panerai+1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WElEvxBkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Sd1mdlie1Eo/s320/panerai+1950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171685519568995906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; panerai 1950..beauty aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WFuEvxBpI/AAAAAAAAARs/XGYSobcnu88/s1600-h/21022008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WFuEvxBpI/AAAAAAAAARs/XGYSobcnu88/s320/21022008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171686773699446418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another panerai,the arktos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WFt0vxBoI/AAAAAAAAARk/C1CPojuJB58/s1600-h/Gril+glazed+steak+wit+apple+slaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WFt0vxBoI/AAAAAAAAARk/C1CPojuJB58/s320/Gril+glazed+steak+wit+apple+slaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171686769404479106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever thought steaks go so well with apples?&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://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WEm0vxBnI/AAAAAAAAARc/iHkVoQJPo_A/s1600-h/DSC01008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WEm0vxBnI/AAAAAAAAARc/iHkVoQJPo_A/s320/DSC01008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171685549633767026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random :last year's pict.we're BIG PEOPLE that time.literally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;maybe no one's gonna read my crap here since iv never posted since so long,i bet i can post myself naked here and no passerby  is gonna even clinch and see it.HAHAHAH okay dah post ajer gamba papepun.ookay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s abg syg cek tau!! LOL!!&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/6028257727476503899-2777219039928649978?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2777219039928649978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2777219039928649978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2777219039928649978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2777219039928649978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time.html' title='long time'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R8WElEvxBkI/AAAAAAAAARE/Sd1mdlie1Eo/s72-c/panerai+1950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-613126639122152226</id><published>2008-01-04T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:03:41.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>will u stay awake for me? i dont wanna miss anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1snDfOUzqc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1snDfOUzqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my window up at you in the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Everynight we say goodnight and everynight you almost cry,&lt;br /&gt;but now it won't be everynight.&lt;br /&gt;I can see you on the weekends,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not sure if that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray we'll stay together,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think that we need luck.&lt;br /&gt;Just think of me when I am not around&lt;br /&gt;If seeing is believing, then I'm sure that this will work.&lt;br /&gt;msn and AOL but it will still be hard at first.&lt;br /&gt;No more calling you real early nor late just to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me that I love you, but I have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I can, but it might be hard to get home.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll promise you ramadhan, but the rest I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Think of me when I am not around.&lt;br /&gt;One more time,im losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I could not be here for you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And then the last kiss goodbye, you smile and wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;I know that this will be hard but we'll be fine...&lt;br /&gt;Call me at nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s its ripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-613126639122152226?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/613126639122152226/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4011423896065049277</id><published>2007-12-13T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:36:38.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chheeeebye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>lidah bertulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU-mvGjSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0vUtMv-_ACo/s1600-h/07122007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU-mvGjSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0vUtMv-_ACo/s320/07122007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143696790193081634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/c9IHi1h2Jb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/c9IHi1h2Jb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day,she'll realize that the rules dont matter anyway.that,rules are often said to be broken,therefore its set up as just a guideline for people to follow.what i think matters though,is realising whats what and be aware about things.like a clown,i put on a show,so everybody smiles.see i wanna inspire.thats all.i dont want to prove anything.anyway,i really feel that in the near future,were gonna need that hotline..something will pop up and were going to realise that were free men untangled by the clutches of bounded fences we made supposedly to keep us safe,so we think it will.anyway, i might be wrong about it,cuz its just my opinion about it.i strongly feel that im a heartless person at times,but im willing to try new things.i will pitch in.i respect her and the old folks.even mine.and if that is the best,i'll put my dick ego aside and let myself some pride to go with what it is.i hope it works,truly i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats surprising though,is that everything,sequence of events in life is all scripted and planned.only we,sometimes fail to see that god is always showing us pieces of his puzzle to let us solve it.from the numbers to the dickhead dude,it all was a sign neither of us see.weird how things happen.but another weird thing though,is how kool i felt when it all happened,it was 50-50.i wasnt THAT sad or annything but yeah.i really look at this optimistically though,and look at it as a pyramid between me,her and dad.and another thing,somehow,a hunch i felt,were both looking at this just based on our narrow vision.i dont know but i think there's more to this and there's more ways we can work things out.like i said,we are confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people insult me thinking like its okay.and i dont like people taking my stuff without permission.its like my fucking stuff okay?like i went to kak lina's house for kenduri,oh man dont get me started,it was like im so pissed that its so not well planned,managed or executed.and i always feel sorry for my dad,who always take charge of situations and correct whats needed.shame on you people.if someone wont take the responsibility then who?so yeah today i shut off my responsibility part of m y brain and just chillex.malas nak tolong dah.and and they made fun of my skull belt cakap cam mat rempit r den suruh show to everybody la.i was like dalam hati fuck man! why dont u go and tegor about my watch?hey look at me i got a hellova watch!okay that wasnt needed.i just buat tlinga tersumbat okay,no response.im tired cuz i reaaallyy helped a lot,not to mention cleaning that fucking pavement while my uncle was blur blur chatting shit with people.fuck go do some fucking work la cibai! dis is ur kenduri okay?not mine! i helped lagipun sebab i kesian okay to my atok sebab atok yg tolong berus lantai.omf he's eighty plus okay,kesian die.bodo punye uncle.up yours la.and u noe bile die amik my slipper wat duno and bleh tnye eh i nak gune ke?and and not freaking helping,he made this sarcastic joke about me on a diet biler aku tanak makan.cheebye sampai tahap gule2 pun nak kacau..aiyarh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..it seems i had a a pretty rough few days,but yeah i think i'll calm down la.lagipun i wud wanna show to her i can handle all this,sebab i said i would.and i tanak back out of my promise.my lidah is bertulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU9WvGjPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iJu_Nr_FLdU/s1600-h/DSC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU9WvGjPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/iJu_Nr_FLdU/s320/DSC00170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143696768718245106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU9mvGjQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fAqHXGcSr3E/s1600-h/Steak+wit+mushroom+and+herb+butter+sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU9mvGjQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fAqHXGcSr3E/s320/Steak+wit+mushroom+and+herb+butter+sauce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143696773013212418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love KLCC?erk?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU-WvGjRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2NrzU0pfxaw/s1600-h/07122007%28023%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU-WvGjRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2NrzU0pfxaw/s320/07122007%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143696785898114322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:hun if ur reading this,i wantcha to noe that im okay and its all gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil someting..a tribute to a very very sadcase individual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE VERY UNSTABLE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY NON-THINKERS IN THE WORLD. THEY THINK ACTION IS THE KEY TO EVERYTHING. NEVER THINKING DEEP AND LONG ENOUGH IN THE LEFT LOBE TO COMPREHEND RIGHT FROM WRONG. WE HAVE SEVERAL NAMES FOR THOSE FOLKS. FREAKY , STALKERS, NAY-SAYERS, HATERS, POSERS, WANNABES, NEED-TO-BE’S,PRETENDERS….etc, you get me. those who want to be, try to be,and just are never going to get there, so they spend all their time looking to hate on others instead of TRYING TO BE OR MAKING SOMETHING OF THEMSELVES. OUR a.k.a LOSER categories of morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i’m smarter to say sorry I will not subject myself to those kinds when offering personal information for some one i feel needs no mention. I’M SICK OF SAYING GROW-UP!!!! they seem to having a problem trying to allow that part of their brain to work on that source of information. this is the type of person who would be standing out side your out-door window PEEPING AT YOU because that amuses them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL GOVERNMENTS SHOULD TRULY ENFORCE A STRONGER POLICY’S IN ___ HEALTH CARE for the mentally challenged and provide better EDUCATION for those how are having a hard time with their learning skills. CATCH UP BUDDY. WE ARE TIRED OF WAITING FOR YOU. we put the slow horse’s down when they can’t match in the race with the other champion breeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ripped that out sumwhre,but it made sense so yeah! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4011423896065049277?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4011423896065049277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4011423896065049277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4011423896065049277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4011423896065049277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/lidah-bertulang.html' title='lidah bertulang'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R2IU-mvGjSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0vUtMv-_ACo/s72-c/07122007%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-633217648840546917</id><published>2007-12-13T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:07:56.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><title type='text'>nobody knows it but me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JbgFDRVtMd"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JbgFDRVtMd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls closing more every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;The things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;But you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought&lt;br /&gt;You'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my heart is callin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get&lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lovin' you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Said when the nights are lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-633217648840546917?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/633217648840546917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=633217648840546917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/633217648840546917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/633217648840546917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/nobody-knows-it-but-me.html' title='nobody knows it but me'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7729280037282727420</id><published>2007-12-05T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:48:18.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>10 traits of a great girlfriend</title><content type='html'>10 Traits That Make A Great Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She’s independent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants a girlfriend they have to baby-sit. Once in a while, like if she’s had a rough day at work, it’s great to be her shoulder to cry on, but if she can’t seem to function without you and is constantly after you, she will eventually make you feel like you’re suffocating, which is a surefire way to get you running out the nearest exit. On the other hand, if she has her very own personality and opinions, can stand on her own two feet, both financially and emotionally, and is able to enjoy time away from you - while still missing you, of course - then she must be a great girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She’s intelligent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the bimbo routine gets real old, real fast. Instead of being the one in total control, you’ll find yourself trying to figure out what she’s really thinking behind those glazed eyes of hers - or if she’s actually thinking at all. An intelligent woman will constantly surprise you and keep you on your toes. She won’t let you get bored of her. Besides, it’s nice to have something to talk about between all that chandelier-hanging sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She’s sexual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we’re on the topic, a great girlfriend has to be sexually compatible with you. For instance, if you’re into S&amp;M and she’s more the “fluffy lingerie” type, that’s a problem. The two of you have to be on the same page - or, at least, she has to be willing to wear leather and use a whip from time to time. Of course, this doesn’t imply that she has to know all the right moves straight away; it simply means that you and she have an undeniable attraction toward each other, and are able to communicate your desires verbally (or with physical cues). It is important that you please each other in the bedroom, or on top of the dryer - whatever the case may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She’s beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this one is kind of obvious, but important nonetheless. A great girlfriend will not only want to look good for you, but also for herself. She should always look her best and be well put together - matching lingerie is a definite plus. You have to be proud to have her on your arm and enjoy the sight of her in any light. And this doesn’t mean that she has to be a Heidi Klum clone. Remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so if you think her full bottom or uncontrollable curls are beautiful, you’re allowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She respects you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a biggie. Your woman must respect you. This means that she listens to you, even if she doesn’t necessarily agree with what you’re saying. And, of course, she never tries to demean or belittle you in any way, shape or form. A great girlfriend won’t ever cause scenes in public or in front of your friends and family, and will always wait to discuss matters with you in private. If she respects you, chances are that she will behave in a tactful and diplomatic manner in most situations, which is definitely a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She lets you be a man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not - I repeat - do not get involved with a woman who tries to get you to eat cottage cheese and fruit for breakfast and insists that you give up poker night with the guys. You will end up resenting her more than you can imagine. A good girlfriend lets you be a guy in all your glory, poker night and all. If she’s a great girlfriend, she’ll even bring you and your buddies a couple of beers and make you some of her famous sandwiches. She has to understand that men and women are different and should allow you to be yourself. Just like you wouldn’t deprive her of going shopping with her best girlfriend, she shouldn’t expect you to give up the guys for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She’s nagless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse than a nag! A great girlfriend knows this and chooses her battles wisely. She knows when to speak up and when to let it slide. You don’t want a girlfriend who will give you hell for leaving a couple of dishes in the sink occasionally. However, if you live together and you stay out all night without calling her, and she lets you have it, then you’re setting yourself up for disaster. This is a situation that nobody would let slide - not even a great girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She gets along with friends and family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great girlfriend will not only help your mom in the kitchen, listen to your dad’s stories and hang out with your friends, but she will enjoy it. She’ll make a real effort to get to know and love the most important people in your life. And she won’t try to get you to ditch your best buds. She’ll actually empathize with your brother’s getting dumped and suggest that you guys take him out to cheer him up. Not only that, but your friends won’t roll their eyes and moan when you mention that she’ll be joining you guys when she gets off work (yes, women like this do exist). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She loves you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have found a woman who loves you for who you really are and not who you pretend or try to be sometimes, you should definitely hang on to her. A woman who doesn’t try to change you is hard to find. Of course, all women have their slightly annoying habits that their mate has to contend with, but if she really loves you, she will be able to cope with these. Another way to know if she really loves you is by observing the way she looks at you and treats you on an everyday basis. If the sight of you doesn’t seem to faze her either way, and she doesn’t really seem to care about what you have to say, she’s either playing very hard to get, or sees you as just some guy. But if a surprise visit or phone call from you makes her light up, there’s no denying that she loves you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She makes you want to be a better man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making that face… any man who has a great girlfriend or wife will tell you that she makes him want to be a better man. She doesn’t have to say or do anything; it just is that way. If you suddenly feel bad about how you treated your sister or find yourself trying to get your finances in order, you might want to think about your motivation for doing so. It could be love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-7729280037282727420?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7729280037282727420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7729280037282727420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7729280037282727420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7729280037282727420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-traits-of-great-girlfriend.html' title='10 traits of a great girlfriend'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5039097078324771110</id><published>2007-12-03T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:39:15.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>will you stay awake for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;"Our friends would all make fun of us,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because,&lt;br /&gt;We know that none of them have felt this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hlwjSCi6xa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hlwjSCi6xa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you know,i hate going over myself,repeating everything i say.duplicating each and every action.it kinda bugs me to death.unfortunately,due to certain reasons,now with a thud.you know,we always take things for granted.we often take things lightly and dont appreciate the things we have.we're sad or miss them when theyre gone and often race for something better when we already have something in our arms.maybe it made us humans competitive,not extinct,gives us a sorta edge;thrill they say.we often find the little spec of dirt on things,e.g people and claim them to be second best.but wait,theyre missing the big picture aint it?maybe god loves this kinda people.they work so hard for something they want with enough hope and toil under their belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of god,im on the other hand is thankful for 2 days back.my hopes was on a 2 buck roller coaster ride up,down and all over.im thankful,really,i cudnt forget her smile.or how friendly the rest of the people there were.I do work hard for her,for us,and i always remind her and myself how much i appreciate and care for her.cuz i knoe,i might sleep tonight and never wake up to see the sunshine the next day for all i know.better thann nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah sometimes i do miss her a lot.but i guess thats the way it is.looking at other people,im not or were not so bad.i mean the whole thing aint so bad.its not like im in mars and she's on the moon for gods sake!so i guess its okay.like she said,trust is everything and as an optimistic fellow,i just look ahead with a belly full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,i got back from sabah the other day.All i can say is that there's just too many mats there and its so bloody hot,like a freaking hellhole on earth.HAHA anyway food was great,shopping was okay and hotel was..hotel.and again,im thankful that just after i got back,i went to see her.although im a bit tired from the trip but somehow,it didnt matter anyway.by the way,sabah has lots of lookalikes! this chap looked like my ex english teacher and another dude looked like roslan aziz.HAHA.oh yea where got sell colored hair gel ah?i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sabah airport.KLIAAAA YAAAAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Y89zYFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ZPFjLTvihEI/s1600-R/02122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Y89zYFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/c3dHHtfJI-4/s320/02122007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001784255963218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karambunai park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Zc9zYGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zBWmSTElxTU/s1600-R/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Zc9zYGI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iRA6_wTfxJE/s320/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001792845897826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sutera magellan hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Z89zYHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MRXD4vSed9c/s1600-R/30112007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Z89zYHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uKcwjLXbalY/s320/30112007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001801435832434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mom me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0ac9zYII/AAAAAAAAAQM/8BstCQdBoqs/s1600-R/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0ac9zYII/AAAAAAAAAQM/HqkXYX3olNc/s320/DSC00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001810025767042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterdays lunch speciality HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0as9zYJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_lbJDY_8cFE/s1600-R/Ciken+steak,and+mix+beef+on+thai+ccmbr+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0as9zYJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s5_gVJiIPGA/s320/Ciken+steak,and+mix+beef+on+thai+ccmbr+salad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140001814320734354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sabah waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1TzbM9zYAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7FWoBlMpEns/s1600-R/PC010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1TzbM9zYAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Spn4rskFW9Y/s320/PC010187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140000723399041026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ugly batik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1TzcM9zYBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8ehEbF1Pxxk/s1600-R/PC010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1TzcM9zYBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DZSpiv7cI20/s320/PC010203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140000740578910226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;UMS aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzcs9zYCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lF-ECFH7rCY/s1600-R/PC010192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzcs9zYCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cS29oX4tyn4/s320/PC010192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140000749168844834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kick ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzc89zYDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/oErGaWj-498/s1600-R/01122007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzc89zYDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YbpCq6A40f4/s320/01122007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140000753463812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macam-cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzfc9zYEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mwvBFqvNmwg/s1600-R/01122007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1Tzfc9zYEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OpBEC6f0IyY/s320/01122007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140000796413485122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okeh see ya  arnd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5039097078324771110?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5039097078324771110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5039097078324771110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5039097078324771110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5039097078324771110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-friends-would-all-make-fun-of-us.html' title='will you stay awake for me?'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R1T0Y89zYFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/c3dHHtfJI-4/s72-c/02122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-960178332913649181</id><published>2007-11-28T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:44:33.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>biodata</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yGMD4dm6K4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yGMD4dm6K4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R02EXNzgujI/AAAAAAAAAPE/k2NH8I6y5Zg/s1600-h/Paneher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R02EXNzgujI/AAAAAAAAAPE/k2NH8I6y5Zg/s320/Paneher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137908284277176882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: megat mohd fakhri bin kamaruzaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickna me(s): megat,fakhri,ketua(lol),genius,love doctor,hoi,woi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16 goin 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 13 February  1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bir th place: john radcliffe hospital,oxford,england&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curren t Location: Alor star a.k.a stuckyville a.k.a kampong a.k.a ah lock stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lefty or Righty: : Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Drive: an invincible car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen name: sleepyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{---Fa v ori tes---}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color : black,white,grey(currently),pink(to a certain extent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number : 1,31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band:secondhand serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Genre: punk,emo,punk rock,ballad,anything goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T V Show: parental control,rides,etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mov ie: austin powers! shaggedelic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors:clive owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act re ss: kiera knightley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of Movie: comedy,horro,biography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoo n: simpsons!spongebob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sp ort: not much of a sports fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa st Food Restaurant:burger king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: medium rare steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream: baby blue gelato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cere al : quaker squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand y: gummy strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D rink: juice.if im on a break..choc banana or oreo milkshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al co holic Beverage:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: were afraid of the light,not the dark actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{- --Do You---}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any siblings:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets: a dumb cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a job: full time boif,son and student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ve a cellphone: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any special talents or skills:&lt;br /&gt;i can crap all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ve any fears: god and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a bedtime: mm its flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin g in the shower: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W an t to go to college:in kolej sultan abdul hamid haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ve any piercings: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos: no!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear: a lot.i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smo ke : never ever!she'll kill me ahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drin k :nopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Drugs: just panadol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{--- Lo ve &amp;amp; All That Crap---}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yuppaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cheated on a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar e you single?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A re you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{---Be st-- -}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: naz,syahmi,fakhrul,yin..bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B est Moment: when i had the worst day and yin sprayed me water frm his mouth.i swear if i wasnt in a good mood id slap him left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most embarrassing moment: peed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Song Ever Heard: umm..lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Conversation: with ehem ehem sape lagikk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Man: bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be st Woman: mum and her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-960178332913649181?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/960178332913649181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=960178332913649181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/960178332913649181'/><link rel='self' 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words or less'/><title type='text'>when can i see you again?</title><content type='html'>i think most of us makes mistakes in our lives.yeah,we do.and that mistake sometimes affect the things around us.sometimes we overlooked or just not notice.i hate engineers btw,their failures in predicting misconceptions and not peculiar over details struck chaos.anyway thats my opinion,so yeah.back to the topic? yeah yeah somewhat i admit to being selfish sometimes,but i think i had good intentions.yeah helping people and making people happy is almost always what i aim to do and also i aim to impress.not a lot but just enough.things just aint goin my way you know,the air aint as breezy as it should.and my shoe aint shiny like it used to.so maybe i tried but heck the most important thing i sang my heart and soul off for it right?or maybe i just have to admit that some things aint never going my way.that i cant control everything thats happening around me.maybe things just are that way for a reason.okay maybe im paranoid but better paranoid than doing mistakes that leads to a disaster.reverse! as i said to my dad,its hard to control people,we can only plan and manage for so far.the people that tasted leadership and thought the position as somewhat of a giant hamper wrapped in silver ribbon is just a mere can of mlo.and when they got it,what they perceive was wrong.they end up mad,hectic and tied between the knots.i told them it aint easy.they think it is.mistakes again.maybe till then they'll know something,by learning from themselves or others.i chose the latter.anyway my dad told me the key is you have to be precise and keep firm.when u have that swagger and agility then people can cooperate and follow.boy oh boy this shit aint funny,and it aint easy neither.haha.i still believe that people like us are just confused and plainly in doubt.plainly said thats why cooperation is so hard.oh yeah i asked my dad about enemies,whether he has one.he said ha ha i just have backstabber's,the people that hit you from behind.i asked,'what to do then?'.'just watch out for them,thats all'he said.simple aint it?probabli if u have 6 eyes and a pair of flippy feet and a long tail.okay maybe not.by the way,i cooked lunch and breakfast for dad! yeay! and he gived a thumbs up! hoorah! minus the fact i almost killed myself lifting the grandfather clock that almost crushed me to bits.okay thats exaggerated,that wasnt so bad till i broke his art thingy.man i thought i was in deep shit.but hey its cool.crap nak beyak r.see ya arnd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-248823676427189674?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/248823676427189674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=248823676427189674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/248823676427189674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/248823676427189674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-can-i-see-you-again.html' title='when can i see you again?'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5455361302325191968</id><published>2007-11-19T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:50:00.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 second laugh'/><title type='text'>girlboi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R0Jm89zguiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7pnIEeSSimg/s1600-h/20112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R0Jm89zguiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7pnIEeSSimg/s320/20112007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134779722724588066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks sedap kan kan!?!? guess who's the chef wwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HKh1WDaVUf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HKh1WDaVUf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/1728/girlsareevildm7.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5455361302325191968?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5455361302325191968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5455361302325191968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5455361302325191968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5455361302325191968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/girlboi.html' title='girlboi'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/R0Jm89zguiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7pnIEeSSimg/s72-c/20112007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3961717505357606150</id><published>2007-11-17T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T19:06:48.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>why guys like gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/s7FtUM2i2Y/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/s7FtUM2i2Y/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why guys like gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. the ease in which they fit into our arms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. the way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end makes it all worth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. They are always warm even when its minus 30 out side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. the way they look good no matter what they wear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. the way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. the way her hand always finds yours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. the way they smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. the way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later you will be arguing about something &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. the way they kiss when you do something nice for them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Actually ... ! ! just the way they kiss you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. the way they fall into your arms when they cry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. the way they say "I miss you" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. the way you miss them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. the way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3961717505357606150?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3961717505357606150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3961717505357606150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3961717505357606150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3961717505357606150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-guys-like-gals.html' title='why guys like gals'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6114849527040406532</id><published>2007-11-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:27:05.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>when it rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fy645Z-pzT"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fy645Z-pzT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"money can never purchase someone love ,but  someone can be bought by love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;few days have been whack.had camp a few days back which was freakingawesome! stayed up all night and like went kayaking and oh yea i freakingly cooked! okay so maybe it was fried rice but wattahel i think i did a good job wey.anyway,i went back school on thursday and found out that was a sucking day altogether.got my lovely marks which was a bloody eyesore.god somebody prick me in the eye with a paper cutter for blindly not writing 28.726 which i wrote 24.726 instead.clueless mistake,so my crappy 570 calculator betrayed me.man i wish that freaking calculator had a vending machine built in it.id probabli kicked it in the nuts and it barfed our a can of soda.gaahhhh and worst i had physics at that CKP.din finish=din understand=din care=sebab tired.sedey sey.i got like 12 types of work to do..which im unwillingly wanting to settle becaaauusee its crappy.like?redoing bio exam paper which! we all din get full marks which! was freaking!! haa geram la ni...grr geram geram aku gi main ngan adik baru tau..sabar sabar..haaiiihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blur,tamim kelam,me(gemuks sial),yin,naz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rz2wHNzgugI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LirY4EcGHck/s1600-h/15112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rz2wHNzgugI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LirY4EcGHck/s320/15112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133452788283521538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;detik2 kem dimana aku telah sunburn ..kelam gylaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rz2wH9zguhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AoP8jFA8VSw/s1600-h/dx007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rz2wH9zguhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AoP8jFA8VSw/s320/dx007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133452801168423442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway i wanna tell YOU..takpe me tell you ..wakaka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6114849527040406532?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6114849527040406532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6114849527040406532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6114849527040406532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6114849527040406532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='when it rains'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rz2wHNzgugI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LirY4EcGHck/s72-c/15112007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2852403159280488985</id><published>2007-11-06T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:49:53.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>when my heart stops beating</title><content type='html'>i guess everyones not the same.each of us has their own demeanor and way of doin things.some listen of needed to be listen to.some need to cry to someone the pain that they have endured.mostly like you and me,yes you,reader were confused.as normal as it gets we breakdown some times, some to the lowest at a point.we always seem to view things as just a door,and when it closes we're trapped in the dark yet not realizing theres other doors and opportunities waiting for us on the other side.maybe were coward or maybe what i said,were confused.we often find comfort in expressing our thoughts to others seeking help as if they could provide us the answer to our problems.instead,we should find it in ourselves to make the move and create our own solutions to our problems,we are the product of our actions.probably enough,we need to see ourselves differently just the way we view the current situation.then again,who am i to say resorting to others is a bad thing.perhaps we just need time and space and actualli away from all of this,sort of stepping back and reviewing ourselves.maybe till then when we really know ourselves better,we should make the decision.anyway like i said,life is an endless journey and we never really stop learning.in the end,its up to us to make the most of it and what hurdles we've gone though,just made us stronger.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i know,iv been through hell and back.im still aint stoppin anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; olive lace up dress shoes baebehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RzCIPlN3LLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Aqeif1z4254/s1600-h/06112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2852403159280488985?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2852403159280488985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2852403159280488985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2852403159280488985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2852403159280488985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-my-heart-stops-beating.html' title='when my heart stops beating'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RzCIPlN3LLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Aqeif1z4254/s72-c/06112007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2716419595574760470</id><published>2007-11-01T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:53:03.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cBNV9MRKzH"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cBNV9MRKzH" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people dont change.most do.some struggling to remember their roots,some forgetting the past.well some,just forget.i guess its human for us to forget.we aint exactly memorizers by chance.anyway some people so forget some people.the little people that push them up,to where they are now,to where they say they belong.along the path of success,we do forget the simple humble thanks and just whisk away in our limos to the next party.how do we get there?why??and who?were often blinded to see the achievements have narrowed our vision sp much that we lost contact with reality,the REAL reality.i used to feel unappreciated at times.yeah,im human what can i say i expect just a little gratitude at times.maybe i should hire a mercenary to just say thanks to me on a daily basis.whats weird is not long ago,my arrogance behavior led to this.i admit to it.but times have changed me,i still feel the same.maybe just maybe im having a bad day or maybe we just forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the good news is that there's someone to remind me where i stand,where i belong and where i should be.at the end of the day,its that special someone that you run to and scream your problems out.the bittersweet fact is that despite all the harsh realities of life,no matter how horrible it seems to be,that special person just knows what to say and carves a smile on your face.you noe who you are.i am ur &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RynaDVN3LJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WQNYch9JgF8/s1600-h/bsbh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RynaDVN3LJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WQNYch9JgF8/s320/bsbh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127869401507769490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turn a deaf ear to what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2716419595574760470?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2716419595574760470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2716419595574760470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2716419595574760470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2716419595574760470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/unicorn.html' title='unicorn'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RynaDVN3LJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WQNYch9JgF8/s72-c/bsbh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-444011693977194834</id><published>2007-10-27T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:25:03.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>a poem called sorry</title><content type='html'>okeh exam tak abes,so im procrastinating.so what?this is what i call &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sorry for the times that i was bad&lt;br /&gt;doing things that caused mishaps&lt;br /&gt;sorry when i was in denial&lt;br /&gt;and i times  was irrational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if sometimes i was in disguise&lt;br /&gt;speaking of words that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the issues that drove you mad&lt;br /&gt;as its not my intention to make you sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the times i was in doubt&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to know,and talk it about&lt;br /&gt;sorry for running from responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;i admit it was a lack of integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i have spotted jealousy&lt;br /&gt;i can't help a case of envy&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for the words i didn't say&lt;br /&gt;or at moments when i ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-444011693977194834?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/444011693977194834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=444011693977194834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/444011693977194834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/444011693977194834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/poem-called-sorry.html' title='a poem called sorry'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4908960247879491616</id><published>2007-10-21T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:02:54.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>wild nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wokeyh so last nite we the prefects bash..here's a few pics..cut  things short im lazy to update,see ya when exams end  lalala~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_MP8XpOI/AAAAAAAAANo/3UC08ztIpGM/s1600-h/lalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_MP8XpOI/AAAAAAAAANo/3UC08ztIpGM/s320/lalala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123758480734790882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Mf8XpPI/AAAAAAAAANw/gBrsWOq7JCU/s1600-h/bababa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Mf8XpPI/AAAAAAAAANw/gBrsWOq7JCU/s320/bababa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123758485029758194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotter than hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Mv8XpQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WTFy8ZAUFqU/s1600-h/20102007230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Mv8XpQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WTFy8ZAUFqU/s320/20102007230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123758489324725506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring in the gigantic tandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Nf8XpRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wcxGhl_AO-A/s1600-h/20102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_Nf8XpRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wcxGhl_AO-A/s320/20102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123758502209627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doctor,UUM professor and ipoh tycoon&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/6028257727476503899-4908960247879491616?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4908960247879491616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4908960247879491616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4908960247879491616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4908960247879491616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/wild-nite.html' title='wild nite'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rxs_MP8XpOI/AAAAAAAAANo/3UC08ztIpGM/s72-c/lalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2892408526144949077</id><published>2007-10-10T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:27:08.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>your call</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2cWQB8URl3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2cWQB8URl3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it ever occur to ya'll how important the senses in humans?undoubtedly the sense of sight is most referred to as the most  important sense of all.for me,the sense of smell of the most appealing.for the blind,sense of smell is important.not blind,yet i fell smells left significant affect on me.you noe how the air on the mountains smell like,breezy,cool and pine-ish.i like the smell of her.maybe its her perfume or not at all.its that distinct and personal fragrant that each and everyone of us has.its unique and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so im a hypocrite if i just adore her smell.sure,she's flaming hot and will stay that way i guess evern when she's 50.besides that i love the way she thinks,her perseverance and her willingness to cope with life's endless challenges and my boyish antics.her character speaks for itself and her companionship brightens up my day.oh have i told you how sweet her smile is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im lovestruck,so what.so what other people care about,let them envy.let them hate as long as they fear.were all learning anyway,either about each other or to get a broader outlook on life.i'll keep my promise to her to stay close and be there for her.i'll have faith and always look ahead.maybe it'll turn like the story i wrote ,i hope.its good to plan they say and yeah iv made plans.im the captain of my ship and i'll make sure i'll reach there on time,safe and sound.oh yeah i wrote her a poem.oops tak siap agi..bwahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2892408526144949077?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2892408526144949077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2892408526144949077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2892408526144949077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2892408526144949077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-call.html' title='your call'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3554587753868267482</id><published>2007-10-06T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T04:36:03.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>HAPPIEST DAY EVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3554587753868267482?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3554587753868267482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3554587753868267482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3554587753868267482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3554587753868267482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiest-day-eva.html' title='HAPPIEST DAY EVA'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1664485560644796957</id><published>2007-09-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:58:55.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><title type='text'>my guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6ApdEGr8iP"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6ApdEGr8iP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thread is for her.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for what happen last night.i wasnt myself at all.i sure wasnt the way i am.if i could change myself i would but its hard yet i try.for what im worth,accept me for what i am,not what i aim to be.i cant be perfect.im a human being like you.i make mistakes sometimes.i have feelings and so do you,and i respect that.im a guy, of course jealousy,ego or assholeness is in me.somehow someway its meant to be that way.im trying to fix that.i hope you know.but since the days before,i had a rough time.you know well all the physical crap i went through.and yesterday despite my clumsiness i cant explain why the barber pricked my ear with his razor.oh i haven't told u that.it hurts but later u getting mad at me because of me hurts even more.i know somehow we settled it last night.but i sense guilt,somewhat seeping through my skin,settling through my veins.i asked your good friend to tell u a message and i hope u get it.i dont know what shall i do to make it up anymore.im trying my best here.truly,on my knees,find it in your heart that im sincerely sorry..i did not meant to distrust you but you didn't tell me all of that before, like defending me that way ,and pisses him.I did not know ok?till then, i hope to see you,carved with a smile on your face,and its gonna be nostalgia baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rv3ZT_8XpNI/AAAAAAAAANg/6408BFPBDvU/s1600-h/121439%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rv3ZT_8XpNI/AAAAAAAAANg/6408BFPBDvU/s320/121439%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483689368134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1664485560644796957?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1664485560644796957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1664485560644796957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1664485560644796957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1664485560644796957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-thread-is-for-her.html' title='my guardian angel'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rv3ZT_8XpNI/AAAAAAAAANg/6408BFPBDvU/s72-c/121439%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-914922265180951644</id><published>2007-09-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:11:56.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>speaking of change,lately a lot of things happen in short.faces seem to zoom by,assignments seem to be passed.i dunno,maybe its me or  maybe my casio is on steroids.it felt good anyway,in pursuit of happiness.i made peace recently with some of my old friends.yeah.i beg to differ yet im relentlessly doing it without complaint.like kissing a girl on the cheek is a big deal but seeing her naked is a LIFE ALTERNATING EVENT .okayh.thats stupid  bwahahaha.anyway its because of her la,a bit.She kinda pull me back down to earth,like gravitational pull of gravity to the centre of the earth,okay bukan sangat macam tu,making sure that my head dont blow up like an A bomb hit iraq.to her,thank you so so much.i dont know where id be without you.by the way,have u ever felt that something is so uncertain that u wanna make sense of it but blindly cant because the past and present is still in context?blindly not seeing the future doesnt help anyway.like,.like..gahhd aku dah luper.ahaks nenek betol.maybe later.oh yeah,its like this, back at school i spoke to yin about stuff and tetiba we talk about stuff but adding the future part in it.get this,one can only be satisfied if future is in perspective.maybe thats the truth,or maybe the truth is unjust like everything else around us.ah wth pe aku mepek ni,aku nak pegik tido ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s computer still bodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-914922265180951644?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/914922265180951644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=914922265180951644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/914922265180951644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/914922265180951644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6544541514983828838</id><published>2007-09-07T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:33:20.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chheeeebye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computer bengong.HIATUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6544541514983828838?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6544541514983828838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6544541514983828838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6544541514983828838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6544541514983828838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/computer-bengong.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4746137988050247541</id><published>2007-09-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:39:28.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>usual boring stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe its the rainy season,maybe it was meant to be or just plain coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its dawn,dark and gloomy.the day rained and somethink stinked.lazy unwashed gym socks maybe? maybe not.its foul,its sad and it could take your breath away.bwahaha its not a commercial for stink-away for god's sake.okay its that time again.where something bad just happens like a slew of unwanted cuts.nyahaha yesterday i got news that my primary sch fren died.possibly due to his huge tumour at his face.i din get to noe much,cuz my reporter courtesy of CNN din get  good coverage perhaps.bwhaah anyway im not thaaat sad lah.he's just a friend and since secondary skewl plak aku tak dok ngan dier.okeh?abis citer.haha.moving on! today after penat gi kenuri which i spent like 15 mins there only! to the dissapointment of dad driving there like 1 hour! he got news that his friend died and guess what..another hour's trip to perlis for that! lalala!~OMF macham macham jadik siaaa..abehtu im stuck lah kat umah with my high-cholesterol-testosterone uncle eating  nasi kandar which was tak sedap for some reason!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iebsdvbsduhvbsdujfkbvujhkbvduf&lt;/span&gt;(keyboard anger) okeh dah.breathe in..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUUHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay! i actually made peace with a freak! okayh aku tahu im a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt; too but nehvahminnndd.keh aku bilang sama itu mat kuda k.aku cakap "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we cud be good frenz u noe&lt;/span&gt;" den he said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh?why?explain&lt;/span&gt;"..den i said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we strip ourselves of of our colour,race,religion and only left with our pride,we'd be equal beings&lt;/span&gt;" ..haha bunyi cam pandai.uhh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;! abehtu kitorg bobal then tah sampai mane masuk tropical la..swimming pool la.biaser ahk aku merapu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.THE END.HAPPY EVER AFTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;for a while it felt like king leonadas,leading the spartans&lt;/span&gt;.bwahha okeh aku super-hype ah tgk citer 300 aritu.. ya ya im lame.not lame.old school.bwhaah besides the sex scenes..the whole bloody fighting scene was bananas...especially when they did the mountain of people..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cekaaappp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dush.ameekkauu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s males,do slap some aftershave wil yah?it'll do wonders.long live men! aummm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4746137988050247541?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4746137988050247541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4746137988050247541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4746137988050247541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4746137988050247541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/usual-boring-stuff.html' title='usual boring stuff'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5822121796557856379</id><published>2007-08-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:46:51.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>blah ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;god made no mistakes when he sheltered me with your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday's event was bananas! firstly im gonna thank all the guys who helped out.yeah words cant express my gratitude towards ya'll.im so thankful that all of it was a success and everything turned out great.if people like this exist everywhere where each and everyone put a little effort and a touch of passion in every work they do,we'd be a stronger organization&amp;be more productive.im glad that its holidays btw.getta rest my head a bit.iv been headstrong for the past week thnking im alienating my mates and older people.walawei.alip said i look tired and lost weight sia.waoah.yeah i guess stress do get it into people.yesterday pulak i hurt my knucles;kinda while i boxed.hit a tree and then stopped and did 200 in front of a mirror.crazy.haha.kecoh ahk merah merah abes tangan ku.HAHAHAH.so yeah i got back&lt;br /&gt;from hongkong..im just inserting pitchas..im lazy so dont push me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my family at the harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyWNy0dZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aBMohxJxyEw/s1600-h/DSC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyWNy0dZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aBMohxJxyEw/s320/DSC00096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101718941377787282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the cultural show in shenzhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyWty0daI/AAAAAAAAANA/pwKP1pQyN-I/s1600-h/19082007%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyWty0daI/AAAAAAAAANA/pwKP1pQyN-I/s320/19082007%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101718949967721890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same same haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyW9y0dbI/AAAAAAAAANI/R4lhT703b-Y/s1600-h/19082007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyW9y0dbI/AAAAAAAAANI/R4lhT703b-Y/s320/19082007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101718954262689202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyW9y0dcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/58PKGLUjBrc/s1600-h/18082007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyW9y0dcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/58PKGLUjBrc/s320/18082007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101718954262689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syok sindiri+brader KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyXNy0ddI/AAAAAAAAANY/kQfVijgxoCI/s1600-h/18082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyXNy0ddI/AAAAAAAAANY/kQfVijgxoCI/s320/18082007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101718958557656530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see got a sculpture tengah2 building(in shenzen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu19y0dPI/AAAAAAAAALo/INeHyTWvsQ0/s1600-h/19082007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu19y0dPI/AAAAAAAAALo/INeHyTWvsQ0/s320/19082007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101715088792122610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu2ty0dQI/AAAAAAAAALw/bxcSPq01vfQ/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu2ty0dQI/AAAAAAAAALw/bxcSPq01vfQ/s320/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101715101677024514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at cultural centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu3Ny0dRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MPjW0iJ_q6I/s1600-h/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu3Ny0dRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MPjW0iJ_q6I/s320/DSC00105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101715110266959122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the peak in hong kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu39y0dSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/d_raHmzhyCU/s1600-h/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu39y0dSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/d_raHmzhyCU/s320/DSC00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101715123151861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few cool buildings in shenzen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu4dy0dTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iGYRyHLzrVw/s1600-h/19082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszu4dy0dTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iGYRyHLzrVw/s320/19082007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101715131741795634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah apparently BM is in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztRty0dKI/AAAAAAAAALA/a-cnbntOmZA/s1600-h/18082007%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztRty0dKI/AAAAAAAAALA/a-cnbntOmZA/s320/18082007%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713366510236834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kool diamond centre in hongkong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztR9y0dLI/AAAAAAAAALI/amnJv8erfNc/s1600-h/18082007%28020%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztR9y0dLI/AAAAAAAAALI/amnJv8erfNc/s320/18082007%28020%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713370805204146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see tat building got a hole in it! ahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztSdy0dMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y-5-iWbsJmo/s1600-h/18082007%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztSdy0dMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y-5-iWbsJmo/s320/18082007%28022%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713379395138754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztSty0dNI/AAAAAAAAALY/1kGOg59ATNk/s1600-h/18082007%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztSty0dNI/AAAAAAAAALY/1kGOg59ATNk/s320/18082007%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713383690106066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztTNy0dOI/AAAAAAAAALg/29iAeevEGB4/s1600-h/18082007%28028%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RsztTNy0dOI/AAAAAAAAALg/29iAeevEGB4/s320/18082007%28028%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101713392280040674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plane at the uncool airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mellow bro at airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszrgNy0dGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZNBk_LOfUdU/s1600-h/17082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszrgNy0dGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZNBk_LOfUdU/s320/17082007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101711416595084386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszrgdy0dHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEfLmPzcdz0/s1600-h/17082007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszrgdy0dHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEfLmPzcdz0/s320/17082007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101711420890051698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongkong buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszrhNy0dII/AAAAAAAAAKw/SF9TMm_Rj5U/s1600-h/18082007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszrhNy0dII/AAAAAAAAAKw/SF9TMm_Rj5U/s320/18082007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101711433774953602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampan ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszrhdy0dJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/V2Qt3DdYouM/s1600-h/18082007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rszrhdy0dJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/V2Qt3DdYouM/s320/18082007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101711438069920914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dah gue dah leteyh.tdaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5822121796557856379?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5822121796557856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5822121796557856379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5822121796557856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5822121796557856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-ness.html' title='blah ness'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RszyWNy0dZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aBMohxJxyEw/s72-c/DSC00096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5302171169440189657</id><published>2007-08-16T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:37:12.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>patriotism(mei ling punya favourite..bwaahah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patriotism&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Many people interpret the meaning of patriotism in many different ways. to me, patriotism means the willingness to stand up for your country and support the continuous development of the nation in its effort to bring peace, prosperity and harmony&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;There is one person that i could consider a personal hero.I really look up to his strength and perseverance. That person is Tun Dr.Mahathir or more famously known as Dr.M,is the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Prime Minister of Malaysia.As the leader of our beloved country,he had brought various contributions which has open &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to the world’s eyes.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;Dr.M was born in Alor Star and studied in Kolej Sultan Abdul Hamid before graduating as a doctor from &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Raffles&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He the opened Maha Clinic in downtown Alor Star and became actively involved in politics when he joined UMNO.Soon,his hard work and perseverance landed him a job as a minister in the cabinet and later becoming the prime minister of Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;As the prime minister, he had brought numerous changes that molded the country, becoming a symbol of greatness. He has a vision, to see &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; flourish and developed. Therefore, he constructed a plan, a strategy called vision 2020 compromising development in all areas and sectors ranging from increasing human capital as well as structural growth.Dr.M revamped and improved the educational system, resulting in production of world-class professionals effectively in a short period of time.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;The country also gain economic growth mainly from the structural developments that Dr.M has made. The construction of mammoth structures like the Kuala Lumpur City Centre(KLCC), Kuala Lumpur International Airport(KLIA) and the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Penang&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has directly or indirectly channel or generate income for the country. Dr.M also made diplomatic ties with other growing or developed countries. This ensures steady growth for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as well as peace.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;Dr.M made &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; a better place to live in. He ensures the safety of Malaysians by enforcing strict laws against law breakers as well as improving the quality of the police force in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Dr.M also tried to improve the quality of lives of the poor and wipe out the homeless&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Although Dr.M work tirelessly to develop &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but he is still criticized by others. Some people accused him for ruling as a dictator and practiced Chronis me.Nevertheless ,nothing could break his spirit thus he continued to make decisions based on his principals and democracy rights. His strength endure oppositions from all directions makes him one of the most successful and well known leader in this time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;On June 2004, he was awarded the coveted title ‘Tun’ and was noted as the longest serving prime minister in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;. All in all, Dr.Mahathir has brought about a large impact to all Malaysians. I personally salute to Dr.Mahathir and hope that there will be many Malaysians who will follow in his footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5302171169440189657?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5302171169440189657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5302171169440189657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5302171169440189657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5302171169440189657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/patriotismmei-ling-punya.html' title='patriotism(mei ling punya favourite..bwaahah)'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2189569532657057497</id><published>2007-08-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:48:05.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>blA BLA BLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe we're the only ones who have the power of making  change,maybe thats why we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its been a while since i blogged.been busy with school pretty much of the time and studies.in school i was elected president for both taekwando as well science and maths club.but one of the biggest rep i got was the temporary head prefect.temporary as in it has been that way and hopefully by next year i became for real real! ahahah well i look at it as not a privilege having this sort of position but having a real depth of mind of what one needs to do and giveb back..besides its them whose chose me in the first place.i said to my fellow mates,who thanked and congratulate me that day,thanks and i'll commit to this.its a big responsibility that i have to carry..as in leading the school's mini-infantry..ahah! and i said work with me not let me dictate.say what eu guys feel..your opinions..as im the one having power to change a few things around here,so lets make a change for the best of us,for our pride and pride of our school.and yeah failure is not an option.if i do fail,i shud a)kick my ass, b) work out my mistakes,c) resign..ohh yeah id probabli pick the c option biler dah takder hope..ahahaha i just wanna thank a lot of people rite now..sarah..naz..yin..tamim..nic..blur..wad..and d rest of d guys whose really really been helpful..i mean really..remember we as prefects work as a team..and there is no i in team..only we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back when i had d first day of the job.my god it was busy giler..plus handling stuff i got kuiz perdana which was abt prime minister and stuff..oh yeah we won 3rd place.lol.so yeah let off the ease i went cycling at 6 till sunset with zam.we went like till the taman there and back.on the way to and fro we talk abt stuff.usual.ladies,school,and the usual stuff.hit a few powerbars and rod off during sunset..ahh calming sey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at the end of the day..its&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;that brings me down back to earth.ahaha happy siak =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2189569532657057497?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2189569532657057497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2189569532657057497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2189569532657057497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2189569532657057497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/bla-bla-bla.html' title='blA BLA BLA'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6412068849047337395</id><published>2007-07-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:59:27.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david copperblaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sometimes i feel god is testing me.&lt;br /&gt;why? well the past week lotsa stuff happen.from ups and downs of nearly losing someone i love to getting pissed at school.its not as if im saying god is not fair or anything but hey he's preetty good at testing me..HAHA.toughen up i say to myself.i envision this just so other people look up to me and say hey i gotta b a man like him! ahahah poser seh aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently my parents are away for a trip to Beijing and im stuck with my siblings.what do we do all day? TLDM. tidur-lepak-dan-makan. oh yeah here's a pic of my bro..levitatinggg wwooahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;megat copperblaine..woahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RqlC2_7nBjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xqJ8WIOlhPg/s1600-h/26072007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RqlC2_7nBjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xqJ8WIOlhPg/s320/26072007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091674366360880690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G H O S T L Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RqlCuP7nBiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YhrLUSqg6oo/s1600-h/22072007%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RqlCuP7nBiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YhrLUSqg6oo/s320/22072007%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091674216037025314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;penang breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk7wP7nBhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/G7_eLPrPHSk/s1600-h/01072007%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk7wP7nBhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/G7_eLPrPHSk/s320/01072007%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091666553815369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;so this week we had a debate in class in bahasa.john didnt came cuz he got shit to settle.oh well.oh yeah he's flown to australia.boi im gonna miss his black ass..still remembered the times way back in primary skewl where we used to quarrel and like beat up each other.thank god we've reached puberty now and our minds are a bit stable.AHAHA. hope he doesnt forget us here,me,nic,yin, tamim and all the rest  of the guys,yeah.okay back to the debate.so it was 3-on-3 rite.me,ghani and nabil was on the opposition and like tamim,mat kuda and yin was on government side rite.then we all debated laa..in BAHASA..might i remind yaw bahasa-i-suck!!.so nehmind kool lah beb.the tajuk was pemelajaran sains dan matematik dalam bahasa inggeris mendatangkan kebaikan/faedah.ok bahas.abehtu maser bahas aku taktaula nab ngan ghani bobal pe yg i noe yin and mat kuda was like bobal crap yet sounding like macam best.diorg siap cakap org jepun guner english bnyk dalam harian diorg..siap bawak printed paper from the internet kate newspaper diorg written in english and not in japanese.abehtu lepas tamim abis mepek aku bangun ah. ehem ehem..*bwat stail* *tapi taktau apa* stat ah mepek kan..aku cakap kenape kite nak gune english sbgai bhasa antarabangsa(diorg cakap kononnya BI bahasa pemodenan alaf global pe tah) sedangkan BI sudah lama bertapak di msia sejak penjajahan tapi takda pun kita maju..kita patut bagik ruang kat BM supaya boleh tumbuh..like if given a chance BM cud grow and we cud b like japan..sumthn like dat..den yin was like mencelah2 like "izin laluan yg berhormat" i decline2..den afta bnyk kali he pissed den bangun den cakap terus like " biar saya cakap! bla2 pihak pembangkang adalah penipu! bla2" takdan papa kelas bingit gila i pun said "adakah pihak pencadang pekak??" sumthn liddat  haha den i said siapa yg menipu siapa? tahukah anda wahai sidang dewan,90% rakyat jepun xtahu berbahasa inggeris..dan bancian ini dijalankan oleh kerajaannya seniri pada taun lepas..woohoo!! walhal aku bohong sial..made that up in like 5 secs in my mind! ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;yg best after debate,cikgu cakap ah bagus2 i got facts la ape la..lol i bullshit everything man!! ahahah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;okeh dah pecah perut.check out some pics i took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;superman at his best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_P7nBbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vlAFVdxrPr8/s1600-h/14072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_P7nBbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vlAFVdxrPr8/s320/14072007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091660214443640242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want this in my room rite now..ahh stimnye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_f7nBcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0zd9BO26hUY/s1600-h/19072007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_f7nBcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0zd9BO26hUY/s320/19072007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091660218738607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_v7nBdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JQkLwhZ-dB4/s1600-h/19072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk1_v7nBdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JQkLwhZ-dB4/s320/19072007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091660223033574866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk2AP7nBeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xMnv5x1urGg/s1600-h/21072007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rqk2AP7nBeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xMnv5x1urGg/s320/21072007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091660231623509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;till the next post.see yaw around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6412068849047337395?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6412068849047337395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6412068849047337395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6412068849047337395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6412068849047337395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-feel-god-is-testing-me.html' title='david copperblaine'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RqlC2_7nBjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xqJ8WIOlhPg/s72-c/26072007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4986677368108246057</id><published>2007-07-09T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:12:35.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>i just love you..okay?</title><content type='html'>okay so its monday and for my closest peeps,u noe why today is a great day for me..haha..oh yeah i finished 2 poems i wrote that hasn't been completed for a while.. finishing it was harder than starting it anyway..well just wanted to say untitled(ii) is a bit melodramatic but the love poem is more contemporary i guess..well hope u enjoy embracing it..haha embracing..cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i love you,truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not doubt the fact that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Though our time shared is getting thin.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I am always thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;Always loving everything about you,within.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I promise to do the best that I can do&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you will understand&lt;br /&gt;That my everything belongs to you:&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my thoughts, my heart, my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My love for you goes down and down&lt;br /&gt;Beneath both life and death,&lt;br /&gt;So deep it must remain when I&lt;br /&gt;Have drawn my last faint breath.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; ****&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;untitled(ii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the aspirations that we strive&lt;br /&gt;lingers in the corners of us&lt;br /&gt;the sensitivity of us,deprived&lt;br /&gt;blunting our dubious lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long lasting insatiable thirst&lt;br /&gt;drowning me bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;dissatisfaction glooming inside&lt;br /&gt;wanting,waiting to burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden felt of lost words&lt;br /&gt;stumbles upon its tongue&lt;br /&gt;gnawing doubts spreads inside&lt;br /&gt;all the thoughts,clutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the window mechanically opens&lt;br /&gt;shedding light into the room&lt;br /&gt;enlightning the path&lt;br /&gt;while darkness weakens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frail frame of principle that we uphold&lt;br /&gt;shaken by windy wind&lt;br /&gt;abrupt change of mind that's untold&lt;br /&gt;deepens into deadly sin&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/6028257727476503899-4986677368108246057?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4986677368108246057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4986677368108246057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4986677368108246057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4986677368108246057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-love-youokay.html' title='i just love you..okay?'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2882211540208853260</id><published>2007-06-26T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:19:15.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happier days'/><title type='text'>save the last goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"you never really miss someone till they're dead or they're gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post..well 1/4 of it is dedicated to my good friend john who's leavin fer melbourne in d next few days.well if you're reading this,just want to say all the best there..play hard..not the 'sword' ehem ehem..ahaha..study hard..yeah rite..hahaah..don't forget us here in alor star..remember once ur an aussie..u can't call yourself a malaysian anymore..once u come to malaysia..were callin u a tourist..wahahah joking man..we here definitely gonna miss ur ass dumb loads..and if you find howt chicks there..well u noe what to do..bwhahaha joking again..oh yeah watch out for the gay boys..wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jonathan..rest in peace..hahahaha joking again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoD1QEzEAMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4jghI8gRtg/s1600-h/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoD1QEzEAMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4jghI8gRtg/s320/john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080330036188545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john's handsome face..ok iv seen better lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it realli really hard now to even trust people.shit.good frenz fuck behind my back.yeah im repeating myself a million times.I KNOW.TELL ME ABOUT IT.for the fact,i hate backstabbers.kinda.they talk smack behind u and act all cute in front.ahaha.it happened to me AGAIN but wallahel im sticking to my instincts and principles for god's sake and recently happened to yin.yeah.we talked about it.and for the record,i told him including several million others..ok im exaggerating, that there's a million of other friends out there that deserve one's loyalty and honesty.its what my dad told me.not that friends are not important.no.but good friends as well friends are easy to attain.best friends are harder and more valuable..like gold.and another thing i really get pissed off when they act like dunno gitu.wallahel! even yin told a lot of people that don't bring up names if u wanna buruk burukkan others..its gonna spread like wildfire..yeah.and today a certain..well 2 guys..did that way..act.damn they can masok drama sey.ahaha.but hey i kept my cool.that's whats important rite.i don't wanna bring up names by the way.oh yeah back to it,i kept my cool and not get like ass mode or something.i just act back like the Shakespeare i am ahah! and pretended back.i just wanna make them realise not be scared that's all.gosh i guess there's a lil bit of hypocrisy in each of us huh.i call it hypocrisy with a touch of integrity..bwhaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i enjoyed penang on monday,seeing sarah cant go,her parents wasnt around  i figured mite as well i enjoyed the whole trip.we went for dinner.first we went to chillis but goddam ful siak.so headed the loft instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad khusyuk makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzF0zEAHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6CS3dhrFR4U/s1600-h/25062007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzF0zEAHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6CS3dhrFR4U/s320/25062007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327661071630450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dua beradik poser (0_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzGUzEAII/AAAAAAAAAIU/SklREw8RdDw/s1600-h/25062007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzGUzEAII/AAAAAAAAAIU/SklREw8RdDw/s320/25062007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327669661565058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumbo manggo..mm...guey manggoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDx-UzEAGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nbwdnBOzNBE/s1600-h/25062007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDx-UzEAGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nbwdnBOzNBE/s320/25062007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080326432710983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a few days back..wahaha rewind! i went for speech day,receiving to awards.one is for the straight A's i got for last yer's big exam which i got fifty bux and a certificate.i got another one called the sallleh khir award which was for excellence in trials as well as the big exam a.k.a PMR especially in maths,science and english.i got 500 bux and a certificate.both given by the sultanah of kedah.oh yeah d day before i got hadiah kepimpinan fer being president of pertubuhan taekwando bersatu kedah..i got certificate only sey.but waddaheck its the thought that counts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that nite i went dinner.ok boring kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my best buddy..ahaks. my dad ahks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzGkzEAJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/unWCNTh1t3o/s1600-h/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzGkzEAJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/unWCNTh1t3o/s320/DSC00057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327673956532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again..but purple! wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzHUzEALI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RiXP-sK9L1k/s1600-h/24062007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzHUzEALI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RiXP-sK9L1k/s320/24062007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327686841434290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's a pic of me and naz candid..wahaha aku nampak cam superman sey.perasann!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzHEzEAKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cDcmOkv3Vno/s1600-h/160620071105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoDzHEzEAKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cDcmOkv3Vno/s320/160620071105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080327682546466978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least..a fragment of a poem,dedicated to my prettyhead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I promise to do the best that I can do&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you will understand&lt;br /&gt;That my everything belongs to you:&lt;br /&gt;My soul, my thoughts, my heart, my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2882211540208853260?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2882211540208853260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2882211540208853260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2882211540208853260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2882211540208853260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/save-last-goodbye.html' title='save the last goodbye'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RoD1QEzEAMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4jghI8gRtg/s72-c/john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6339530436630344024</id><published>2007-06-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:27:06.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>lovers and liars</title><content type='html'>in short,this week has been bombastic! cant get much work done but hey at least i still am livin rite? ahahah enuff about dat.below; a poem i wrote basically about freaking dishonest ppl!!! damn liars!! argaagh blasah kao!! in relationships especially ahahah.kener honest gitu tao..baru leh workk..well..took me a few days to finish writing it and here it goes.hope ya'll enjoy it as much as i did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers and liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I find it hard to believe what you muttered about&lt;br /&gt;Truth overlayed by thinly laced lies&lt;br /&gt;The face of treason and deceit seen in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Like a wolf in sheep's disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard when you aren't use to me&lt;br /&gt;At times the pretense makes me depressed&lt;br /&gt;While you distrusting my honesty&lt;br /&gt;Again the fear becoming a threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to go on with this&lt;br /&gt;Remarks by the public tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;My love,my heart,my pride smashed to bits&lt;br /&gt;Your sympathy,tearing a bitter cut &lt;span 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href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovers-and-liars.html' title='lovers and liars'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6074582287283555064</id><published>2007-06-18T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:34:03.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 10 surveyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 10 survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;What are the 10 things u hate most?&lt;br /&gt;1.liars..&lt;br /&gt;2.hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;3.backstabbers!&lt;br /&gt;4.actsmart lads..haha!&lt;br /&gt;5.when naz does his weird inside out burping bulshit&lt;br /&gt;6.people with BO&lt;br /&gt;7.mulut orang yang bau macam longkang&lt;br /&gt;8.minah rempit&lt;br /&gt;9.rain..dont get me started why..its just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;10.cirit birit or indigestion..whichever..ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what 10 things u love most?&lt;br /&gt;1.mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;2.her (:&lt;br /&gt;3.god&lt;br /&gt;4.my kecoh frenz at skewl&lt;br /&gt;5.ipod&lt;br /&gt;6.laptop&lt;br /&gt;7.exam grades bwahahah&lt;br /&gt;8.food!&lt;br /&gt;9.mother nature..woah!&lt;br /&gt;10.ok my messy bed..hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 things do do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1.join a triathlon&lt;br /&gt;2.bike up mount genting&lt;br /&gt;3.travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;4.pegi buat haji..uhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;5.ride in a superfast car super dangerously ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;6.carik harte karun.aahaha&lt;br /&gt;7.do keje amal ngan hati yang baek seperti tolong warga emas..woah!&lt;br /&gt;8.cook bitchingly good food&lt;br /&gt;9.learn french&lt;br /&gt;10.score 100 in a maths..wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 things people should noe about you&lt;br /&gt;1.im a guy duhh&lt;br /&gt;2.im a real picky guy at times&lt;br /&gt;3.im not a typical malay..woah bunyi cam beza teruk tuh!&lt;br /&gt;4.im not a chinese so stop speaking da language with me sey!&lt;br /&gt;5.im a fitness freak!&lt;br /&gt;6.im a shopaholic,workaholic and not an alcoholic! aha aha!&lt;br /&gt;7.im a power crazy nut! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;8.im 16 now ;1321991...not 20..lol&lt;br /&gt;9.if u cant stand me just let it out and dont pretend ahaks&lt;br /&gt;10.i live in kedah not KL..so dont judge me by my slang sometimes .lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 things people don't noe about u&lt;br /&gt;1.i write poetry..seriously&lt;br /&gt;2.i listen to hip hop music..seriously&lt;br /&gt;3.my hair is a bit curly..urghh&lt;br /&gt;4.i wanted to be an economist a time ago..then dun wan..then wanna be part time model.hahaha!!.but dunno..seriously..&lt;br /&gt;5.i use to be HUGE..err fat..ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;6.i use to bite my nails..nasebbek tangan aku maseh ade..ahahah&lt;br /&gt;7.i DONT THINK CHEESE IS FATTENING!&lt;br /&gt;8.oh yeah i trim my nosehair!&lt;br /&gt;9.i was not born in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;10.i crap a lot..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Top 10 frenz&lt;br /&gt;1.sarah (:&lt;br /&gt;2.naz-best buddy&lt;br /&gt;3.yin-best non muslim buddy (eh count ah?)&lt;br /&gt;4.fakhrol razy- bro&lt;br /&gt;5.zafri-kawan sgt baek&lt;br /&gt;6.syahmi budak gendut-allahualam..&lt;br /&gt;7.ku8 burger-brader emo&lt;br /&gt;8.wan khalis blur-mm..blur..&lt;br /&gt;9.nabil poyoz-..prap tak jadi apa dah..eh tak!&lt;br /&gt;10.dee! ahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 random stuff&lt;br /&gt;1.i need a bench!&lt;br /&gt;2.wah lao..&lt;br /&gt;3.buat kering kontang ajer&lt;br /&gt;4.buat dunno&lt;br /&gt;5.rillleeeekkkk&lt;br /&gt;6.papa suka makan beard papa cream puff&lt;br /&gt;7.getting new tv! lol&lt;br /&gt;8.sumer invited datang maen game !Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;9.hafiz pun blur ..10x dari khalis..no offence!&lt;br /&gt;10.i missed prison break tonite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6074582287283555064?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6074582287283555064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6074582287283555064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6074582287283555064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6074582287283555064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-surveyy.html' title='the 10 surveyy'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-159671730243160365</id><published>2007-06-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:13:44.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>=]~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKpSEzEACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mk_3-7famCk/s1600-h/08062007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKpSEzEACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mk_3-7famCk/s320/08062007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076305857990623266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;" &gt;blur blur at airport&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pretty much time goes fast giler sekarang! ahaha.i ate bowls of muesli and got diarrheas for the past week.woots~! haahaha no laughing matter anyway.ahaks.then i didnt have time to study because of the pesky add maths folio that i gotta do.yeah.ADD MATHS.hahaha.saper bangang design dat assignment pun tahla.haha.got my exam results.gawd i suck at bahasa,scoring just a mere B.macam Bodoh ajer.ahaha.damn hard sey that paper.lol.but alhamdulillah the rest i scored a's..a1's and a2's la..mostly a1..which is a good thing! ahaha.and oh yeah pak ghaniii saooood!! nak datang balik kolej? huh? biar betul! ragging banyak sangat dekat kelantan..kwang3.ouh yeah,while rushing to study consistently,i grew from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKrBEzEAEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5JJrESqK1gg/s1600-h/14062007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKrBEzEAEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5JJrESqK1gg/s320/14062007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076307764956102722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macam paham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKrw0zEAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6mex13IJ4us/s1600-h/14062007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKrw0zEAFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6mex13IJ4us/s320/14062007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076308585294856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macam paham tapi tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ouh well.like they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all's well that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;crapla i love her too much tao =]~ * bluek yg tak paham padan muker..ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-159671730243160365?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/159671730243160365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=159671730243160365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/159671730243160365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/159671730243160365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='=]~'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RnKpSEzEACI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mk_3-7famCk/s72-c/08062007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-4994515053197067722</id><published>2007-06-07T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:22:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to love you somehow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im going to love you somehow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to love anyone,and yet&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;The fear;I am, a wall which I transcend through.&lt;br /&gt;It is there, and yet it doesn't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;I need it still, and yet I still need you.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I see us together in a field&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the trappings of the sun and the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'll jump with all the freedom and pure joy,&lt;br /&gt;Needing you without a reason why.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now that we’re together i’m afraid that i might lose you&lt;br /&gt;Doubting ,you might run away and dismiss my desperate need.&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh ,smile and be completely.&lt;br /&gt;You are the flower, I the slender reed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4994515053197067722?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4994515053197067722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4994515053197067722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4994515053197067722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4994515053197067722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-going-to-love-you-somehow.html' title='im going to love you somehow'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-8315917499617849847</id><published>2007-06-06T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:36:13.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story about jack(final)-double ending</title><content type='html'>susan didn't listen at first.but jack explained everything in detail as usual.susan was in doubt at first.but jack said that if everything they had before meant a single thing,she'd believe jack.jack said its too dumb if he'd dump it all since he had wOrked so hard to get her at this point.jack said again that all of that is just people's perception towards him and its not true.jack contacted on a two way call wit aaron and joe.make that three way.and they acknowledge that jack is tellin the truth.susan believed jack and loved jack for that.jack jumped for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next few years jack had forgotten about kelly.she went her way and jack with his.later in his life jack married susan to the delight of his family at a beach during sunset and had a garden reception just like she wanted.jack lived a happy life and died at the young age of 55 due to prostate cancer.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;susan didn't believe jack's words.susan have said before its hard for her to love jack if jack flirted with another gal because she'll feel just like an extra thing for jack.susan began crying and jack stood in silence.maybe he had made a mistake.jack wanted susan but he had tripped and made a mistake along the way he guessed.jack apologized to susan and began shutting up.he dismissed kelly's calls and other sort of communication wanting her to go away.cliche of guys to do that.jack  faced frustration and stress that LEFT his studies shaken a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next year,turning 17,jack had forgotten all of the things that happened.of course summer's around the corner,there's gonna be a lot of chicks around but jack  disciplined himself not to get tangled up at the moment.jack passed his exams well and got through life well.he started a pharmaceutical company with his dad's Australian friend;Mr.Tacco.he made his first million when he was 21 and married a supermodel later that year.although he still remember about his past relationship..but hey at least he got lucky with a supermodel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-8315917499617849847?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8315917499617849847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=8315917499617849847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8315917499617849847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8315917499617849847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-about-jackfinal-double-ending.html' title='a story about jack(final)-double ending'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1966292218534821363</id><published>2007-06-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:40:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story about jack(pt 2)</title><content type='html'>one day jack went out with his buddies.still having the 2 way problem,jack needed space to think.jack went out to the movies with kelly and a bunch of guys.he didn't want to make it look like a date by the way so thats why he went with a few guys.yet something wasn't rite.see somehow through body language,jack saw something that kelly hadn't shown before.like kelly was somehow flirting with jack although jack thought he was being dumped the other day.when jack spoke to kelly about sumthng,kelly kept a steady eye contact and kept playing with her hair and kelly was smiling all the time when a conversation was going on with him.it wasn't obvious when kelly spoke to his other mates but surely obvious when she spoke to him! jack wondered "izzit the cologne im wearing?..or is she just happy about something? ..or im just having a mentalcase delusion! ".anyway jack kept his cool and went through finish the day off as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day,at school,a bunch of his mates asked him about kelly.whether he was attached to kelly and what happened between him and susan.as a guy who kept most of his private life to himself,he just denied everything and act as if he doesn't know anything.but one thing's for sure,jack had to make his mind up.frustrated jack called his brother on the way back from school.he tried to "cover up" the story and told his brother as if the problem wasn't his.after much conversation's with his brother,he thanked him and said goodbye.nevertheless,that didn't help! he needed to activate his brain and not rely on others to solve what he's facing.dilemma dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night,kelly called and asked about the homework she got from school.being a total genius in chemistry,jack lend a hand.but it was something about that phone call that jack did not understand.she kept talking to jack but in a very flirt-ish manner.and you noe what? she asked jack out for a drink at a local cafe.jack said okay but she's buying.jack didn't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack's cought when just a drink turned out to be more than "just a drink".kelly wanted jack back so bad that she said she'll do anything for him.as usual jack needed time to think.Think jack think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;somehow susan heard that something's been popping up.she heard rumours about jack and kelly.well that sucked!susan messaged jack and said she noes what's going on.she said what a fool has she been for believing jack.what a fool.she said jack is such a dishonest bastard! ouch jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack tried to explain but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1966292218534821363?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1966292218534821363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1966292218534821363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1966292218534821363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1966292218534821363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-about-jackpt-2.html' title='a story about jack(pt 2)'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5068643286906328677</id><published>2007-06-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:04:42.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story about jack</title><content type='html'>i wanna tell you a story about jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see..jack is a dude.a plain 16 year old dude.lives somewhere close.eats well..does well in school,listen to music,listen to mom..just any other.but things aint all happy happy in the world of jack.see he wanted more.more to satisfy.he's not a vulture in any way dont get me wrong.he just needed company thats all.he got friends as well as family.gud bunch of frens at school as well a good mix outside.but he seems to never  trust people.people kept doing stupid things that annoy the hell out of jack.but anyways jack is a cool dude.supercool i mean.he still keeps everything to himself and tells little to others and not gets angry easily.but the problem now is..jack has played the game of love.you see..jack is a smart student.a smart dude.smarter than the average dude.so anything that he plays is well enough higher or better then anybody else.see before..he played so hard in this game that he scored 3 home runs in a single shot.ain't that sumthing?well he had major headache after that and started to consolidate himself.he wanted to free himself from clutches of problems.he seeks help from his best friends joe and aaron.they help him a bit but he managed to solve it.but...1 of those 3 homeruns is not yet settled.what i mean is that she turned out to be more than someone he just played.love is just a game ain't it?well susan;the 1 out of three turned out to be his best friend when he befriended her for a longer period.as time grew so their relationship grew.sounds boring?.ooo noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see..he liked her..he did,he sent her messages he called her and talked till the wee hours of the night.but he never really confessed what he felt to her thinking rejection is on the bitter end.anyway recently,jack met a girl.a new friend.her name was kelly.so he chatted a bit and eventually leading to a date.nice work ay jack! not perhaps.well he went on the date thinking he's gonna score big later by asking the girl to be his but not thinking about susan;the girl he already has liked.so he did.and she said yes.cliche.and the worst part is..jack got dumped! so he think he did..a few days later! she said she wanted to be as friends first...then leading to a couple thing.maybe she wanted the relationship to last or..she just wanted to dump poor jack.bad days for jack huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back from the date;the date is  done when he went for holidays by the way,a few days later,he spoke to joe.feeling a bit wimpy from being dumped,he needed someone to hold on to except himself.he expressed his fucked up feelings and got through it well.good ol' joe.great lad.on the next day,jack contacted susan.they talked and somehow he managed to told susan the dreaded four words.i love you of course.then surprisingly susan felt the same way!bout a full blown relationship?  she wanted to think about it first as she doesn't want the relationship to bother her studies.jack agreed with whatever her decision is and waitied.still..happi days for jack!jack couldn't believe what he heard and said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack couldn't sleep well that nite.thinking about susan.but in the corner of his mind stood kelly.see susan said if she noes that jack is flirting now wit another girl then she'll never fall for jack ever! you noe that susan needs her studies first and that will delay the relationship of jack with her.well jack didn't want to think about it that much so he slept the nite off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days has passed.jack was miserable.he waited for kelly's call referring that she needed help on her folio  and jack is a good enough bloke to offer help although she dumped her..so he thinks..she said she'll give jack a call in probably 3 days time..but no call!.jack also waited for susan.he called twice and messaged but no replies.he wondered aimlessly for an answer.he was thinking why does kelly acting like a bitch although it's she that wanted jack to be friends with her so much.he wondered.and for susan.he understands that maybe susan needs time but not answering calls or messages? what the hell jack screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,in the process jack waited patiently and maybe he needs to make up his mind.maybe he himself was to blame.he was fighting himself.he was the product of his bad decisions.well every good story has a good ending rite? and every good story has this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story is just a fairy tale and has nothing to do with my happi when lucky life! ahax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5068643286906328677?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5068643286906328677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6548035987549647406</id><published>2007-06-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:15:27.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decipher this shit in 5 words or less'/><title type='text'>peace!</title><content type='html'>well good news the probs has been resolved and im just waiting for the results.the whole experiment turned out to be..well i dunno.i cant sleep well at nite.then my exercise performance sapped.then my studies..well disturbed a bit la.but hey at least it keeps my mind sane..well..till the experiment ended! ahh cam mental siot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3004460527839278118</id><published>2007-05-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:34:00.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 second laugh'/><title type='text'>my time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rl2VdldJcMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7tRfRWpqia0/s1600-h/30052007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rl2VdldJcMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7tRfRWpqia0/s320/30052007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070373090992156866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visionaries haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in the context of the few days,exam effects hit me back though im not having any exams! what da fuck! sleep tak puas as in waking up in d mornin and cant sleep and hafta make it up during d evening! bwah! and exercisin somehow has lost its touch as rase cam tak puas ah.not the arousing sex puas.no.but the feeling like running till its not running anymore.its crawling.haha.kinda intense nyer playing larh nih.to the max.haha.i like it dat way.it felt so gud in a way its like someone just killed my cat.bwahah! well at least i spend some time to myself.its d next best thing to real sex.i mean the feeling of high lah.haha! its like all the testosterone menggiler biler u push urself to thru its pases.weird phrase.kool meaning.ish.haha! well hope u readers invest in a little "i love me" time in ur day.do sumthn u like to do.stuff that makes you happi.go play football ker.jam the guitar ke.wrestle with ur bro ke.and cut out the explicit stuff kays.no SWORD PLAYS!* ya noe what i mean lah.dunno? do my EST qs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.da brits wanted to encourage snob brits to use the internet to find info abt studies.steve whatshisname; a teacher at whatstheskewl wanted to find a suitable site 4 his students.he typed "data analysis" and clicked searched.tapi can't because the net nanny skewl program tak kasik masuk sebab ader explicit  4 abjad after data.whats dat werd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)data&lt;br /&gt;B)ANAL&lt;br /&gt;C)sis&lt;br /&gt;D)net nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s dunno jugak ur an idiot.bwhaaha&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/6028257727476503899-3004460527839278118?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3004460527839278118/comments/default' title='Post 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style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah bad days do exist.but its how we manage to get through is what matters.back from KL trip.pretty gud i guess.besides hurting my knees while jogging uphill.HAHA!finally get to spend some time with my parents.theyre so busy nowadays.but its no reason to cry oranything.haha.um yeah we went ikea and ball it all.like BALL IT ALL.trunk load full of stuff la sei.also bought stuff for myself.heh pretty gud sei.on the other side btw.my uncle fell off his huge bike and broke 4 bones.OUCH! haha.it was a rainy day he said and while riding his bike he fell maybe because it was raining.but thank god he's safe la.oh yeah his wife hurt her shoulder for some reason.haha i said she angkat weights or sumthing.haha.mom sez she needs to go fisio fer a while and such.yeah nehmind.and another plak my atok lan got admitted in IJN.he fell in the bathroom but lived yet the hospital room was a killer! killer view i mean.haha! klcc view sei.haha.but the old man is getting senile.i shook hands with him and he hardly remembers me alredi.sux yeah? 1 day a person noes ya the next day he/she dont.well i guess Alzheimer is gonna hit us one way or another nanti.haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;onli time will tell.urgh i hate repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on the other light.on monday;as in yesterday i went out with hasomy to klcc.it was fun la i guess.seeing the first time i hang around with a chick in kl and not a relative or sumthing rite,initially planned on sunday but she cant come so arranged it on monday.anyhu,reason is i wanted to give her her bday present on that day.her bday is in a few days btw.haha present=thats wat frenz do.yeah.hang around we did.circling klcc for like 2 times while exchanging thoughts about sch and such.to top ot off we had some low fat gelato which was awesome and we bought a tie for my dad;for fathers day.we picked the pink one bcoz its so hot.yeah but only 99 bux so not dat heart wrenching i guess.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;urgh i hate repeating myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RltyL1dJcLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5MuCY6blANA/s1600-h/28052007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RltyL1dJcLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5MuCY6blANA/s320/28052007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069771353189085362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ok enuff info.the rest,find it yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-8326902062850083693?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8326902062850083693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=8326902062850083693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8326902062850083693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8326902062850083693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/gajahhh.html' title='gajahhh'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RltyL1dJcLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5MuCY6blANA/s72-c/28052007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5124062758978261276</id><published>2007-05-24T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:51:48.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>2 weeks holidae?? biar betul!??!!?...whoa i must b dreaming..wakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5124062758978261276?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5124062758978261276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5124062758978261276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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expect changes.some people change for the good.some not.my good ;almost best friend in school,yin changed a lot since i noe him.i knew him since primary school and when we met again in sec school a lot of stuff changed.before studying was the hype and all i can see him do is study study and yeah study.no play.but ever since we enrolled in sec skewl,things changed.basketball got into him and im proud of it.a balanced lifestyle shall i say.he’s changed for the best i think,able to cope with the struggles of being a 16-year old student as well as being a kid.some dont change at all.another friend,ridzuan didn’t change much.ever since i noe him studies was his first priority and his books is like filled with multi coloured hightlights.gawd.and yeah even after PMR’s he’s still that way.when exams is around the corner he gets into a frenzy and instantaneously becomes a teacher in all fields.haha.fun.some changed for the bad.i think.pa an;another lad changed from a noe it all dude to noeing nothing.and plus he’s getting annoying as well.i don’t noe about other people but hey he’s kinda getting on the flip side.haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh well i guess as time pass by changes should be expected and confronted the best way possible rite. schedules gettin tighter and times gettin hard.more stuff to juggle around and more things need to be paid attention to.yeah.but as for me;coming back to the changes,i think i changed a lot as well.from my goal of getting in shape i made last 3 years was definitely the best change i made.it changed my whole perspective towards life in a way and it helped relieve my mom too.she’s so worried about my well being and now i can give her a peace of mind.it became clear to me that getting in shape was not just for me but for the sake of others.it made me realize my self worth and relieve others’ doubts that i would suffer from diseases at a young age.drastic huh.but well im glad to say iv made the right move as my family has a long list of illnesses including high blood pressure which i don’t ever wanna have.nor the far far AMD.haha.i wanna make others happi but myself happi in the long run.as for emotional changes? yeah i think i changed from that too.i think i care more about others now than ever.yeah.hard to say huh.as for the future,well lets hope that its all good.hees optimistic sia.and hey whats life if you don’t enjoy it rite?life should be enjoyed.at least the kind of fulfillment when you go to sleep at night and knowing you’ve done good..spent your time well and have no regrets about it.dats an achievement rite there.for me i think if im devoted to just somthing like studtying alone i guess it wouldnt be fair at all wouldnt it?fair to myself nor others.but the main message is..BE HAPPI!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;adios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-8648258140406336300?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8648258140406336300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=8648258140406336300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8648258140406336300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/8648258140406336300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7981175688371398586</id><published>2007-05-11T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:17:56.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><title type='text'>saturday the 12th 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;the past week hav been quite a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;things just flew by without me noticing the tick of the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;the next thing u noe im back doin scribbles and drawing stick figures wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;well having mid term now.well its kinda a routine shall i say since were having papers all the time rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;but hey mid term break is just arnd the corner so yeah&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to read all the unread mags i bought and staring in blank seaching for ideas to scribble poetry haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;goin to KL to unwind and such,..wanna get a new belt though.my old one somehow patah.weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;oh yeah skewl shoes.mine rattled for some reason but last week when i went to primavera my shoes was fine pulak that day..macam haram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;so the list goes on on what im going to spend in the next few days..like present for mums day,present for teachers day though i dun giler support that ah,den my peeps bday gifts,and miscellaneous items like candy bwhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;but this week kool though..i made a new friend and cant wait to like hang out and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;ah i need orange juice ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;signing off &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-mentalcase-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-7981175688371398586?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7981175688371398586/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1939048591803955473</id><published>2007-05-05T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:50:33.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 may 07</title><content type='html'>dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;today i got my ass whooped by my taekwando master..he made me as his demo partner during training session fer self defence class..boi  dier bwat sungguh2 ah..haha but the main point is..i got my blue belt alredi ! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;p/s my lil cuz keep bragging over she got the blue belt.uhh whatever im like klcc ur like d size of a peanut.ass gonna be  whooped in like 2 secs max.hahaah oh ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then my mom plak.got 5th place during walkathon.5th place?!?! i told my dad i wanted to join the larian bendang.kinda like marathon la..21 kilometers i tynk.but my tak bagi sei dier kata jauh sangat i'll die b4 reaching the end.hahaha.maybe tru la kan.butthen the walkathon sure cud win u noeh.sebab 3km only but the only thing is admittance is like 250 bux..ohh expensiv la wei and what did i get for not running? kener blasah ngan sifu.HAHA LAUGH OUT LOUD!and the marathon thing is in conjuction with hari penyayang..kinda like expo la..but personally i dun like all dis expo thing..firstly its crowded..den crowded with mats..and minahs..den most of the booths are really uninteresting..hotlink and TM booth best ker? haha although the family aspect fun la kan..goin out and all..but if i were to go alone..no way la..if go with frenz..probabli but id rather crash their place and play vdeo games..better sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for today god noes why i feel so sleepy sei.took short naps fer countless times d.haih.but at least i managed to squeeze in a lil bit of studying or else hancos.oh yeah mid term is on the 10th of may..scarryy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1939048591803955473?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1939048591803955473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1939048591803955473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1939048591803955473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1939048591803955473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-may-07.html' title='5 may 07'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7456643583835063261</id><published>2007-04-28T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:54:21.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;today woke up got flu..owh letiiihhh haha i slept at 12 yesterday nite as i got "tuition" by abang paris.man he looks like a two bit wuss but man he noes stuff!he tutored me in BM;dia cikgu BM.woah! giler banyak aku taktau seh.abehtu we talked about random stuff from numero uno guys to the perception of lousy teachers..oh boi he talked some sense into me sayin dat all teachers ada kekurangan ada kelebihan liddat..and mcam macam ah.but still its just an opinion la kan..so yeah biler habes aku bangon tido aisey demam panas plus aku kene gi skewl plak! take kicking target from sifu,take the LO and sijil and stuff..dah ah letih aku pop 2 panadol abehtu turun training balek balek lagi worse haihh.giler betol.i tot dah sihat den pegi training tengok tengok worse and now pun still cam yo yo ah..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i think its because i challenge god i think.noe why? last few days,bunyi guruh outside but cerah i was like "eh kalau hujan..hujan la betul betul..kasi guruh bwat apa?!" den bam hujan gila babi.weird? read on.so i said "i think my chances of getting sick is pretty slim" yesterday nite;before i fell sick this morning.weird.more.den  pukul 11 pagi tadi i slept cam org unconscious gitu kan dah demam den mimpi makan ayam masak merah.woke up.guess what...ayam masak merah baru nak cook for lunch.walhal taktau pun nak masak dat dish.woah weirrddd!!.maybe its coincidence for all i noe huh.and a couple of minutes ago my friend messaged me tuduh kitorg kata we all stare at this gurl while in tuition class yesterday so dis gurl rasa weird think we guys intended ke peh.macam haram! we din stare at no one la wey.aiseyh dis makes me wonder who's boy crazy and who's girl crazy in this situation.oh man the things i do to talk some sense in people.ah perasan ah orang sekarang.bwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;owh here's a piece of poetry i would like to share with ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the past"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking down so they won't see&lt;br /&gt;While you disguise the pain&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to make believe&lt;br /&gt;Me;feeling your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Telling you the next day&lt;br /&gt;Will be a brighter tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What's really in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Are you really happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Since we’re so far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know relationships don't last&lt;br /&gt;But friendships do&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's hard for me to realize&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer cling onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instilled in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts ever so close&lt;br /&gt;Because I remembered back then&lt;br /&gt;That you gave me all of your most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though what happened&lt;br /&gt;I promise to always be there&lt;br /&gt;And with all of the love I still have&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the promise to show you I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just whisper to your ears&lt;br /&gt;just to remind&lt;br /&gt;That I'll give you all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;like it?okeh cun haha oh yeah i like this saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"im not mean,you are just a pussy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;bwhahahaha.picked it up from cant remember where.bwhaha chows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-7456643583835063261?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7456643583835063261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7456643583835063261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7456643583835063261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7456643583835063261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/incidents.html' title='incidents'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5485733724999348482</id><published>2007-04-26T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:55:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just fior the sake of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ego is the word.and yet as simple as is sounds like 3 words only its enough to blow the heads off people.i for instance love responsability.why?power.plain power.bwahaha.all the commotion over power eventually leads up to ego.the thing that i avoid. yeah avoid.haha.but takut siak aku takut aku jadik kepala besar gitu.sure,i put on a pissy ego face when we go comp or dat related stuff but its just to create that 'aura' i call.haha.make people take u seriously and say woah.haha  oh yeah we went  history quiz and of course i put on dat face la..hurm its kinda dat face where u talk english a lot,tak toleh tepi and like dont smile that often.dats the face.bwhahaah.oh ok quiz.we all;the gang din study for it but somehow biler abes quiz "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eh cam senang ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" ahaha giler.tapi tak menang.expected ah dah tak study kan..but one thing ah skewl diorg dilapidated giler.tandas?masyallah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yesterday we went to penang and stayed at lone pine hotel which was colonial-ish la.id rate it 8/10 la..but the pool ah..damn cekap..haha hotel lamer gitu ala british bilik pun ala ala colonial gituk..the rates agak expensive for me la..but since my dad got membership so like got discount kira ok seyh.can afford gituk.haha org  bayar aku kisah pe tak..bwahah.called sara to ask her where the hells the place then my bro's gf called her pal the got directions.cheh my dad dun wanna call the hotel..sekejap mau sekejap takmau..haha.here's pix of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RjDENk2jzsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ace0VPUZq84/s1600-h/26042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RjDENk2jzsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ace0VPUZq84/s320/26042007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758119046926018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span 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huh?oh maichi next 2 weeks got test summore..aiyoh koyak ar ginie..last week nyer test went fine..the a maths i scored ok lah marks.its just ok lah ok?ok great.hahaha oh shoot i gotta pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5485733724999348482?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5485733724999348482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5485733724999348482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5485733724999348482'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;well since common test is over,i wanna blog about sumthn..bwhahaha..k dah.well the tests went oukey..well all went fine except a maths which left me biting my nails hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;" face="webdings"&gt;damn it was challenging ah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;.dudes in neighboring class answered only 4 out of 14 qs which is sedeyh siak.well hope shit went well.whats done is done.hwhahaa but 1 thing i hate typically about exams is that when i finish answering i get bored.not implying that all dudes are getting smarter or anything but uh it seems that like on english paper for example..in 1/2 an hour zap the paper is done..and another hour is spent doin god noes what..well i sleep! da fav hobby! bwahah and of course draw the occasional stick figures and speech bubbles like i do.hahahah and clouds luper plak.well at least it gets the time by.and when the papers are collected somehow we all like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;" face="webdings"&gt;oh paper hard paper hard!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; walhal masa bwat muker confident siak..tekun tekun haha.basically skola makin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;leceh ah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;teachers in skewls tend to complicate simple things and simple things are thought a lot so it gets complicated.huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;color:red;"  &gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;.haha and dont get me started about the system as well as the rules..urggh..leceh! today my history teacher got all pissy like majok sed dun wanna mark our test papers sebab our class berlagak kate dier tak reti ajar..FYI is real dude..face the facts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;on that note,i find it hard to work with people who are arrogant.it's easier to motivate the people who are willing to learn rather than people who actsmart.Mr.H in my class for example..ohh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aku rase cam nak bunuh dier sak..i try to teach him stuff as well as my friend did but fuck he doesnt understand! i asked him whether he understands or not he say paham paham..paham pala hotaknya! imagine every 5 secs he comes to me peeking at my a maths book like goin thru mcdonald's drive thru..arrogant sial.look i dont care if it takes all my energy to give out some of my ilmu to people man..im more than happy to..but at least give me a humble attitude la wey..if u give a thanx it wud b better la..i dont expect much..come on i noe im not a boy genius as well tu lah aku pegi skewl..stakat nak actsmart walhal tak tara mana pun bwat apa kan? if the teachers teach and dia tak paham..and frenz ajar pun tak masuk..i guess better doa banyak banyak la...lol..*evil siakk!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in other news..i got my secondary dumbell..yeah!! but sad thing a cupla days back while i was pulling reps..one of the dumbell's fell on my foot!! ahh saket! sari takley jalan siak..but arini dah ok lah..still..bwhaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh yeah yesterday someone talked to me about the misconception of me liking someone that i don't realli have feelings for.i'v finally found out that at my place its so kampung that people do misunderstood between respect &amp; like.i'v been using you and I with the opposite and anyone with a right mind would know that its just normal.nothing to make an issue about.generally i respect the opposite sex and refuse to use the harsher way of aku with them.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dont blame me for being so.bwahaha.so yeah i told it as it is if i were to get in any relationship in the moment it would be a long term one.and i would get to know them well first before anything goes down.*thinking of someone*.like ashwin said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whats the rush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;".haha coming from the dude who prays once in 5 months seh.haha wait im not being introvert by the way.its just the way i am haaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; huahh  lift those dumbells!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RiYl-yI4kGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XjGX77f_Yn8/s1600-h/17042007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RiYl-yI4kGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XjGX77f_Yn8/s320/17042007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054769392311111778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kays till we meet again.i'll say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.HUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;if there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;one thing worse than being an ugly duckling in a house of swans,it's having the s&lt;/span&gt;wans pretend there's no difference"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-5282295156348252322?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5282295156348252322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5282295156348252322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5282295156348252322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5282295156348252322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RiYm5yI4kII/AAAAAAAAAGk/s5-i_WuWj3g/s72-c/18042007%28003_6%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-452523121942361295</id><published>2007-04-13T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:05:58.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;man..tests after tests after tests repetitiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;..kejam seh skewl dis sunday i got 4 papers to do..ommagaahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;so yeah jump to skewl.duty for 2 months is canteen..plates..d worst part..and again..why do i get a pussy as team leader? dis time around ku azri is d head.so he's no good..slacks around and not doin your job while on duty.oh WOW ur making an impression ain't it! haha its just that last thursday the principal went snooping around the canteen.its like sucky because if the job aint done right it reflects bad on us especially the ones on duty.i spoke to ku azri about some people who's realli realli disobedient when it comes to picking up shit.then again we think about  more punitive measures against these people but heck whats the worst we can do? smack em face off? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;oh yeah about the exams..i kinda went overdrive and still din understand shit..so..yeah.my dad was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; do your best.its good enough.nobody's gonna get all of it right.so just do your best..macamla tak prepare kan all dis time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;..sweet.hahaha and another thing congrats to our drama team on beating asma.FINALLY WE WON! well word on the street is the opposing team's performance was only mediocre so its gud ah dat we won.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;basically i got no shit to write just wanna update and say im on hiatus till common test ends.TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=452523121942361295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/452523121942361295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/452523121942361295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/man.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rh-oW6Oh-3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sESDvLUkVug/s72-c/13042007%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3714850523296354975</id><published>2007-04-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:10:31.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love urself in order to love others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUbGSH7KSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MhZPz0P9CkA/s1600-h/05042007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUbGSH7KSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MhZPz0P9CkA/s320/05042007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049972351924119842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oh man today we got maulidur rasul celebration in skewl seh..fun because we skipped the half of skewl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.yeay.man i find ways to procrastinate  studying huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hahaha. well the sucky part is that the dingo a.k.a penceramah is like a two bit businessman.haha.he kept murmuring about the same shit all over again.gosh its the same crap as last year dude! well what i mean by businessman is that besides sepatutnya giving a talk on maulidur rasul instead he kept promoting his "get-smart" pills which suppose to bring the inner einstein in u.oh wait lets laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.eat B12 banyak-banyak la bongok.haha man it actualli debilitates my body goin thru the whole process.i felt so sleepy and in i felt like passing out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.yet my friends and i manage to get acquainted with the whole thing somewhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last few days i went to this fish shop.oommmaagaah..ader ikan tuh mahal babeng.its like 1000bux ahead man.felt like putting a zany face and asking to get me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;five of those ay ol' chap.&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUVKiH7KQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dVcbAOaUK8g/s1600-h/03042007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUVKiH7KQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dVcbAOaUK8g/s320/03042007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049965827868797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;and some cockaroach..mwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUViyH7KRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l-0fzd3Eus4/s1600-h/03042007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUViyH7KRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l-0fzd3Eus4/s320/03042007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049966244480624914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;ok dah.just a sec ago something popped.lighting struck and in ember now.ahahahah kidding.i just got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;vision! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;pledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;never to get sick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; woah heavy takk..hahah how im gonna do it? easy.maintain consumption of food and exercise regularly and oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;delete my social life in order to prevent contact with microorganisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;BULLSHIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;the last part aint gonna stick..wahaha wallawallahell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;speaking out of topic.like i usually do.i wanna reminisce about my past.friendship that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;oh how cliche of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;well as i grow;as a teen its safe to say life's getting more and more hectic.not  like before when freedom was a choice rather than  an option.oh wait did i say that rite? oh whatever.drifted apart in some friendships now i feel.though i feel this way its totally natural as our priorities change as we grow towards adulthood.i admit that things have changed and not as it was before.therefore understanding is a key to this prob.yeah sustaining this stuff aint easy man..but yeah we do have cellphones kan..? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;again..wasting away time effectively.tak cayer aku stady sambil main.as the saying goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;all work and no play makes jack a dull boii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;the stuff i need to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUb3iH7KTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/unJT8TDIMzA/s1600-h/05042007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RhUb3iH7KTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/unJT8TDIMzA/s320/05042007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049973198032677170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;"love yourself in order to love others"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3714850523296354975?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3714850523296354975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3714850523296354975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3714850523296354975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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over</title><content type='html'>wow its been a week since i blog i think? well waddaheck its back to normal life now.not that its been abnormal or shit but yeah iv been in the inter skewl debate and busy prac nite and day.yeah NITE! so last week i went to penang AS USUAL..huahh..so  my dad finallly got me the dumbells! hooray! my old pair pecah a bit on the side so my dad got me a new one..ohh its 10 kilos tho..so shitty we bought those biler sampai mall siak..pehtu aku kene carry pusing2 satu mall tak renti2 tak renti masuk keter ke peh..mmg naek muscle betul ah ari tuh..haha and to make it a story my dad went to the teller machine and BEEEEEMMMM!!!! bunyi alarm siak giler babi ah dalam mall tuh bunyi alarm pencuri tuhh.giler aku muker cuak siak asal bunyi alarm nieh? tak pasal2 kan..haha and then the guards came la..abang aku lagi rilek buat taktau jerh amik duit lambat2 den after dat kitorg blah buat dunno jerh..muker 10sen.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh yeah debate! kitorang been practising all day(skipped class!) and nite! nite we spent in skewl like so awesum siak..pak ho was there and like bincang2 la..and man goin to the toilet malam2 ahh scary giler..dahla jauh..gelap..hishh peed in the pants before reaching there man.JOKING..so its a few nites la..den nak buat cerita balik..john,gary and whatshisname pegi buy food masa dat nite.dekat ngan skewl ah kedai makan tuh.they r also debaters btw.i din go i bincang with ashwin or nama muslimnya...abu menang!hahaha abt the points in skewl in class.so when they got back they were like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; man were in deep shit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was like y?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we got jacked.john's handphone kena curik...&lt;/span&gt; mudderfark..haih..so bla bla bla all d commotion then pak ho cakap pi balik awal la..ur not in d state to think rite now..well thanx a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in context of today firstly we din win the debate.we lost to d same skewl in 3 years! maichi***! haih..but we gave our best la..and i think i did my best too..happi though coz my frenz  supported me along the way like getting me werk frm skewl and giving mental support damn appeciated dudes :) as the sayin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we win some we lose some  &lt;/span&gt;yeah kinda lol. then masa balik i salam with puan zaleha(principal of ASMA;the winning skewl;my aunt!..which im not dat close of lah).she cakap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u noe me anot?&lt;/span&gt; i said of coz..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how u noe me?..&lt;/span&gt;i was like daa..were related..ur my aunt..ur d mayor's wife! i pun  cakap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u remember anot 1 time we met at city plaza? with my parents? back then i was form 1  and in the skewl band and u said like kolej's band tak bagus la aper la(criticize)..dats y i remember u &lt;/span&gt;. she pun  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were related u noeh?  &lt;/span&gt;yeah i noe!..haha i told dis 2 my mum and she cakap i a bit rude la kan..oh come on..if u were me at that particular moment u'd feel the same! kolej budget can win..bcoz gary and ashwin had great showmanship..nasib baik ashwin din like blow off coz he didnt expect us to lose after coming this far.i also had that MOMENTARY losing feeling la.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu huh.&lt;/span&gt; ok then u see in her face have that sarcastic+stuck up+proud ego bitch look boi u'd get pissed ryte? i dont get pissed THAT easily ..im not a psycho manic running out with a knife killing ppl and mental 24-7 aite but yeah i say shit and actualli masuk debating increases my ability to like argue.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.thats what my mum said lah..ahahah lemme paint you a picture for what i see in life..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in life we cant make all people like us.no matter what we do some will or wont like us.im happi knowing that some people like and respect me for who i am not for what they are trying to mold me to be.i dont care if 10/15 of people hate me.im happi that the another 5/15 like for who i am.to me making them like me will just waste my time.i noe if i need to change myself for the better of me but i wont if its for the better of them or their own needs.as my dad said "there's a lot more people on this earth,not satisfying 1 wont mean a thing".so if i bullshit a lot.people who hates that kinda shit then you are welcomed to hate me but if people who can tolerate that kinda shit then welcome buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next soliloquy,i'll see u guys around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3916517198744371231</id><published>2007-03-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:03:16.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa gila busiest days of my life..period!</title><content type='html'>whoa the past few days..ok a week seh is all dumb bz for me..iv been like skipping class like fer a whole day and like still smiling x) hahah maybe not! like on the 1st day i was like resah like skipping class but as days past by i feel that some class is crappy and worth lapping while some like..accounts or..biology is like pretty worth it lah..but then again..its still not gud tho..crap i got like 3 piles of werk 2 do man! so yeah its bz because i like got in debate..i reaallly didnt wanna join as in i dont like skipping class and all that but they like so want me in sebab no bumiputra shit..ahh..stupid excuse kan? yeah its d bumiputera thing dats been slowing things down in malaysia..no wonder were like so high in corruption huh,,...ahha ok back to the topic! well..our topic is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuition enhances a student's academic performance &lt;/span&gt;..we got to be the opposition..damn unlucky and i am d 3rd debater...ohhoo..pening siak..but 1 thing i like though..i can like argue and like smack stuff at their face cam gitu ah..ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing i encountered today...a dude ask me abt solat..dis indian guy la..he ask me to come to prac stuff and like i cakap timing tak sesuai la liddat..and he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh u solat penuh 5 waktu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah...of course lah..5 ja bukan 25 pun..takkanla tak leh bwat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then dis malay dude;my senior was there as well..and i asked  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh kau buat innocent ja..ko takkan tak sembahyang penuh kowt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and dis dude cam slalu gaul ngan budak2 moral nieh and like think straight nyer guy like selamba ja &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aha aku sembahyang tak penuh pun ahah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah sumthin liddat la..by the way he talk cam tak penting jer..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fark!!&lt;/span&gt; dude ! u call urself a muslim but u dont even pray? whats wrong with you man? i mean im no uztaz la but then again its your responsibility...reliogion is life and in life we have responsibilities and kalau solat pun tak habih..dahtu..camna?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok another topic..went to my abang sedara's wed laz week..enjoyed myself but left me tired fer like the next day..hahah anywayz here's sum pix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo blur but yg penting meja aku bersepah..wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKj9MF8kFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4AIh0btMZQY/s1600-h/15032007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKj9MF8kFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4AIh0btMZQY/s320/15032007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044774804221890642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actcute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKjUsF8kEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/571PzDXhHvk/s1600-h/14032007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKjUsF8kEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/571PzDXhHvk/s320/14032007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044774108437188674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha..ni baru gambaq kawen!! raja paris + sape tah i 4got! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKiwcF8kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kgshO_V3IVo/s1600-h/17032007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RgKiwcF8kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kgshO_V3IVo/s320/17032007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044773485666930738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; prettyhead if ur reading dis&lt;/span&gt;..get enuff rest plus sleep k!!..sleeping arnd what ur sleeping now is gonna take a toll on ur health..somehow..x) whilst im gonna sleep now..! nyahahahahuhuhu&lt;div 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yapping about but heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;im oukeyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha p/s i won d debate between my dad on the hair issue..&lt;i&gt;sweet..haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man im tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6493575439116157498?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6493575439116157498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6493575439116157498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6493575439116157498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6493575439116157498'/><link 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weh..nanti kira up sket ar dari anak kiter nanti..wawawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah besides kepaler dah letih;ahh history tak abes baca lagik! a few more pages to faham..ahh..lower back pulak sakit! its like 1 after another..man sometimes rase cam cursed sehh..i need som rest! aku tak sakit but ala2 injured gitu lol.man 2day wanted to go jogging outside but got downpour seh bengang sal i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; jogging in the mornin coz its cold+the track is always wet;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad memories seh dun ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadik tengok spongebob  [] pants ngan mak best lah weh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain dead bored so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-4194876630414314925?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4194876630414314925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=4194876630414314925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/4194876630414314925'/><link 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2 pairs actli..a tan and a black 1..almost identical&lt;br /&gt;d dude sez baju limited edition and reger lebey kurang..aku usha tan punyer 156bux..ok lah..aku blah pastu 5 mins masok lek..tgk tan punyer tak cun..gra d black 1 ask 4 a size M..stupid me cering siak baju tu dah M! and usha2..crap ! 699bux! aku usha sket2 pehtu chow&lt;br /&gt;HAMPEH ..baju levi's ja pun..bukannya Ck ke peh..lol..limited edition my crap la wei haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2day naz and yeh crashed my hse.initially wanted 2 do folio werk but till now tak habes2.crap gila aku naek lebam seh buat folio.ahh geram.sebbek d dudes crashed my hse.so we watched family guy and ate pizza like there's nobody business.oh yeah pizza was sweet all we ate was cheese cheese cheese.xtra cheese.stuffed crust.D WORKS.ahh lex megat..1 meal doesnt define a diet.hahahaha lol i read dat in menshealth..wee~ oh yeah ps2 was a gud break from werk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH WE LAUGHED OUR ASSES OFF HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQuYqrlw2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xgMhR45azCE/s1600-h/11032007%28001_6%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQuYqrlw2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xgMhR45azCE/s320/11032007%28001_6%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040704884243284834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siak ah ice+pix+naz+tv=fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQuNarlw1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_kRCpJOqFGc/s1600-h/11032007%28001_1%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQuNarlw1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_kRCpJOqFGc/s320/11032007%28001_1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040704690969756498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pak yeh control macho ..teik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQwc6rlw3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JjH-VZoxvfI/s1600-h/11032007%28003_2%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQwc6rlw3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JjH-VZoxvfI/s320/11032007%28003_2%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040707156280984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTROLL...CONTROLL...ZAP TEPUK NYAMOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQtmarlwzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HzSowuYV5KQ/s1600-h/10032007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQtmarlwzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HzSowuYV5KQ/s320/10032007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040704020954858290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro meeting tamim+muvi.HELL YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-9202137230361466938?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9202137230361466938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=9202137230361466938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/9202137230361466938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/9202137230361466938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/699.html' title='699'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RfQuYqrlw2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xgMhR45azCE/s72-c/11032007%28001_6%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1548834400510602675</id><published>2007-03-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:33:56.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>680</title><content type='html'>hurm hurm hurm&lt;br /&gt;a cupla days back i summited sum sorta form about particulars kita to skewl kan,.diorg nak 4 god noes what lah.so mase aku submit mine aku tgk mat ciner ni nyer form kan..ade tulis gaji parents kan..smua org kena tulis and his was onli his dad and its RM680. aku cam bukan terkejut ke peh kan but cam amazed sia..bapak kuarkan duit kasik anak ke skewl and tuisyen..hish..anak ciner kan tuisyen banyak kan..aku cam..tgk diri aku blek..kira muhasabah diri kan..sometimes i or we do take things for granted huh.aku tgk blek aku perabis det lagi bnyk dari 680.cam crap gak aku pikir balek.kalau aku in his shus id probabli werk my ass off to repay my parents man.aku tau gaji parents aku or org len exceeds dat and i shud b thankful.aku cam take pengajaran ah..life aint always easy and yeah id probabli work my ass more on top of now frm now on.lol.ayat skema jiwang! ahahahaha oh yeah b thankful 4 what we got..ahahaha ayat buku teks lagik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man..homewerk has been tonnness...ahh tak larat seh..i hate homewerk.i hate skewl.i hate mats.i hate rempits.i hate backstabbers.i hate LIARS.i hate 2-face assholes.i hate nuts! they stuck in ma teeth!.i hate smokers.i dislike irritating people.i hate hypocrites.i hate people who talk about things and mumbling about it yet don't do anything to solve the problem..kira org jenis cakap ja la tapi taktau bwat.i hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;.oh no la..jus joking ! :D...probabli sorang tuh but now you..keep reading..ahahah..i hate drivers who cam tak reti bawak kerete..urgghh bwat mak aku lose patience jerh! and i hate orang yang tak jaga personal care as in grooming..eh dahla lap la hingus kau tuh..huduh aih! tahi idung meleleleilehhh...hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm..i love plak.i love god.i love my parents,friends,best friends and good friends.i love eating healthy.i love entering class...pfft imma geek!.i love the adrenaline rush.i love sweating like fcuk biler abes jogging..ohhh bestt...i love it when i do tonnes of werk a day and at the end of the day i have done and fulfilled so much.GAAHHH..ahahah lol.i love being myself; a screamo listener;a workaholic;a studyholic; a shopaholic;a friend :) .i love my stuff..my watch,ipod,fon..ohh cant liv wthout it!!,broadband and laptop! hahaha..i love fitness.i love music..eh aku ulang keh? hahah nvm i love going on holidays and trips with friends and family.i love debating with people informally especially my dad! but bukan argue la..aku seldom argue sesangat.i love people with philosophy.i love intellects.i love trying out new things ;food;culture,etc.i love gals who listen to music like i do or wears converse kicks or have straight hair with that flippy thing ala cam emo tuhh..ohh agak stai!ahh..the list goes on and on and on..but the truth is..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE U.&lt;/span&gt;hahaha..ok dats weird. hahah  aku nak tii doo...zzz zzzz zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1548834400510602675?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1548834400510602675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1548834400510602675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1548834400510602675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1548834400510602675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/680.html' title='680'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1382994747589216578</id><published>2007-03-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:43:11.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>keys</title><content type='html'>for starters i lost my house keys..i balek skewl and cant find house key lam wallet&lt;br /&gt;so i lepak umah zamir and called my dad to come frm werk and bukak pintu..woo..anxious gilek!&lt;br /&gt;so chilled at zamir's hse and talk abt crap..and my dad balek.SUPRISINGLY he tak marah!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha abeh tu aku carik satu umah kunci..kelam kabot cari last2 skali jumpa lam drawer kunci kete..aku misplace kot..FUHH  d important part is &lt;b&gt;MY ASS IS SAVED!&lt;/b&gt; ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body da tak ache anymore..but kaki aku still saket like hell..aku nak sujud gile bangang saket..mum cakap rest a few days siak. but aku degil gi jogging jugak..hahaah..lek ah..pehtu on top of dat my throat is killing me! i ate satay d other day and camne tah,ganas gila aku tercucuk lidi terkena kat anterior pillar lam mulot aku.harem saket gak..strepsills? tak berkesan langsong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harith baru masok lam skewl aku.finally dia dapat gak.i tot dia takkan masok nyerh..ahaha mesti dia gi nanges kat pak turin suro masok ke peh..suck gak aku tak jumpe dia arini..mayb i'll blanja him drinks or wadeva...dunno see how my budget goes..kalau rabak..nak blanja habuknyerh! ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john gave me a bday present; a shirt..thanx a lot .d shirt cantek dude :D ahh man..aku haf a prob seyh.aku kena pilih masuk drama team siak.pehtu dahla aku sorang ja fom 4 pehtu aku sorang plak malay.gila bangang yg len suma fom 5.sedeyh gila.pehtu kena lap kelaih pulak cam tiap2 ari..sampai BALIK.HAYUN AIIIHHH!!! gary plak cakap suro aku ganti dia and train pelapis nanti next yer...ahh..my dad cakap quit awal2..sebab if takut bz and takley handle can..tahla..aku cam pening siak pikir mende nieh..ahhh WTF but aku &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;aku gila kuasa!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad plak goin india 2moro..so..left me and my mum lagik..sheez my dad bz siak pegi2 balek pehtu pegi pulak! aisey..aku KKS seh cam nie...Kekurangan Kaseh Sayang..ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK JOM  LENA!&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/6028257727476503899-1382994747589216578?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1382994747589216578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1382994747589216578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1382994747589216578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1382994747589216578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/keys.html' title='keys'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2963799912221294793</id><published>2007-03-03T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:36:04.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bodyache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothn much in d past few days.juz dat sports day dah habes and beginning sunday i'll start skewlin..uhhh lame! ahaha so yeah i went hotel seri msia yesterday to pick up my tok sedara and met her fren so yeah i buat dunno ja ah;old ppl kan..so yeah.turns out d frend;in a couple;laki ngan pompuan tuh..yg laki tuh;dato abdullah wtf i dunno his name is a sasterawan negara.i was like wooohoo i ddnt noe dat! i nampak dis pakcik cam biasa jerh.pakai cam org besa.ddnt expect like dat uhh.shud haf bobal abt our novel and how crappy fom 4 novel is.cud haf been fun..ouh waddahel a dude will always b a dude nyhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since yesterday i had a body ache! i tynk its bcoz i tried out the explosive pumping;which is like d normal pumping but when u go up ur hands lift off the ground and usually u clap ur hands b4 landing.iv been used 2 d normal 1 so wanted 2 try tt out lah annnddd...i can do dat !yay!! but uhh...suffer seyh.dis mornin i woke up like shoulder saket siak plus iv been sleeping kat bwah;bukan atas katil in my moms room sebab my dad's out to hanoi lol so yeah tambah saket ar aku tidor senget sebelah kan..ahahah but i still did dat 2day and oohhh yeah it felt even better...more exercise more better i guess LOL ahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the main thing i wanna crap abt..EMPATHY&lt;br /&gt;haah realised it or not most ppl dat i or u? noe..lack empathy.they suck 2me sebab act gitu2 cam taktau ape org len rasa kan.aku cam bengang siak.contohnyer kan mat2 bising lam 2sen kan..hampeh siak cikgu marah nak kuar tekak daa diorg dok bobal2 lagik .haram tol.see what i mean? kalau aku jadik cikgu arr..dah lama aku halau kuar kelas seyh hahaha..but yeah since im a teen and probabli u reading my blog is a teen too so..lets say..what happens..if mamat A likes minah B kan.and mamat C;kawan mamat A hits on C.as mamat A korang sure rase cam eh back off lah kan skit2 takper la kan..kawan2 tak kesah ah but hit?kau tak respect aku ke peh? haa..see its like u goin out with ur gf's friend not on a so called"date" but kuar 2 org minom2 same2 tgk movi pe tah..sure gf kau rase pelik kan?cemburu is another thing but what im trying 2 emphasize here is empathy.i mean being frenz is ok but ada limitsnyer.noe ur limits bcoz ppl's respect and ur good name is on d line.heck but what im trying 2 say is THINK B4 U DO STUFF.a lil bit goes a long way.kata emak,ade otak gune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k dah kita sampuk mepek ke esok hari..nyahahaah&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a dude will always be a dude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2963799912221294793?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2963799912221294793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2963799912221294793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2963799912221294793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2963799912221294793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/bodyache.html' title='bodyache'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3505814087399294906</id><published>2007-02-28T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:53:36.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day before sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well as the title goes..2moro's my sports day! nyahaa...no la not dat im hyped abt it or wut its just dat it'll start at 2 sumthn so yeah i can sleep fer like d whole mornin! wooots~ ahaha bukan senang siak aku nak tidor bangun lambat..ahahahah. so yeah on d day im involved in perbarisan pengawas and carrying d rostrum ..err..kira gheja ok laah like heck d PK hem is like wanna take me jugak i dunno y..same goes fer laz yer i kena jugak..hahah sey btol ahaha&lt;br /&gt;so during d whole day of practicing..dahla arini panas tahap kiwak..giler hitam akuh jadik..bukat setakat hitam..hangitseyh ahaha..bdak india takpa ah dah maximum shine kan..ahahah lol..tak baek kutuk2 org..kuakuakua.pastu arnd 10am i crashed d canteen and bought juice;as usual..and sat with fakhrul,mat and ku8 and ate fewd ..ahah seems ok?  heck no! recess was arnd 10.20 actli..but d canteen jual fewd awal so yeah we makan la kan..den cikgu azudin datang canteen cam marah2 sial pastu suro org pegik padang tgk whats goin on..like preparations fer d sports day la kan..dier ingat aku takgi padang d whole time kot walhal baru lek jerh..hampeh..so org kat situ kena paku arr..especially d prefects! luckily tho...i was wearing Tee with pants so mayb he dunno kot..i ddnt get scolded btw wooots~~!! ahaha..so blah jerh ah nak buwat peh kan..salmin was like all pissy coz baru nak stat makan gituk ahahah..kesiiiaaan..pelik sia..mase org blah sumer kan..dah 10.15 da..haihyo..dumb2 seyh :P nak rehat dah pun..lek arr lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta dat we all sat under d tree watchin d band play buuut..fucking bees keep buzzing kat atas kitorg siakk..cam haram lagik..ahahah but yeah twas fun talking with salmin abt his diet and debating abt dat.he sez he dun beliv in like 6 times mini meals diet bcoz dat kinda diet is fer like werking ppl in d office kan..i was like betul gak..and cakap diff type of muscle wanted diff diet arr..sumthn like dat and chow..tak larat seyh ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku8 and i pulak spent d whole day finding naz;aku taktau dier lari maner ah..aku pusing skewl 2 kali baru jumpa..hampeh tol.wanna c him la sebab wanna giv milo cupon 4 2moro ahah of coz d whole day kitorg sembang mohong ja ah..gila babeng boring nak mampos.jam pukol 12 dah nak pengsan da..pukul 1 da rasa cam da naek gila ahhaah..noe wat i slept in class fer 2 days str8 bcoz too bored! giler cikgu tak masok langsung so yeah sleeping was d next best thing lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k dah im bored ur bored reading me crapping so lets tutop mate haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;things are simple if we make it that way&lt;/i&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/6028257727476503899-3505814087399294906?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3505814087399294906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3505814087399294906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3505814087399294906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3505814087399294906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-before-sports.html' title='a day before sports'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1655373542286578865</id><published>2007-02-24T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T06:58:47.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gud thing goes a long way ..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yeah i guess somhow i became more mature-ish and  more responsible-ish feeling is kinda weird...i call it a msj frm god i guess ahahah tahla..its like d time when i got d A's in my major exam last yer..like heck i dunno wat 2 get cuz my dad sez u can hav sumthn as a present .i was like dumbfounded siak taktau nak mintak peh..like i didnt want ipod becoz i listen 2 not much genres la..so yeah..somehow i got struck  cam mase2 last kan and like "hey i gotta hav an ipod!" . lol so yeah its great as it was on offer seyh so yeah bought it on d next cupla days...hahaha weird kan? now..like a cupla days back i felt d same way..as tho i was given hidayah ke peh..ahahah i hope dis stays..haha aku cam jadik responsible siak taktau sal peh haha oh crap aku sound macam pesakit mental lah ahahaha.. aku takmau masok tanjong ah..tanjung pelepas takpe..tanjung tokong pun takpe..hahah..tanjung rambutan takmau..tanjung burger king? ohh set!!! ahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day..again..we went 2 penang..same old same old story dude..habib jewels was on sale so yeah decided 2 buy necklace fer my bro's fiancee ..kewl we got it at a smacking gud price and since my dad kinda noes d manager dude so angkat fer my mum skalik..ahahahah..didnt buy much actli..went esprit and nautica but esprit got dis 99 bux Tee dat cam cun but super-small so yeah fuuuccck!! 99 bux fer a small t?..haha dish d idea...nautica ok but...not on sale dat much plus macam baju popeye sehh ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my dad  bunyi cam like gila marah tadi ..wooo he sez by phone bill tops the list at 200 bux;yeah i noe sometymes tlinga aku melekat kat fon and i cant hang up sehh..like my my dads was 100 bux so yeah die marah ah..i was like..cam kadang2 i call ppl..close frenz ..so we bobal lama2 arh. especially yg primary skewl dudes..waa..yg giler will talk fer hours on end..hahah gila punya kawan .butden i noe kadang2 leka kan..so yeah..screw me its my fault lol..but i cakap kat my dad ala baek2 gituk sori fer d bill and handed d papers;praying time fer his trip 2 hanoi&amp; india :P and cakap i wanted to poo la..so blah..and turun balek kasik kertas..and cakap ade ape2 bleh buat lagik ker? help pack ke peh?;eh dis bukan olok2 ..its somehow natural..ohhhh weird..so..my dad tak marah langsung thru d whole process..wuw..he mula2 cam nak marah masa tgk bill but bila i talk in a gud manner..he didnt marah at all...sweet..i guess being nice really goes a long way huh ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok if u have read thru d whole post then congrats..coz i think its juz boring! ahahah werid+boring day iz 2day! nyahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh diam ah hahaha gi tido pun sedaaap..nitez!&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/6028257727476503899-1655373542286578865?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1655373542286578865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3913074347458977896</id><published>2007-02-22T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:23:39.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well..there goes my bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the past few days has been stress free! awesum! carefree days of doing nuthing! ahahahah..so yeah met a lot of ppl outside.i met pak ho 2day and saodah! ahaha a.k.a d groundskeeper! wioo muker dier femes siaak..haha..ysterday met seniors and pak syed at d mall..d senior got NS so yeah got 2 talk 2 him fer a while..he sez its fun tho i dunno lahh..he sez muker2 kat saner macam2 like pembunuh pun ada but sumer pak lawak..ahahaha..kelolo sial..ahaha. ader ke patot azan smayang pun diorg leh luper..kelolo kiwak sehh ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did sumthn new 2day! i tried out aerobics fer d 1st time..bukan da pa..its been raining like heck fer 2 days d and i didnt jog so yeah i felt i gotta exercise and yeah i stole an aerobix exersice cd;err...my house is full of it coz my mum ah slalu guner kan..so yeah..i set it on tv but tak sampai 1 minute i quit coz it sux..i cant follow d movement and steps so i dumped d idea and went for par course. DAMN par course is much better aerocrap..ahahaha..peluh pun peluh sep time pun sep.ahahah..wtvr..oh yeah..crapp yesterday air con dudes finally repaired my air con..no offense..but d dudes cam tak mandi siak...cam kambeng..haram toiii..pluz dalam meng-adjust barang aku tarek katil pehtu patah siak..geram tull..patah yg menyebabkan aku takde tempat tido...hampehh..so malam aku tido bilik siss aku yg vacant la..ape lagik..uhuuhu sedeeyh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeess...why does sad things happen? well..a fren..called mr "Y" la kan..his gal left him bcoz she thinks they dont have chemistry..she tried to love but cant and will only take him as a friend altho their relationship was a short lived one..for him she means the world..being a close friend,i felt it was my responsibility to be there for him at times kan..for example like dis..i felt what he is feeling ryte now..a touch of empathy goes a long way huh..so we talked..and i advised..basically my opinion sehh..so yeah..i hope he does get over it in some time..yeah i noe..things like dis when happens to a person it can bring them down..but hey..whats the point of having frenz if they cant comfort u when ur down kan? and i told like cheer up buddy,go outside..play.scream to a song,eat some food..think happy thoughts of life before u had all this.those pre-skewl yers where we have nothn to wurry abt..come on..there's more to life than girls and definitely more things to do then being down abt sumthng..being down will not help solve anythn but onli numbs it.whatever happens i said i'll b there 4 him and of coz i advised him 2 b optimistic..dats y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the word that rolled out of his mouth which sums up d day..&lt;br /&gt;-"i rather lose her than to lose a great friend"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh done! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3913074347458977896?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3913074347458977896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3913074347458977896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3913074347458977896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3913074347458977896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/wellthere-goes-my-bed.html' title='well..there goes my bed!'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2622561117057728638</id><published>2007-02-20T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T06:27:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of an adult life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i tynk is probabli a gud start fer me uh..its dd start of my adult life..i guess..pre-adult shall i say..hahaah..not dat i baru reach puberty or antyhn..its just dat at this time/age..i feel im more mature with myself.problems seem to come and go with me dealing it the best way yet unstressing my head that much.im gettin more closer to my mum&amp;dad and share mo stuff with them unlike b4 and it surprises to see that parents do understand huh..i tot theyd laugh and lemme deal with my lil probs but it seems dat they understand and help and such..e.g girls!! hahaha they seem kool siak ..uhh nvm xP..so yeah..debating with my dad seem so much fun now.its diff from b4 where i used to get with my way and dad with his.now i still debate with my dad but on a more respectable wayy i guess..we listen ..or i listen more and  try 2 understand his views on stuff and let him see mine..throughout dis i gain more knowledge uh..what do we debate abt? frm simple stuff like why didnt u buy big boxes of oranges instead of small ones to anythn u can think of..of coz i treasure dis cuz i noe my dad is 1 smart dude! haahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..yesterday nite zufar called and asked abt add maths..u noe..how 2 change inverse fuction to a fuction..ezy peezy sehh...i noe he noes dat d..y he called? well..in my mind itsnot bcoz he didnt noe abt d maths  but bcoz i ddnt invo him 2 my party cuz im not havin a mighty time with his attitude...well he kinda like 2 ask d "pedas!..panas!" kinda qs at the wrong time..i dont hate him 4 dat btw..its juz dat i ddnt invo him  bcoz i got more closer frenz dat i can invo.plus its only 22 dudes..so when he called he asked abt dat..and bla bla bla i lied;fcuk im a bad liar i said i lost his hp number so i ddnt call him..well i jotted his number btw ..just to make it real..well thats the last lie im gonna tell..i swear..but what i salute is dat his apology dat came after dat.since he's leaving fer MRSM he apologised fer anythn dat has gone wrong.so i apologized too and said everythn is ok between us and yeah it felt gud that things between frenz got better a bit..i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; unlucky seh my dad'd volvo cant start coz got some breakdown..i tynk its d batteries i guess...oh yeah..some "person" or some1 lah..aku tak kenal siak on9 kat ym aku..buat2 tanya aku cam2 pehtu aku tnya mana dapat mail aku dia slamba jawab tong sampah..harem btol..aku marah siak takley tahan maki balek arr..aku ajak syahmi join skali..buat conference..aku ajak aiman skali gak..ahaha..tgk2 dia tk buat conference kata tak reti..ahh..syahmi kata dia bachoi..ahah..2:1 kalah terus sehh..aku bwat duno jerh..dia bkan bleyh buwat apa pun..ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thanx fer ur time.i'll see u guys arnd&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/6028257727476503899-2622561117057728638?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2622561117057728638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2622561117057728638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2622561117057728638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2622561117057728638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/beginning-of-adult-life.html' title='beginning of an adult life'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7922951687107969834</id><published>2007-02-19T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:52:29.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pee zah hurts bday partie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well..woke up day erli as usual..huaihh..getting frustrated waking up sooo erli dunno y..ahahah..so yeah its d day wen im goin to pizza hut abt 11 o'clock to chill with ma frenz in conjuction with my bday lah..so i went there abt 10.45 ..and wahlau! ade org da datang siak..mat cawan ngan syafirul..gila awal diorg datang..i ajak diorg masok pizza hut but diorg nak gi nearby shop to get me sumthn..i said like seriously u dun hafta get me nuthn man..u guys came and dat makes my day d :P..so yeah..ordered fer like 24 people..which actualli i invited arnd 21 lah..termasok pak cheng! my gym teacher! hahaahh so turns out a cupla guys cant make it coz got dis and dat so 18 arrived..meaning..THA FOOD IS DAMN LOTS! hahaahah...pak cheng called me b4 i started eating..wished me bday la..and sorry cant make it..and he sez suro aku enjoy time kat situ...aahh..awesum teacher laahh...and  i snapped a few photos lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rdma9PqliII/AAAAAAAAADw/KZWot-EjP7A/s1600-h/19-02-07_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rdma9PqliII/AAAAAAAAADw/KZWot-EjP7A/s320/19-02-07_1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033224435531090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's a pix of em and my frenz..im squashed in between making me look awesomely small..plus i was bending down actli..ahahaha wtvr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RdmbbPqliJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HtNrWXYTGTE/s1600-h/19022007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RdmbbPqliJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HtNrWXYTGTE/s320/19022007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033224950927165586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left:mat,harith and me!(gambar aku smile 1/2 senget siak!) ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RdmbxfqliKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O6tnN5inN58/s1600-h/19022007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RdmbxfqliKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O6tnN5inN58/s320/19022007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033225333179254946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my fav pix;from left me,syahmi and fakhrol x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...in the end...we all had our stomachs full plus we hadta eat 24 ice cream sundays..which was nuts since food banyak babeng kan...we ate till sluar nak terkoyak da...jadik carrot cut sluar ..ahahahah..but it was great la..sebab all my good frenz r there plus my long lost frenz like zaf..fizi..harith..ahh..meq kamp!hahaha..meq kamp siap bangun baca doa lagik sebelom makan...ahahah..macam2 sehh..but i had a blast lah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so afta dat..got home..a number of ppl..like yin for example msj me said sorry sebab cant datang bcoz ada CNY celebration and he's still in penang..he said he wanted to make it up to me wen i get back skewlin..ahh..i said like aku tak kesah la..ko dah ucapkan aku happi bday pun aku da heppi siak..no need to make it up la kan..macam john called me tadi tanya wat size i am..he wanted to get me shirt..again i told him jangan susah2 la..lagipun in my opinion..diorg datang da make me happi..tak kasik apa2 pun xpa..like..u can buy things but u cant put a price on memories ryte?? haa..but d best still from hafzan a.k.a mat jawa la..dia cakap nak kasik gak ..i said takyah la..he cakap nanti dia gi lawan takraw he'll get sumthn 4 me uhh..but hey i said if u reli wanna get me sumthn..win the game! haahaha..dat'll be awesum! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now another topic ; family :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on my family.im gonna blab sumthn abt my family life plak.i tynk most of the time in my family..well every nite or subsequent nite la..go and eat outside u noeh..well..its not dat my mom is lazy or wut its bcoz i wanted to..y? bcoz i wanna talk to my parents..abt life..skewl..probs and such..it juz seem dat every day is like a well planned to-do list and at the end of the day all my werk is done..so..slowly it sucks my emotional life away..kinda..sebab every werk i get i'll jot it down and like my schedule is like pagi pegi skewl..balek buat homewerk/study..and malam probabli got werk or study to do..jadual stdy aku hectic serious believe me bcoz i wanna do stuff dats productive.wasting time efficiently is what i call ..hahaha sebab orang nampak aku cam slalu on9 gituk walhal tgh bwat keje..hahaha..and my parents..balek keje..penat..so i tak kaco diorg..and malam after makan(kalau kat umah)..diorg will tengok tv or rest ke peh..my dad sure tido punyer! ahah.. and i'll do my werk..so..takde time to communicate u see?so i make it a point to have dinner outside juz to talk to my parents from day to day..plus i make it a point to prepare breakfast myself coz aku nak kasik mak aku tidor cukup2..i noe they werk hard and i dun wanna kacau them when they're resting..especially bila diorg balek keje and baring for example..i dare not masok d room sebab takot terjaga gituk ..LOL so the point is..treasure ur old folks and treat them well..as da saying(aku ubah sikit kowt..kowt ..dunno btol ke dak) &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;" do good to others as others did upon you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;-one can put a price on materials but not on memories-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..lets close the chapter for another day yyeahhh!!&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/6028257727476503899-7922951687107969834?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7922951687107969834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7922951687107969834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7922951687107969834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7922951687107969834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/well.html' title='pee zah hurts bday partie'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/Rdma9PqliII/AAAAAAAAADw/KZWot-EjP7A/s72-c/19-02-07_1217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2608513192490557847</id><published>2007-02-17T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T06:08:08.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today 18th feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood:apathetic,moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i dunno but people around me now seem to get i'll ..it's weird but im experiencing sick people around me.minus the patients in my dad's werking place of coz.my fren;akmal got water in his lungs and need to be operated this monday..my frend again;jan got a tumour removed..bout 2 weeks ago i tynk..and im getting more news of sick people;which i kenal of coz..its weird but at the same time  i take it as a test frm god..mayb to test my patience(without me goin crazy over my frenz getting sick- gila-gila punya saket bukan biasa punya saket) or my true friendship as in will i b there for them etc...or its just coincidence cuz shit do happen sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next monday im havin a bash of 20 at pizza hut.its a celebration of my belated bday;13 feb.i had it bcoz i wanted my dad to bring me to KL to go jalan2 but instead he cant bcoz he got werk and so on.so i talked him into making this gathering at pizza hut.boi i hope its fun...my dad sez onli 20+ is allowed..initially i scrolled my phone's contacts and list out some of the names and SMACK IN MY FACE..50 ppl..CRAP pizza hut cant fit dat much ppl at 1 tyme! so..i narrowed it down till 29..and again till 22..wuw....no gothic dudes..and definitely no mafia ! ahahah ku8 ko paham2 ah ape aku cakap nieh ..LOL .so i hope they come lah..and i didnt invite "DAT" person..y? i wanna avoid drama..dats all...all d ppl dat came all got beef so yeah..even i got beef so it wasnt natural for me to invite..yeah lets forget abt dat shall we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..my parents got back frm bali d..so happi to see  them agen after a whole week of staying home wif my lame aunt and uncle..sheesh...heppi siak..dah jumpe my parents my parents bli stuff plak! :D.they bought me jeanz+shirt which was at sale there and got me cologne as well! awesum..it was a three pack so i gave d 30ml to my bro..ahh..ok dis gets boring now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a view on life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever thought wad ppl think abt u?especially when ur dead? i mean how people will remember u by? see i try so hard to make my image good and my rep clean so that ppl will remember me as some1 dats sumthn..its crazy to think of this actli..how u view urself using other ppl's lens..i admit dat i have done mistakes and craps dat i shudnt haf done i boi i paid fer it and its ear deafening to noe dat some of ur frenz..even gud frenz arnt dat gud as u'd expect..killing u bit by bit swallowing u every second..to think its nothing until 1 day a dude puts d trigger to your head and all ur so called "frenz" run away like cikens...and put this situation in ur family..what if ur aunt or ur uncle just pretend to hang around bcoz of sumthn and when dat sumthn is gone ..poof..byebye..huh..mayb im thinking wayy outta my box but mind games r fun.thinking dis makes me less trust people in a way..but it does make u realise whose  ur real frenz dat care and take all ur crap and who just stood there as pretenders.im being a hypocrite if i pretend back to care so i just dont giv a heck abt 'them' cuz they just make me sick.i shall and wont b a hypocrite is u get what i mean even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always point out to ppl how important honesty is.if truth is so hard to be spoken yet lies is so easy to be told then dont be a friend at all.secrets will onli create barriers and imaginable illusion in people therefore keeping secrets will onli make matters worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care then&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/6028257727476503899-2608513192490557847?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2608513192490557847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2608513192490557847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2608513192490557847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2608513192490557847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-18th-feb-07.html' title='today 18th feb 07'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-7575521435044227810</id><published>2007-02-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:15:16.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday dayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW ari nieh memang best ahhh...ok lets start from beginning till the end...ok bangun2 pagi...tons of messages flooded my phone quoting happi bday...fuhh hepi laah..pagi2 lagik da bnyk mesej x)..but paling best i tynk frm my mum lah...cakap happi bday and suro tgk dlm drawer kunci ader mende..so i bukak2 ader kad bday..cakap sorri cant celebrate wif u..bla bla bla love u so much..thinking abt u..bla bla precious bla bla..waahh..aku heppi gilek satu pagi..my mum called me last nyte actli..but i cam da ngantok nak tidor gituk..so dunno wallahel la :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..went skewl..had sports..so yeah..didnt do much except hang out! awesum..so..1st few hours i spent hanging out at the skewl pavillion which was great..evrybody i met wished bday 2 me..awesum feelin sehh..hahaa...pehtu..after recess..got agama class..alhamdulillah uztazah gave us the notes...kalau tak kene buat sendiri..woo best lagik!..den afta dat..got maths/accounts...wuw..heppi lagik! got my marks..so happi i got 93% fer maths and 100% fer accounts..! yeahhh!!..and d whole 3 periods..sume tak blaja..waaa...hilang tensen 1 ari..ahaha&lt;br /&gt;and masa balek i got prefects meeting and i got elected as ketua kumpulan so dat means i haf abt 5 anak buahs..waah..responsibility is sure rewarding..ahh heck wat am i saying..having POWER is nicee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back..singgah KFC...ahh org cashier cam pekak kot..i ordered 2 salads and i snack plate..but org tu kasik 1 salad 2 snack plate..i tegur sal salad tu..tapi pasal snack plate lantak ah..malas dah..but tgk2..dia charge 2 snack plate and 2 salads...well..makan jer lah!not dat i LOVE kfc..its juz dat da lewat annd i need to eat :P..aku kene jage diet siakk..ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balek2..org picit loceng..kasik oren satu kotak besar..waa..free stuff! haha..hepi lagik..den my siss called and wished happi bday..wuw my siss called frm ireland oo..sure cozt a bang cuz cakap lama gak..kesian my siss kredit sure habis punya..naseb ah i diddnt merapu bnyk2..means a lot 2 me lah..:)lagipun..if i talk..i can go fer hours..but depending on the person la..kalau best..lama la..kalau tak best..5 minit rasa cam 5 jam..i tok 2 nabil pun..kalau tak sebab dia kredit low..i can go fer hours..with naz..we bobal i tynk  2 hrs kowt..heck even i wonder how i can talk dat long sehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..i browsed frenster 2day and jumpa profile mehul;my ex primary skewl buddy..wahh lamer gila tak jumpa dia..da 4 taun ah..and he's in penang..hell id sure crash his house one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keh..i'll see u guys around then x)&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/6028257727476503899-7575521435044227810?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7575521435044227810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7575521435044227810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7575521435044227810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7575521435044227810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/bday-dayy.html' title='bday dayy'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1353668277325762015</id><published>2007-02-12T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T06:09:13.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 feb 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i updated my skin..cantek taak..hahah..wanna keep dis short cuz updatin later..woots! 2moro's my bday bud sad my parents in bali :( btw thanx fer all d bday wishes aite, eh wait i wanna leave message! (1)jan hope u get well soon aite!,(2)jan..ur girlfriend is hott..so they say..,nabil..aku jumpe kau nanti ah kalaau ada rezeki..,naz..crash umah aku ahad nieh? ,..sarah..CNY in alor star izzit?i wnna crash penang dis satrday!!!ahhh kedai tutop ke peh tah...nooooo!! hahaha...,and syahmi..STEADY AH anker tarek talii..ahahaha k dah me wanna sleep d..update 2moro INSYALLAH x)&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/6028257727476503899-1353668277325762015?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1353668277325762015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1353668277325762015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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day!!!&lt;/b&gt;...ahahah...wuw..whole day i skipped skewl and enjoyed it..haha..yesterday i got news dat i gotsa go penang fer math quiz which was a shocker so yeah..i went 2day..im d onli malay form 4 but nvm coz yin and nicholas was there =] haha..so went there pagi2..tot dat i was gonna miss bahasa class..physics..agama and maths class..but noooo...suma cikgu terlibat with  sukan so yeah..nw..we went like on our nice bus..not our bas kicap 1.haha..den we got free allowance and stationary..KOOOL..basically we got paid fer skipping class..ohhh awesumm...d maths quiz was in convent in penang btw...d skewl..hah..super-small compared to my skewl which was HUGE! wahh muker bangge sey skola besar..ahaha..well..the quiz was oukey..lets juz sayi can do it..but at parts i cant..somehow..and sume org len pun cam boleh tak boleh bwat like sama nasib gituk so nvm ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we rode back..we singgah padang kota and ate lunch..i ate wif yin and nick so..had like a dumb hot spicy plate of fried noodles which buat me saket perut and like d whole trip..well some parts made me wanna go pee..ahha..sedeyh siak..and mase balek snap photo with kek hwa skewl students;which naek ngan kitorg..yeah..they're all look relli giat gitu..more giat den me..hahaha..tercabar tercabar? heck no..:P and on the way back...as we talk abt crap..which was awesum..we sampai skola l8 and missed the whole prefect meeting!;a gud news sebab later on d meeting was actualli abt nothing but cuma prefect kena marah...haha...so best ah i tak gi! wakaka..and d best part balek skewl..call ma frenz..they cakap tak blaja papa juz agama a bit and yg len suma cikgu takda and pak ho ja masok..ehem2 pak ho..boi i was lucky not to b in dat class or else i'll die la weh of boredom!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPCAMPCAMPCAMPCAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..mayb i'll wrote a poem on how sad the camp is..cuz my senior cakap shower at nite..and d water will turn karat colour and there's lite holder but no lightbulb..wooo...u tynk dats  scary..get this..the lake at d camp?..my other senior ckp dats like a tasek kumbahan gituk..waa..UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES I SHALL HAVE hahahaahahah k dah lets sleep!&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/6028257727476503899-5892292250943007800?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5892292250943007800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5892292250943007800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5892292250943007800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rhyme!(intended to) btw..poems doesn't haf 2 rhyme..its an expression..kinda..ok d poem  is about a dude..who loves this girl so much..but at the same time..he's losing things as well..like education..family and so forth.and he's been thru shit before and can't afford to lose this girl BUT this girl cam tak repli balik his emotions kan..so..lazt2 skali..for him..he realised  better die den trying tapi sampai bila pun tak dapat!...p/s..this poem has NOTHING TO DO with me aite..its too sadcase lah..im not dat sedeyh2 wanna kill myself type of worang la..haha..enjoy it ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Untitled&lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;an unspoiled soul i have known&lt;br /&gt;delicate like sounds of sirocco&lt;br /&gt;won’t let it go l shall&lt;br /&gt;silently destroy a part of me it will&lt;br /&gt;can’t or will you ever see?&lt;br /&gt;how i care so much that its eating me up?&lt;br /&gt;admit ;feelings have been played before&lt;br /&gt;all the cuts and bruises have made me suffer&lt;br /&gt;needing you; your trust to make me tougher&lt;br /&gt;all the lies and deceit by others&lt;br /&gt;are all weapons that cuts and stabs me&lt;br /&gt;that kills me inside..bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;for i need you to make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;relieve this pain that almost killed me&lt;br /&gt;make me able to walk again&lt;br /&gt;breathe life back into this petty soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the four words that’s been rhyming consistently&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too scared for me to say nor tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is deeply making me melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even though i’m always thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yet it seems things will never be that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and ending life seems so easy with just a trigger away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;okeh dah..eh noe wat ah..told nazrin dat i ryte2 poetry..crap he's like "r u ok man?"..haha..i was like" ok la..aku tak giler lagik..ahaha..tiba2..i got d light!!"...ahaha..what a laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laz nite i called sarah 2 talk abt add maths..which was freaking hurting my freaking brain!!..ahh..and accounts..but then..can la..kinda solved my prob gak..but wallawallahuuu..i tok fer like 2 hours sehh..till near 2am..wahh...actualli i dont mind talking dat long ..sebab..i dunno..its just fun..she makes me happi..like..if it weren't for my phone..disconnecting like crap..i guess we'd still talk till 5am i guess..and she says we got chemistry..i call it karma..eh wait what's the specific meaning for karma? izzit Car-ma..as in mum's car?..hahaha..joking la wehhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm..cant wait fer camp this thurs..cos..tak larat tunggu laahh..and..im kinda sick 2day..they've been open burning like a few days d..and tuff luck my room plak air-con kene fix..den diorg buat wiring in my hse..and..elektrik takde at sum places in my hse..panjang cite pendek..i hafta sleep downstairs..which kinda sux la..k lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6028257727476503899-3566031350187117163?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3566031350187117163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3566031350187117163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3566031350187117163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3566031350187117163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6975147848592115256</id><published>2007-02-01T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:46:56.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A SPECIAL FRIEND&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend is easy to find,&lt;br /&gt;a soul is easy to search,&lt;br /&gt;to say i love you is out of line,&lt;br /&gt;but there’s only one kind of you on this earth.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From humble beginnings we know each other,&lt;br /&gt;;growing from a branch to a tree,&lt;br /&gt;i see there’s a future in front of us,&lt;br /&gt;but it’s still dark and cloudy to see.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a terribly great friend you are,&lt;br /&gt;and forever will be,&lt;br /&gt;losing you will be a great loss,&lt;br /&gt;so please don’t leave me..&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll hold you when you’re down,&lt;br /&gt;And from your face I'll take your frown,&lt;br /&gt;I only wish to make you see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you nothing but honesty.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;what you’ve given me today,&lt;br /&gt;is priceless and can’t be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve made me happy and cheered me up,&lt;br /&gt;yet thanking you i feel never adds up.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;when i talk to you,i feel i have nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;my tongue froze and my feelings start to clay,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to comfort you each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;as i feel its my responsibility to keep you at bay&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day by day i stare at the grey sky,&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i’ll ever see you before i die,&lt;br /&gt;i feel nothing could be more important to do,&lt;br /&gt;Than just being there for you,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My goal in life is to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;And as for that ,I'd walk more than a thousand miles,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need anything, all you need to do is ask,&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel that's an easy task.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So do take my hand my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;lets take this wild rollercoaster ride,&lt;br /&gt;i promise everything will be fine,&lt;br /&gt;even if it swallows all our time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-6975147848592115256?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6975147848592115256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=6975147848592115256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/6975147848592115256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tak cuci kelas awal2..cina apek nieh hampeh tul..ok la..so..camnie..sebelum nieh dia kasik kerja umah sal kita jadi lepasan SPM yg dapat result elok..pehtu kwan dia tnya petua2 utk capai kejayaan gituk..so kena tulis esei..so..dah handed in d day b4..now..guess wut,..he called me pegik depan..den told me 2 rewrite it back;which was 5 pages long!..den send it 2 his son..he will send it la..and ubah sikit..kata "u mite not noe me..but i noe u thru d internet"..pfft..Gila ka pa weh!..ada ka...bagi keja gila camnieh..hampeh..so i cakap..ok ok..den buat 3 pages onli..fark ah..gila apa..mati aku nak tulis balik panjang2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulak dah lepas tu masa fizik kan..masuk2..cikgu bagi ceramah kat kelas..dia kata dia dengar org sindir dier kata dia tak pandai cakap english..dia cakap dia frm malay medium..so tak terror english ..so..bla bla bla..COME ON GIMME A DOSE OF PHYSICS B4 I GET BORED LAAH!...haih..sadcase...and then..jeng3..agama time..keje umah 1 lori!gila **** btol!!!!..aahhhhh...suro buat nota yg tak blajar lagik pun kena buat!..hampehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 2day..happi story..like amma story!..haha..marathon dae! ran 8 kilometres..which was ok..but yeah..my legs suffered! saket kaki uhh..haha..takpe la..so..d sadcase was my perbahasan team forfit...bcoz..tak cukup org..tak cukup persediaan and..we suck..hahaha..i go and gtau cikgu bout dis terus...nabil was like a pussy wanna run away..laztli i said look..i gtau jerh..dunwuurrry laahh..den..SETTLE!...and masa ada kokurikulm nyer meeting..sorta...junior2 chinese yg masok taekwando kan..like all bobal chinese wth me..like huh?..my face cina kepek sangat ke weihhh!!..tau la nenek aku cina pehtu mak aku cina sket...takkan la cina sgt kowt....aiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since *ss* tak gi qweensbay coz ada 2sen..so..i pegi2..den jumpa her fren;jan..which was menakutkan cuz my mum was there..but anyhu..it was happier wen my fren ku8..he finally got tina..A.K.A gal of his dweams!!..hahah..aku hepi gilek kat dier..dah lamer mamat minat kat dat gal..finally got...lagipun..i guess she finally realised that looks arent that important and its the companionship&amp; what u do dat is important..ku8 dahla baek ngan dier..sanggup bwat apa saja punyer..tabik ah kat mamat tu..ngan aku pun dia sama gak perangai..so..its gud dat i tynk she finally realise that a person is remembered by what they do but not by what they look like or any part if their outer appearance...congrats again..hope they last ah..mesti punyer..ku8 sayang tina cam bapak aku sayang kete diyer..huhu..org offer kete model len pun my dad xmo..kata kete dia lagik bagos!hahaha..tabikkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..i gess i get positiv comments abt my poem..well..there's more when i haf the time..so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set..iv updated..so..tunggu a few days den i update again..INSYALLAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-angels do exist in human form-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;- happiness of other people brings joy in my life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3782857615590794953?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3782857615590794953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3782857615590794953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3782857615590794953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3782857615590794953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_8326.html' title='(='/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-5004895200808534146</id><published>2007-01-28T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T04:36:02.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;poetry macam best gituk i dunno y..so yeah..dis is a piece which definitely has tonnes of meaning to me! hope ya enjoy it or "feel" it as much as i do...concentrate ahh..hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Death of Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everything you could have been&lt;br /&gt;Everything you'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you dream about&lt;br /&gt;And everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;All the times you feel so much&lt;br /&gt;And times you let them go.&lt;br /&gt;Times you thought you wanted love&lt;br /&gt;And times you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Parts of you, you cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;Parts I'll never see.&lt;br /&gt;Parts that want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;And parts you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;All these things that make you whole&lt;br /&gt;I love like no one could.&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;In ways a lover would.&lt;br /&gt;For friends is not enough for me&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's been years.&lt;br /&gt;But love has grown to more than this&lt;br /&gt;Despite my greatest fears.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look behind these eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;The love I feel for my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Though she will never see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6028257727476503899-5004895200808534146?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5004895200808534146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=5004895200808534146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5004895200808534146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/5004895200808534146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/poetry.html' title='poetry'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3292521530320177539</id><published>2007-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:39:49.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo hooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this gonna b quick..so yeah..2day went off fine..laz nite drempt of dat bozo ..i was like walking along the corridor and we bumped den like buat tak kenal..so yeah..as its juz a dream..so yeah i dont giv a fish..haha..but yeah i dont talk 2 him much nw actli..so wondering how am i goin 2 tuisyen class with him fer d rest of d yer huh..haha...apapa pun at least i haf a peace of mind that he cannot bullshit abt myself anymore cuz how can he bullshit if dah tak bobal ngan diyer kan?..haha..abaikan abaikan..what i think in my mind is possible tho if he continues with his life and i'll continue with mine and b happi in dat way cuz the frenship can never werk out punyer i tell u ah...ala2 kes anjeng ngan kuceng lah nieh..eh lagi ganas..cheetah and panther! hahaah..ok mepek gilaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..noe wat?sarah's dad actualli noes my dad cuz my dad older den masa her dad is like housemen den my dad cam MO..like dat..woots~ like her dad frm U.S.M so my dad probabli a lecturer there back then den her dad is probabli his stewdent?..Allahuallam..yg i noe her dad noes my dad and dats all! so yeah..its actualli a good or bad thing u noeh..*sweating hahahaha..wadever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah my fren siak frm laz yer nyer 2syen class msj my hp haha..terkejot sakk..lamer tak contact dier tuhh..at 1st i never ada dianyer number pun..so yeah den ok lah dapat keep in touch kan,..oh yeah..i think im joining drama club cuz they asked me too..hahaha..den i can actcute like brad piitt and bobal like shakespeare and go mental when im angry and can bukak taekwando if i haf 2 do so..haha..lets see how it goes..cuz my skewl lotsa razcalz and emoshit ppl..hahaha..so yeah..emoshit cannot masok drama..woo..nanti diorg sedeyh siak den cannot berlakon..kakaaka...tah ah..i join juz fer d sijil..dats all ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keh dah..wanna pee&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/6028257727476503899-3292521530320177539?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3292521530320177539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3292521530320177539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3292521530320177539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/3292521530320177539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/wo-hooo.html' title='wo hooo'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-6549140670525797650</id><published>2007-01-22T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:35:05.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im updatin my blog bcoz a few days tak update kan...so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went skewl..wuw suprisingli bnyk my frenz yg read my previous post..yeah..i wasnt shocked at all...the more people yg tau..better..lagik kalau bimbo tu baca lagik bagos..ah aku bwat taktau jer kat skewl arini..jawab sepatah jer ape dier tanya..abaikan2..im more happier without thinking abt dis crap..ape yg i wanna do is just maintain with my frenz and hope they like me and yeah..b frenz and not backstabbin 2faced assholes hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday..i got back frm penang..reeeali stress remover seyh..ingat nak gi KL but uh i got taekwando and crap so yeah gi penang..but d good part is i got 2 stay at the eastern and oriental hotel...which was kinda kewl ah..and got my bdae present erli..which was gr8 as well..i got a watch btw..like i wanted initially..haha but silap 1 jer..i dok kat my bro's hse so long den miss kuar ngan her..oh  crap..sebab ..cite dier camnie..i was supposed 2 go qweensbay mall at like 5 camtu..den set2...my bro pulak..he patot join us there...so..i can meet her lah..pulak dah..dier bangun tido..so we crashed his place den my dad study with him..laz2 skali..she msj me uh...i was like..alamak..aku baru nak kuar sehh..at dat was like 7 pm d..dier dah nak balek..oh fark takde chance la katakan..oh yah..im having cuti seminggu...fer chinese new yer..so wink*wink*..hahah..eh pondan la pulak bunyinyerh..heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...my bro like my dad pressure siak..suro kawen kasik hantaran peh..lwak gilaa...pehtu my bro cam peluh2 gak ah..dier tak mintak aper lagik..kinda..but camtu ah..yeah his current gf is like preety siak...heh..:P..wdvr..oh yah im addicted 2 3rd watch rite nw...gila best gak cita tuh..spontaneous gitu...haha...k lah..i got nuthn 2 crap abt..or whine abt..juz dat ..i feel i gotta write sumthn or else org ingat aku nieh cam mat mental lepas dari hospital ke peh..lgpun..i am a great frend if u are a good frend 2 me..bukannya i want u to sembah me ke peh..just mingle with me and u'll noe what kinda person i am..i like 2 mingle ah..come on..ask arnd..heck..my REAL frenz noe me well..cam aku sepak naz naz sepak aku balek kitorg rilek jer..sebab da kamceng..dier pun tau my perangai and i oso noeh him..so yeah..and 1 more thing b4 i blah uhh...im farkin sick ah of ppl judging me bad things walhal tak reli noe me pun..like come on lah..get a life sehh..eh noe wat...to me diorg my peminat sehh..kalau tak sal diorg nak kisah &amp;amp; bobal konek sal me kan?..ahaha..k lah..enuff crappin&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/6028257727476503899-6549140670525797650?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6549140670525797650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3876828692301410768</id><published>2007-01-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:07:26.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear f**** a.k.a pharking bustart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;haha...camnie...i kinda cam ada feud lah wif dis bimbo kan..so yeah...history is i mula b his frend back when i was ending form 2...den form 3..sama2 kelas..den now form 4 da laen2 kelas...all seems gud and happi dontcha think? &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt; FUCK NO&lt;/span&gt;..wat reli ticks me off is that...dier suker talk shit behind my back to other people..den mayb pikir i dunno about it..FYI onli fools talk behind other people's backs...well..i guess he memang no brainer pun..takper lah..so yeah..back 2 wat i was saying..he kinda 'terrorised' other people's 'bridges'..meaning hubungan..kinda...den..cam ala2 tak puas ati gitu ..my best fren at skewl..he yang told me abt dis bimbo la..dier talk shit behind his back oso...being a reli2 good fren 2 him..i pun share 'ke-sakitan' dier ah...so yeah..dis bimbo still talk shit..even abt his ex...i mean &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt; GROW UP ELMO!&lt;/span&gt;..when will yew lern to grow up?..fuck ah..stop ur playboing ways ah kalau despo sangat nak isteri kan...no wonder ko pancing minah tuh sampai sekarang tak dapat2...pukimak suro orang back off la peh...ko tuh dok flirt ngan org len sapa suro?...bodo sial..eh kau tau tak..orang sumer back off tau...its ur fault u idoit..ko yang bodoh tu sal..apepe jer uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulak kan..bimbo nieh..talk shit behind my back..come on la...aku tau everything man..look...dulu..kau siap apologise lagik..ala2 humble la kan..so yeah..at 1st aku bengang babeng sampai tak cakap ngan kau..remember taak??...pastu ko mintak maap cam siol sebab org suro..den aku accept lah maaf kau tuh..eh luper plak..yg org bagi nasihat kat kau tu pun kau ejek dier macam2..eh dude..dier tau lahhh...bodoh tull..so lepas kau mintak maap kat aku..aku baik2 ngan kau semular kan..pehtu..ko buat perangai beruk kau balik!...aku mental &amp;amp; at the same time tak paham tau taaak?..kau tau tak..ramai org tak suker kat kau ah...and kau tau...kalau sumer nih satu ari xplode..mati kau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck ah..ko slalu lupa ...patotla...melayu mudah lupa..kau tak ingat..ape org dah tolong kau..kau tak ingat..kau selalu lupa..yg paling aku panas tuh kan..kau cam ada hati nak shit behind my back..walhal..ko mintak aku tolong dis and dat..kalau kau perasan..kat org len pun kau buat sama tau taaak??kau takde conscience ke peh?.macam tak malu..mintak tolong kat org tapi shit blakang dier..eh kau lemah ah..kau tau tak lemah..sebab kau tau bobal mepek je blakang org..kalau brani..come on shit ah depan muker aku!..den aku hentam kau balik!..1 kene ingat..kau banyaaak enemy..and sumer enemy kau..kawan aku..so..sekejaaap je...kau leh extinct tau tak...haih..naseb bek aku bukan org fizikal tau..tapi kalau kau fizikal ngan aku dulu..Allahuallam..eh luper..kau memang tolol kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..i hope..kau ngan aku dah end ah..i was a fool not to end this b4..giving chances was a waste of time bcoz ur a failure tau taaak..failure..so stupid..dahla kawan baek kau tuh h8 kau dah..now..congrats..uv juzt ruined another..nanti aku nak juz smack ape aku rase nieh..kat muker kau tak kisah ah kau nak cry kerh..nak buat ape keh..lantakla..aku dah tak kesah..fuck seyh buat aku pening ja bobal sal kau tau tak..haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for my bestie fer tellin me this..thank u..now..i realli noe who's my REAL frenz r..and oh yeah..its a fucking fucking nitemare dat i hafta go 2syen wif this bimbo pulak fer the rest of the yer...eh kau gendeng kan?..kalau kau tak paham lagik kata ape kau cakap ni is pasal kau..then baek kau terjun sungai jer lah...sebab anjeng pun tau aku cakap ni is pasal kau...and if aku da tak brapa cakap ngan kau..paham2 je la..and if u step on my business again..i swear to god i'll smack ur face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;MORON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3876828692301410768?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3876828692301410768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=3876828692301410768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha...well..dunno nak do what..da study..so yeah..blog uh..ahah..so yeah..yesterday after taekwando prac i went penang see my bro fer a while lah...now every saturday kene pegik saner..see muii bro..my dad help him study fer his medic exam and all..sheesh..and yeah..sara &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;gal next door&lt;/span&gt; :)  free sunday onli?..laa...sedeyh ah gilek..bile nak kuar sehh..blanja baskin robbins pun ok lah..hahah...lol..seriously baskin nyer strawberri citrus nyer drink sedaaap..ahahah..so yeah ..went qweensbay mall...looking fer a wall charger fer ma ipod..cuz..if i travel..no use tarak charger kann..so yeah..ingatkan murah..pehtu mahai lak!..takpe lah..my dad cam nak kasik jer..so i juz amek ja la..buat dunno ja..wakaka..and yeah..neva noe zooo fark was there! dia cakap dier ader there at d same time as i was..gila ka pa..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv muii mummy sehh...altho i slalu get in truble fer using fcuked up language..but yeah..its ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaooqyyNz-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RHbKPnhTuEY/s1600-h/13012007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaooqyyNz-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RHbKPnhTuEY/s320/13012007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019869450309849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahaha...&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;haha..vain fweak siaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaopMCyNz_I/AAAAAAAAACo/miSu8iOErRI/s1600-h/13012007%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaopMCyNz_I/AAAAAAAAACo/miSu8iOErRI/s320/13012007%28022%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019870021540499442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaahh..2day siak skul borink!..spend half of my day goin tuh prefects raptai..gilak ah..2moro ada perlantikan pengawas baru..so yeah..new head prefect da elect..congrats iswadi..u da man!..ahaha lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh bbbbbbb iiiiii btol...its been 2 weeks of skul..and no bahasa melayu teacher ajar kitorg..y?..cikgu maznah pindah to kelantan..so..aper skul shud do?..get a replacement teacher la bongok!..hahaha..seriousli uh i read format soalan BM..waa..takut tuu..hehehe..ingat nak amek 2syen class..but yeah..lets see how..now..the pinnacle of my sadness is..2moro!..look..i hafta bring blazer..which is a hassle..den ade PE class...den balek lambat ade EST class..den ade latihan umah sukan..den afta dat..pengsan..hahaah..ommmaaagaahhh...tired ah 2moro..oh kena bli buku EST pulak!..harem ah..penink pala..and got accounts class 2molo! oh no..boring lagik..waaa..sedeyh2..heeeeess~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah..iv done whining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-7419566810492236819?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7419566810492236819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=7419566810492236819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7419566810492236819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/7419566810492236819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/waatensen-seyh-minggu-ni_14.html' title='waa...tensen seyh minggu ni!'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaooqyyNz-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RHbKPnhTuEY/s72-c/13012007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-2811872118562439502</id><published>2007-01-10T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:52:15.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well...its been more than a week of skewl..suck yeah!...kenal2 sumer cikgu dah...hurm..cikgu dat yang paliing pot pet is cikgu C.H.Lim ah..my english teacher..memang macam tauke cina...haha..pot pet pot pet pastu..ulang line faveret dia...APA BOLEH BUAT!!..hahah..lawak gilak...org camnie buat aku ceria heppi tau taaak!?!?....not those strict teachers yg ajar wif rotan..haha...so..yeah..new to add maths and biology ..physics and so on...but all...ok la..can handle lah...but accounts 1st chapter a bit...sukar..not susah..but sukar..hahaha...can do lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so yeah..went to skewlhouse nyer training kan..best woo...pak hamid takda...so..kurangla strict skit..baju takyah tut in..kalau pak hamid..siap ah..giat nak mampos...haha..oh yah..yin cakap..takyah pegik training pun takpa..cikgu tak marah..i was like..pala hotak la weh..cikgu cakap wajib pegi and selalunya tak pegi sure kena denda punyer..so abaikan2..pehtu petang tuh..dia tak pegi ja bleh...haahah..later dis mornin..PAP!..nama kamu dipanggil!..haha..disebabkan ke JAMBU-an yin zheng dao..denda papa...org len...taktaula...but actualli memang kena lari 3 round padang..pak hamid takda...esok baru pegi skewl:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here's a photo of me wif mr.blur at skewl nyer prac yesterday..sumer muker siak..ala..camwhore skit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaTsCyyNz9I/AAAAAAAAACY/NjJvKb8iKGw/s1600-h/08012007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaTsCyyNz9I/AAAAAAAAACY/NjJvKb8iKGw/s320/08012007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018395417533861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okeh...pehtu..a ..well..unique experience la 2nite...aku dok kat umah tao..dok sembang ngan ayah cik..bobal2..pehtu..kawan2 my dad sampai umah..my mum was like bingit suro turon bawah pegik salam..i was like..gimme a minute ma!..so yeah..i stopped biler ade mamat nieh datang atas pg toilet my bro tau..so i turon..salam2 peh..den masok guess room..sume dalam cite nieh..4 org tau..yg dalam guess room 2 org..sorang pompuan ..i tynk la..sorang lagik..err..CAMPOR!..haha..so.. 2 2 baring ..pompuan atas sofa..sorg lagik kat bwah...so..mase slam ngan pompuan..dahla cun..tak kesaah ah..yg sorg lagik..err.."pelik"..dier siap cakap "sori2" ala lembut2 gitu..ingat dier kacau kite ke peh kan..i pehtu senyom and chow ah..altho openminded...i takla bleh direct 1-on-1 wif gay/trans ppl u noeh!..haih..naek atas..stayed there!..ask my mum whu was dem..mak cakap mamat campor tuh stay neer my skewl..kat stesen kereta api..i was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..dats a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whore!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..takpela...diorg stayed fer dinner..but tak tido at my hse..PHEW!..sebab nak pi KL kot..naek flight..aisey..i sat in front of mat campor u noeh..makan pun tak kenyang..tahla...chipsmore was around my head..so yeah..i was thinking crazily...wat can do??..diorg tuh cam nak help dis kinda ppl la..3 org lagik tuh wif AIDS nyer organization kot..so yeah..expect a lot of weird ppl lah..my dad giat ah kempen2 kesedaran AIDS cam gituk :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after dat..naek atas..called naz..maen comp sumer..haih..diyer pun gelak tau takk...hahaha..i gess im having nitemares 2nite&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-2811872118562439502?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2811872118562439502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=2811872118562439502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2811872118562439502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/2811872118562439502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RaTsCyyNz9I/AAAAAAAAACY/NjJvKb8iKGw/s72-c/08012007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-1669307658637373854</id><published>2007-01-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:29:46.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss yew</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;sometimes expressing how &lt;strike&gt;a person’s feelings&lt;/strike&gt; my feelings is so hard..but a part of this song does..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you-blink 182&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hello there, the angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;We'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I miss you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I miss you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Where are you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;I need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;Webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;indecision to call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;and hear your voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;Stop this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Don't waste your time on me &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:lime;"&gt;I miss you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;okeh fark..enuff emo..skit lagik i’ll cry like a wuss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-1669307658637373854?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1669307658637373854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6028257727476503899&amp;postID=1669307658637373854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1669307658637373854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028257727476503899/posts/default/1669307658637373854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-yew.html' title='i miss yew'/><author><name>megat mohd fakhri(jean dumont)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/TM1MsojaM5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/ESQKNyod4EA/S220/IMG00426-20100802-1510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-8116258438130507529</id><published>2007-01-06T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:08:57.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod puteh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walawei..its been 2 days straight i can't sleep well at nite..i dunno why..but yeah..so hard nak tido..mimpi pun tak aper pun tak! hampehh..hope 2nite can sleep well lah..mayb bcoz i havnt got much sun or..too&lt;br /&gt;excited wif skewl?..bahs..dunno lehh..and..makan pun lupa! yesterday terlupa abt lunch and dis mornin lupa abt brekfast! aiseh..body aku da muler nak mepek ah hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..2syen started dah..yesterday(friday)..went for physics class..but din go fer the add maths class mase malam tuh bcoz..i tak bli calculator!hahahah..lame excuse sehh..nvm ah..fiziks klass was oukey...banyak chinese..and the teacher was great..ajar bagus..i dapat tangkap everythin..:) hees~ happi happi...and found out the teacher tot my dad in skewl wen he was in kolej...haha..but my dad cakap diyer tak paham ape cikgu tu ajar..wahahah..tak paham pun laz skali jadik gak doc! hard werk kot..study hard not study smart..tak paham pun takpa! wakaka joking joking..and i pelik..ade org take so many tuisyen classes that diorg takde masa nak study sendiri..and..chill..cam tu ah..im not saying dat too much 2syen tak bagos..memang bagos..but for me..lagi banyak tuisyen..lagi less independant kiter..and less happi..more stress..and so on..its a subjective thing..so yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..i got an ipod video 30 GB fer my prezzie coz i got gud results on d last exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RZ-n425HFfI/AAAAAAAAACI/nBBToBdQf04/s1600-h/06012007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RZ-n425HFfI/AAAAAAAAACI/nBBToBdQf04/s320/06012007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016913105163589106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it in white..juz like i wanted..i want white nak stand out sket..all guys sume pakai black kan..ahaha..im weird i noe..btw..it coz arnd RM1249..and i got the xmas pack which includes a money clip,a headfone manager thingy,3 rubber skins;in the pic is clear-white and a screen protector...kire ok ah..i put d songs in my ipod..sumer lagu  dalam komputer aku boh dalam ipod..nyahaha..500 songs..tu pun nak terputos telinga dengar..wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 2day i learnt a valueble "lesson"-ish la...hurm..dat is tak sume orang d same as me or bersependapat seperti saya, not all people are the same and we as humans are free to choose whats in front of us..i mean nobody can force us to do the things that we dun want..we have the freedom to choose..ok camnie tau..i pegi skewl arini..ader meeting pengawas..pehtu..i sembang2 ngan fahmi masa balek..i talk to him abt nak masok/continue ke tak perbahasan team ...i said takmau bcoz bz sangat..gila ke peh training perbahasan sampai 1 ari den tak blaja terus..fer like a few days in a week! kalau 1 ari ja takpa ah..cam kuiz kan..ni camtu..so,..fahmi cakap..diyer takmo..and i oso takmo..i said banyak org terror lagik..tu ah..den..i realised..masa yasir suro i masok..suro2..i cam "hey..kalao i tynk its not gud fer me..den buat apa masok?..buat rosak badan jeh"..den it hit me lah..hehehs..and yeah..fahmi cakap nak amik 12 subjs fer SPM..yg satu lagik is tasawuf al quran..wuw..aku terkejot siak..tak terpikir pun org minat/diyer amik benda camtuh...tabik spring ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh ah..lets update some other tyme! nyahaha&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/6028257727476503899-8116258438130507529?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8116258438130507529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3378636367515034317</id><published>2007-01-04T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:25:43.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dermalogica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi! okeh..arini kanz..best gak?..ok ah...cheh..irritating day btol..budak maen loceng aku da tak kesah ah..naek muak dahh..haha..so arini da dapat masok kelas..i got in 4 omega..which..ramai giler chinese..but uh..ok ah..my class dahla kecik..meja kerusi pun tak cukup siakk..geram btol..abt 12.15 kitorg da disuro sampai kelas..den sampai2..budak2 band..slengeh!!!haha..curik meja krusi kitorg..namun begitu,setengah meja2 dan kerusi2 dapat diselamatkan..kemalangan jiwa dilaporkan tiada...haha..lol..okeh dah..meja takda..den pak ho pulak selamba ja suro carik meja sendiri..macam haram..pehtu hilangkan diri cam hantu..haha..kitorg rase fucked up la kan..den pukol 12.50 kene blah plak ..pegi meeting fer skul house!..sampai masa tu lah..meja takda..sunday nieh..taktau la ..meja krusi dahla MIA...hahaah...gila ke peh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..went 2 the meeting..met a few seniors...haha..fom 6 tuh..semua biols..haha..kan meeting buat dalam dewan asrama B kan..kecik tul asrama tuh..so..sendat ah penuh org..btw..senior besar kan..peluh ah...mashemm!!!..mashem peluh!!busyuk mashem!!hahaha =P..so yeah..talk 2 nabil thru the whole meeting..taktau ape goin on pun..bila suro angkat tangan..angkat..bila boring..sembang..tu je la..muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siak..tadi i went out wif my mum..2 register fer my 2syen classes kan..b4 dat singgah dermalogica..bought me face wash..sensitiv skin nyer..mak aku bingit ah..100 bux over fer a fuggin face wash..haha..she started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RZ0L4IPEYNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/61kmLicT7ls/s1600-h/04012007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivRTbfe6BaY/RZ0L4IPEYNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/61kmLicT7ls/s320/04012007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016178618871865554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okeh..lepas tuh ..aku pegik register 2syen classes..so..2moro im startin..taking physics and add maths..morning and nite..:P..boring lagik...hahahaa...so yeah..afta dat pegi union bukstore...haha..bayangkan aku bli buku rujukan kan..pehtu mase  q..mak aku q kat sini..org q kat sane..cam cashier kat tengah2 kan..bodoh..patot they q kat sebelah sini..behind my mum..den..bile da ramai..diorg suro bratur belah my mum..den bile camtue..diorg dilayan dulu..like fark!..haha..so..my mum bengang sia..den lepas customer ke 3;last 1..den my mum angry cakap kalau ade sorang lagik lepas ni.kite leaving...wooo~~ takut...hahah..naseb bek tak leave..kalau leave..tak bace ah buku tuhh..haha..and yeah..i saw dis gal..ape ahh...athirah kot namer diyer..she's my kawan nyer gf btw..so yeah..takla se "hot" as i wud think..ok la..besa ja..lol...dahla..skit2 cukup bobal..bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do chickens cross the street?..easy..to end up in KFC! agaga agaga gagaga..wassup doc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028257727476503899-3378636367515034317?l=prick-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prick-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3378636367515034317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028257727476503899.post-3542727768771339858</id><published>2007-01-03T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:50:03.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing temper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih..arini memang wayar aku putus ah...1st off..skewl hectic...talk abt dat later...den..budak2 retard picit loceng pastu lari lagik...wtf ah..mak aku da 2 kali sound diorg tau tak..main skali lagi siap ah..camtu..den my dad like dah chase diorg balik umah aritu..haha..yes..its chronic..haha..den arini mase aku tengah exercise dalam umah kan..diorg picit..aku bwat dunno..diorg picit..aku buat dunno..after a few times aku da panas ah..telinga dah bengang..dahla peluh2 panas kan...pehtu aku turun bwah den diorg tengah picit aku scream "aku bunoh korang kut!"..lol..tahla.. aku tengah anger semacam gitu..kalau ikutkan aku kejar &amp; taboh diorg ah..naseb baek my dad ade kat situ..kalau tak..aku dah bwat tak kesah dah..fuck..angin siaa aku..skali bukak tae kwan do kot!!! hiaaaah!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh..dah cool down..kat skewl arini orientasi still goin on..im taking science plus account bdw..den den..cikgu fauzi...the...panzee! haha...cikgu IT kan..bagi cam speech..cam sial ah diyer tuh...y?..diyer strict tak tentu arah and suro orang gelak kat dier punyer tak lawak punyer lawak..cam kambeng btol..i tak ske sgt dia bcoz dulu i accompany ma fren main game dlam makmal IT..dah lepas PMR kan..ade 20 org kot of us..den main2..tiba2 dia masok.."ooo..ingat cikgu taktau hampa dok maen game ah?kalau hampa suma takmau nak blajar..u all can GET OUT!!!!"..macam sial kitorg kene blah gitu..haha..walhal dah abis PMR kan..rilek ah..den dalam kelas dia ajar pun..cam haram..boring nak mampos...so..yeah..im not taking IT bcoz it sux and d teacher sux ass...muahahahah..best ah ..maki org hilang tensen..wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den cikgu biologi pulak kasik speech..haha..garang gitu..tapi..bila tanya sapa suka biologi/nak amik biologi?..sumer angkat tangan gitu..sal ape?..sal diyer cantekk...wtf ah..hahah..and kat skewl..jumpa adek zaf..haha..laen rupa cam abang dia..lol..and balik skewl pulak lambat! cam harun..meeting pengawas tu..sekejap ja..tapi..ader prefects  datang lambat la peh la..den kene ulang balik aper cikgu cakap la..macam siol!...hahaa..den sabtu nih plak kene datang skewl untok gotong royong hias bilik pengawas...haih..ingatkan nak pegi penang awal bli ipod tuh...takpela pegi after lunch sehh...gotong royong ok peh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi pulak..sarah ask..i tynk she's mad tho..ader org yang unwanted msj her..den ask if i giv her number..haih..i din giv bdw...fuck siaa...diyer kater mamat tuh rebut2 dier cam dier nih prize..macam haram..guy tu pun cam bahlol jerh actli..bukan nak kata..tapi kebenaran..muahaha..suare cam budak tak baligh lagik..hahahaaha..grow up bois..bile nak jadik man..gtau aku..hahahaaha..aku da mature..korang takk..tu sal korang tengok  sesame street lagik...hahaha..dah nak pecah perot aku gelak lwak sendiri..wakaka..pehtu takpela..nanti i'll help her out..ala..actli kan..buat bodo jerh...buat2 jer..tapi pandai ..hees~ :)...oh yah...ader sorang nieh..driving me to d edge...sori pak long..im so sori ...i didnt meant to giv it to dat person ur num num ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh dah! tag me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img
