<?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-7003314540396949368</id><updated>2012-01-27T01:07:42.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMO RANTINGS</title><subtitle type='html'>momo lived by the truth and gone with the truth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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the most expensive premier league footballer at a cost of 50 million pound. he is a striker whose naturally is asked to score goals and judging by his 5-10 goals so far, it seems a goal is at 10 million a pop. which of course a very expensive affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living up to price tag or a rather simple layman word, expectation, does put a lot in the mind of who is expected. 50 million for example, people definitely be thinking 'this guy will win us the holy grail' or be expected to score regularly if not in each of the games he plays, but the fact that matter is, the mind gets burden with unnecessary entanglements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever u do, if u do it with messy head of course it will not be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just done watching victoria secrets fashion show. of course my eyes were fixed at massive show of whatever-u-know-lah. tipu le if i say i did not stare to those fantastic bombastic stuffs on show. but another amazing thing i saw was how fit these birds were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the flat tummy,of course thats the most essential i guess?, the bodies were great. i am not talking about the buxom thing. but the curves. the way they tanned the figure. sweet lord i believe they must have got techniques to maintain their bodies super good these super model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the smiles. i still trying to figure how these models just know when and how to smile. just perfect at most right moment.&lt;br /&gt;and of course they got maroon 5 performing in the midst of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7744963241357518033?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7744963241357518033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-9203718606607937386</id><published>2012-01-20T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:01:14.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thighs and stockings. &lt;br /&gt;they both are designed to do the same job.&lt;br /&gt;but they dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pair of thigh are comfortable, practical but a pair of stockings are more exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine thigh vs ... er... fishnet stockings? &lt;br /&gt;does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my life to be full of stockings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-9203718606607937386?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6506719551905163094</id><published>2012-01-12T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:58:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same thing different meaning</title><content type='html'>two finger is one of them. its an insult and at the same time, a sign of good. victory. or something. how come both of them, contradicting but sharing the same sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched around 20-25 movies in the whole 2011. i am talking movies at the cinemas. alone. pretty hard moviegoers i am. i enjoy the surrounding of the theater. convenient. some of the times got quite chilly ones, and the seats dint recline much give me hard bottom and cramp hips. other than those few incidents, all were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 started with Don 2. amazed with how bollywood progressed so far in film making industries. of course the main stuffs still there -  colors, movies, seducing dances, etc etc - but in term of the story line, plots, i can tell they are at par if not better compare to hollywood. i am no fan shahrukh khan or any actor or actress for that matter, but i enjoy watching him and amitabh bachan, and raajni.  they got this aura going on and most movies involving them, shot high up box offices. girls. erm. dont have anybody in mind. spare me those sexual enticing stuffs. that does not give any effect to me. dont get me wrong i am straight but come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i was trying to tell u about this great real life story made film. The Devils Double. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u gotta watch this. seriously. the best ever documentary film - i think. its about a double for saddam hussein's son, Uday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they found this guy Latif Yahya, who looked like Uday Saddam Hussein and he was forced to be the double for Uday. meaning Latif would be doing what Uday did or had to do. The reason they did this was to ensure the safety of Uday Saddam Hussein. at all cost. Nothing was spared from this guy Latif yahya. they did surgery on his face, and body to make sure he looked like Uday 100%. they even threatened to cut short his penis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this double did all the PR stuffs as the son of Saddam Hussein. during the time Iraq invaded Kuwait, this double told he survived atleast 2 times attempted murder. and while he faced the bullets, the real Uday was fucking women and drinking in Geneva, Beirut, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u got to watch this. i cant tell enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6506719551905163094?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6506719551905163094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6506719551905163094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6506719551905163094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6506719551905163094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2012/01/same-thing-different-meaning.html' title='same thing different meaning'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7365878732071247658</id><published>2012-01-06T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:43:08.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever i'm out 4 things i never leave. My wallet, phone, car keys, and wrist watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit uncomfortable if i left one of them. Any of them. Biar pun walet tu kosong, but having it on my back pocket make me feel complete somesort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayden pattienerre (pretty sure i got that wrong) is so hot. My type. Definitely. Shes on Diva playing Amanda Knox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the story about Amanda Knox who was accused of murdering Meredith Kutcher her house mate. But despite her super unconvincing story over several interrogations by the police, authorities, she was free. The way she acted very cool and mysteriously joyful after the murder, public was outraged by the outcome of the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very high profile it was to the extent international relation between britain and the us became a bit strain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7365878732071247658?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7365878732071247658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7365878732071247658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7365878732071247658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7365878732071247658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2012/01/whenever-im-out-4-things-i-never-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7751597051591369439</id><published>2012-01-05T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:04:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i read something which i left for some many months.&lt;br /&gt;bukan ape, macam catching up je la kan.&lt;br /&gt;mom called, we had great chat, thats why i kinda felt wanting to know whats going on for all these months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i am quite startled&lt;br /&gt;and surprised how a girl just like i knew sometime ago&lt;br /&gt;became a super stranger not only to me, but to everyone knows her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what schools, academic schools dont teach, it what u got by living ur life.&lt;br /&gt;and it will be among the greatest experiences i ever live to, bar none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliet was mistakenly saw dead and romeo gulped the very poison he thought juliet took to end her life. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde once uttered, " faithless knows the pleasure of love, it is the faithful that scarred by tragedies of love " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mom said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" dia halal kan whatever susu badan, hutang piutang, budi, whatever yang u got since the day u were born, and the fact that mama sangat sayangkan u, and will always love u even everyday dia ingatkan dan terkenang kan u. and dia maafkan segala salah silap u dari awai sehinggalah pada akhir u mati atau dia mati. dan dia jugak mintak ampun sekiranya ada salah silap dia pada u. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my late father words for u rather simple : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" family that u were born in, thats the most important people in your life " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he sincerely asked me to sampaikan direct to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure i will never see u again, so i am telling u what they conveyed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cruel, this story is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the cruelest often told in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7751597051591369439?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7751597051591369439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6936746074904989554</id><published>2011-12-30T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:32:33.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It cud be fun</title><content type='html'>2012 is coming. 2011 is leaving. for me as of personally, 2011 has been a mix of good, bad, and worse moments. but nonetheless 2011 has been kind to me and of course in a way or another, it is a year to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginning the year i was blessed with great change where i met a wonderful, sweet, girl. i was very thankful God got me to know her no matter how we ended up. i admit we had good, if not great, moments together and for that i thank her. it was a great experience and certainly i will never forget it. and her. &lt;br /&gt;then my phd studies progressed into the last three semesters and even though it is slow compared to things as are now, i would say i will meet the deadline to submit my thesis on June 2012 on the very least. and of course things still on track now. &lt;br /&gt;i learnt new sports, hobbies, and i tried to understand some. i took up swimming, something i have always wanted to but every time i tried in the past, i failed. partly because of me scared of the water so much that it took all my interest away. the other surrounding i am scared stiff of, is the height. &lt;br /&gt;squash is another i tried and to my own suprise, i like it. mainly because it can be played under a roof so it has no problem with rainy days not like tennis. on many accounts, i was devastated of not having the chance to play tennis due to the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all the positives i had all over 2011, one thing that ripped all them apart is the death of my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt see it coming at all. we knew he got problems with his health but death is something we completely overlook. &lt;br /&gt;it was a week or so after raya puasa, and i remembered when i salam and kissed his hands before coming to USM that sunday, his hands were firm not like before. as if he really clutched my hands.  i was told he was fasting for puasa 6 on that monday the day he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this, he got some chest pains even during his time working. not only that, he also had some problem with his sugar level however mom did all she could to control how he lived his life. how he took the food and all. but the problems became worse when he stopped working. he became a tad too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;he knew something was really wrong and we got him admitted twice to Sg Petani GH. his body wasnt processing well and the liquid wasnt coming out. his body became a sponge some sort. the second time it was over a case of chest pain. but the results came out, well even though it was at that time, he needed to do some stress test to this heart.&lt;br /&gt;the news came few months after that the doctors found the risk of having blocked arteries. so he was seriously asked to consider one procedures which i forgot what its called, but it involved injecting colored liquid into arteries around his heart and as it flows the doctors would be able to spot the blockage if the liquid stops somewhere. we did some research on that and he and mom referred to several second, third, opinions. &lt;br /&gt;father said yes, he was doing the procedure. and the government approved the financial need for the complete surgery and everything. it was all set good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few weeks before he was scheduled to undergo the surgery, i think, he got cold feet and decided it was best NOT to do the procedure. we did asked him why however we accepted whatever he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;the time was at maghrib, and mom waited outside the prayer room for unusually long period. she went in to check my father. and found out that he was terhuyung hayang during tahiyyah before falling to the side. they tried in vain to recuperate him but i guess it was done for him. i got the dreaded phone call from a neighbour saying father fell, but i thought it was something to do with his low sugar level. &lt;br /&gt;and when i arrived home about 9.15pm, i knew it was worse than just a fall. but i wasnt expecting my father lying there dead. at all.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always say 'Id rather live a life of "oh wells" than a life of "what ifs" ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the accounts of my fathers death, and sara, i think i did all i could. or at least i tried everything i ever think of, that may change the situations. or better them.&lt;br /&gt;we referred my father case to almost all his known acquittance who worked in that field or talked to those experienced the procedures before. the problem with that procedure i told about there is a great risk of him having a sudden heart attack during the procedure and it could be lethal. and even after the surgery, they may put a tiny spring into the blockage artery to open it up and that also comes with risk. quite a risk. so it was really 50-50 chance.&lt;br /&gt;sara, though, was more complicated but all i was doing was to try change her heart. i know the heart decides everything, and i was prepared to risk all for it. all the hanging out, late night movies, etc, all worth every inch trouble. on one very early morning i stood there at Putra Palace,  and on another morning i spent scouting all over UKM. but of course i failed. and i just realized how powerless i was when i walked into her dad's home (it was very daunting but it was all good) and been told about everything. i dont know whether i should wait for her version of things but life must go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get through things even though they cant get over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a good, colorful year 2011 for me and i hope 2012 will bring more excitement. resolutions dont really work, do they? of course they dont if u set them to be super high like trying to be thin even if u weight 120kilos and eat 5 times a day. or maybe trying to have babies without having even a girlfriend or a wife. it just dont really gonna work, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i got to do resolutions just like others, then in 2012, i would want to settle my phd and maybe go on a destination-less trips across malaysia driving. just u and ur mates (or ur girlfriend or girlfriends! ) and open roads. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blast 2012 u allllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6936746074904989554?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7211551280165630570</id><published>2011-12-22T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:47:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the good thing about being urself is, theres not a single reason for u to lie about anything. if u start lying - deliberately, and for whatever reason i dont give a bakers fuck about - in order to keep the same degree of the stories, u need to tell the same lie to the other persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time two times three times yes it will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but give it 30-40 times, the stories somehow got distortions. people will atleast doubt at some parts of the whole pictures. and thats not including those moments when u cant control ur anger or sadness where u may blurted out some the lies without u knowing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long ago i did discuss about types of lies people throw. the hardest is outright lie. the easiest is, dont-ask-dont-admit lie. and with shades of greys of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying is something i dont want people to do to myself, and rightfully i dont want to, to others. because in my simple life i dont have the need to lie. or speak of untruths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can accept the cuts by knives, or debris somewhere anywhere anytime no matter what ever reason it might be or how deep it is. i can accept even the harshest words onto myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the deepest of them all is LIE. not many survived about being lied upon to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7211551280165630570?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Breaking yawn is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1115731242194315112?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1115731242194315112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1115731242194315112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1115731242194315112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1115731242194315112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-responsibility-lets-face.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1407819541138516413</id><published>2011-11-19T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:40:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pun tak berape paham cane senarnye nak main skuash. Not that i dont know sgt, i know la the tecnicals of the equipments, basic idea and all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp the strategy aku tak paham sgt. Shot selection for example. Kalau kita kt tengah, shud we push the back or to the front? And each shot sebenarnya ada consequences dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U bagi bola ke depan, then ur opponent might reach it and his shot pun u tatau what kind. And u kena react to reach ur opponent  shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. Watched lots of squash matches since i picked up this sport.tp still a bit confused. Now watching lee wern vs i dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this lee wern lembik. I mean shes good tp kinda...lembik la.compared to nicol, shes not up to it. Shot selection pun not good. I know la sbb attacking shots dia not really attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp mebi shes tired kot. Dah set ke 4. Ah.she tinned the ball. Done.abis.lost the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis i know more la. For example tennis use the whole arm. Ur choice of shot depends pada how ur racquet held. If u pgg the reket and corner of frame yg dekat dgn ur body lebih tinggi, chances the ball going very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U stroke the ball in line with the holder, u ball will go right if u right hand player. Left it u r left handed. The ball spins horizontal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1407819541138516413?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1407819541138516413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1407819541138516413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1407819541138516413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1407819541138516413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/11/pun-tak-berape-paham-cane-senarnye-nak.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6820615025287964801</id><published>2011-11-16T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:20:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like things i like belong to me&lt;br /&gt;my car is my second home, er, my third home after the rent house (obvious sgt kot)&lt;br /&gt;everything is in there.if i happen to catch a disease, u'll probably gonna found the cure there.somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;most of my happy times do happen in a car,although being with sara doesnt matter where i dont care&lt;br /&gt;speed isnt everything but pleasure in speed does it for me&lt;br /&gt;a fact-i havent change my two rear tires because they look and feel alright. And safe&lt;br /&gt;another fact. Bought my car all by myself from head to toe.including those loan.downpayment. So fuck off people i dont like being in my car&lt;br /&gt;they say white is the new black.well they just cant let go of black. It just confirm black is the coolest. My car black colour.my car coolest?&lt;br /&gt;It does speed like prancing horse but it roars like lion. Ask sara she was tingling with happiness i gave it the beams when we were out&lt;br /&gt;maybe shes excited because of me?dont push it i know but i'd give it a chance. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6820615025287964801?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6820615025287964801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6820615025287964801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6820615025287964801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6820615025287964801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-things-i-like-belong-to-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3513981253723337132</id><published>2011-11-07T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:07:30.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fact that matters is you hope. Because it may be the only thing u can do. You do all preparatory work, research, hints, homework, analysing, ask, everything including praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hope is two edge sword. too much u'll bleed of emotion. too little you drown of insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;But people continue to hope. Because at times its the only matter that left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how kind people you are, you hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3513981253723337132?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3513981253723337132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3513981253723337132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3513981253723337132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3513981253723337132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact-that-matters-is-you-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1776081199252298150</id><published>2011-10-26T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:44:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv shows when i was sooo young</title><content type='html'>tomorrow deepavali so i had so much spare time so i wondered in youtube and just click this and that. i got bored of songs and videoclip and i tried searching for odd tv series i watched when i was soooo young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them is this, The Fall Guy. basically it was something involving a GMC truck and i was awed by this vehicle 'ability' to jump over things. of course it was only a decent farmer 4x4 truck and wasnt mean to jump over fire or high edges but i believed it could just because the show showed it can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2l3a7lsEgFM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another of series was a helicopter show. Airwolf. Thanks to the series, I managed to draw a perfect helicopter in my drawing sheet with that turbo exhaust just behind the heli body. And making me believe that Airwolf is the fastest helicopter in the world (although they just speed up the film to make it look very fast! ) and the pilots helmet. come on. that was the coolest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P5xc9VxXNq0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next should had given me the edge to become more creative or sort but it failed. one reason was because i didnt really care how the man managed to escape from the baddies everytime even with the most limited source of escape route. the other reason must be i dont care to be one creative guy at all. haha. macgyver people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PNl9M5TxGC8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitt was a normal trans-am american muscle. but this show in the 80s told me how magical a car can be. with those horizontal running lights on front bonnet, and how the centre console keep talking to the hero, i was sold out. i didnt know it only a trans-am. all i knew the car name was knight rider. i got my small knight rider model when i was maybe 4. but i torched it with bunga api when i was 7 i think. i still remember that torching, because my inside paha got burned and kena tarik telinga dengan ayah. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mo8Qls0HnWo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many series, cartoons when i was young. all of them managed to keep us glued on tv for hours. i remember asking my dad to tape them on VHS because we went to kelas agama. skipping class wasnt really an option because that mean another bulu ayam waiting. so the best solution was we three went to kelas agama and ayah tape the cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1uS5b8aQ6z8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nLS2N9mHWaw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sM7Jx8oggCE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u really young only once. i hope it was well for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mine in a the greatest possible way. cudnt think of a better childhood period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1776081199252298150?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1776081199252298150/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2l3a7lsEgFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2280684420600814666</id><published>2011-10-06T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:42:35.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It works there, but it shouldnt mean it will work here</title><content type='html'>for a reason or another, things that worked at certain places/ situation, dont really  certain to work at some other places/ situations. for example u may go naked on bondi beach, keratong, kuta, st tropez beaches but in feringghi u got to go atleast with a pateo and decent shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any shorter than that, many will see it as an offensive. but i can assure u it will be just alright to my eyes. of course i will peek and be ogling, never the less a girl in two piece seems okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a few historic things happened. steve jobs died. and i just knew he and my late father were the same old when they die. 56. he died today or yesterday at least, my dad passed away early this month. then we got the excitement about tomorrow's parliamentary session budget announcement by PM Najib. of course all civil servants will be waiting for good things. tax exemption this and that. but the thing they all waiting is whether theres a bonus or increment in salary. i should say anything good about money is what they most welcome. then socrates, brazilian legend in football is urging the brazil fa to hire guardiola or the great cryuff to lead the national team. he said this because these two play entertaining attacking football which are hallmark of brazilian national teams of past but they no longer play that way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i find it amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are excellent coach and both had/ has their greatest times as manager/coach at the same club - barcelona. cryuff was at barcelona as player and coach. his second stint as coach started in 1988 and was blessed with a great team. of course with what at his disposal, barcelona emerged as one of the great european teams. guardiola played under cryuff before played some football in italy and arab nations. he returned as barcelona's B team coach and promoted to first team after departure of rijkaard in end of 2008 season. not suprisingly, he also was blessed with great players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall rest my case before i embarrass  myself because these two are highly respected figure in football. but if u put lets say guardiola managing manchester city, i dont think the results are the same as he manages barcelona. one good reason is the team barcelona now (and at the time he took over) consist of great players which do all the wonders on the field. the way they play the game is mold throughout the junior years and of course by product of the great footballing academy La Masia. even if u put the average coach incharge of barcelona of today, he would hailed as much as the world is hailing guardiola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2280684420600814666?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2280684420600814666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2280684420600814666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2280684420600814666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2280684420600814666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-works-there-but-it-shouldnt-mean-it.html' title='It works there, but it shouldnt mean it will work here'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8856703139426431653</id><published>2011-09-25T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:12:12.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It gets very lonely these days. Super lonelier infact. To a point i wish to be born senseless, so that i can be emotionless. Which is a good thing to be during these testing times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically my rights to mourn, cry, to feel sad, are ripped away by big responsibilities suddenly mounted on my tiny shoulders. i had to shunt those away from myself, and people around me so that we can get on and move on. And do the right things we needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that we want to forget about these pain but i imagine that what he would want us to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love, the memories are forever be cherished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8856703139426431653?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8856703139426431653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8856703139426431653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8856703139426431653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8856703139426431653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-gets-very-lonely-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5042458960680720209</id><published>2011-09-09T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:46:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world cup starts today. Cant wait to get back home asap. With my couch, a bottle peel fresh alovera drink, and my tv. All are ready and good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Blacks are always favourite at every world cup campaigm. But i'm rooting for the Red Roses. England. They have the best no.10 in the world! Haha of course Dan Carter fans gonna mock me for that but hey Johnny my boy Wilkinson is really a wonder. He won it for England before in '03. He carried lacklustre England in the lost final '07. Sweet left boot. Great rugby mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside is raining kucing dan tikus.but i'm off once it light up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Loww, sweet chariot, carrying me home. Go England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u were here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VT1-sitWRtY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5042458960680720209?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5042458960680720209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5042458960680720209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5042458960680720209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;br /&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4065744811023946224?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2421393435655506009</id><published>2011-09-04T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:56:04.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am sleeping in my car. Balik futsal ng budak2 ni pun dah 2.30 am, i dont think ade orang at my dad's place still awake. Ala biase le. Main tadi b4 midnight pun dah siap. Minum2, gelak2 tu yang lama gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind lah. Ini saat indah pe. Tido lam keta sendiri. Hehe #memorablemoments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many yg suprised i managed to stay lepak at this hour. Before i dont and paling lewat, 10pm i'd be gone home. Before i continue, lemme explain yg these i do when i'm back home je. If stay kt usm, lepak sampai pagi pun takpe. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is that when i'm home, i got this necessity to respect my parents. Meaning i always avoid to go out at nights and stay lepak at wee hours. I felt they are slightly disturbed by that. Theres no curfew at all at home, and yes i am 28 so i'm no small kid anymore. But if i can, i will avoid doing things they dont approve on. Staying with friends till 2.30am is one of the many things. The others include bring home a girl, begayut on the land line, smoke cigar, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala, dorang respect me,so i guess natural la if i want to return the favor. Boleh je want to do anything but berpada pada n gune otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight i told them i'll be coming home late, and dad just said ok. I dont to wake them up so i guess i'll stay in car till an hour or so or till morning la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segan lah nak kejut2 and all. Ala, it just 2 hour to 6am. Rilek je le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp tadi sembg2 with my old school mates mmg bring back all the memories la. Smua lawak2 still work and we all laughed like nobody bisnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If like this memang we all gonna stay form 5 all our lives! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2421393435655506009?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2421393435655506009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2421393435655506009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2421393435655506009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2421393435655506009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/09/am-sleeping-in-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3953306296262399885</id><published>2011-09-01T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:20:08.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many problem solveable with the use of money. I should also add that not all problem are solved by money. But lets not take anything away, money does matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, the greatest enrichment is power. With power, comes money but it cant be equate vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from massive collection of houses, estates, cars n supercars, i'd like to use money -if one day it comes down from sky in very super large quantities- for charities and scholars. It may sound sweet and all but even I got good dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would start with scholarships. To sponsor a child studying degree from head to toe, roughly 25k rm is needed. So for a yearly allocation of 100k, total of 4 students can be fully sponsored. However it is best to utilise return of any investment for this purpose i.e profits from business, so that the capital stays. So what exactly business that give returns of 100k per annum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1million rm in a 10% return rate per year investment can easily does the job. But the thing is, what is it? Asb?tabung haji? They fluctuate 5-8%. ASB havent give anything near 10% since the 90s. Other businesses need return on the initial business as well as guaranteeing additional 100k for my scholarship scheme. I would honour my dad n mom in naming the scheme after them. And they will be the main people of this scheme. Of course it only applicable to students reside at my hometown. We hope after passing their studies they come home attending the families, enhancing their roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My town mosque would be given 50 to 100 year lease to profitable properties of mine. They must do business -islamic- and gain profits to be use for the mosques' activities. No need to pay back anything to me. They can utilise the shoplots, houses, transportations, for their business. Use all the profits to do qariah qurban,renovate the mosque,maintenances, everything. This scheme may be elaborate to nearest qariahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another interest is to help the states football team. I may take them off the states own and manage all by myself. I'll do them as a business and my model would be clubs all around europe. The market may be not as large as them but that also means the budget would not be as big. We'll give the players the best preparations and the biggest remunation, and we expect them to perform. To generate the team budgets, we will need to do spin off businesses. We believe in our people and given ample chances and perks there is nothing impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3953306296262399885?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3953306296262399885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3953306296262399885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3953306296262399885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3953306296262399885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/09/many-problem-solveable-with-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8801487687427532750</id><published>2011-08-24T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:08:54.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awak</title><content type='html'>awak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya is coming next week. despite whatever happened in these few months, i figure if there is something u really want to do, it is spending your hari raya and perhaps the lasts of ramadhan with your love ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean your family dad, mama, sisters, brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether u ready to admit it or not, its them u really want to be with. even maybe not for longer period, but pretty much u longed to be with them like the old days.but since u were/are in a very tight situation - which personally in my opinion is totally avoidable -  i guess its going to be your first ever very strange hari raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same goes to your family as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a way back. everything is in there. u have got to look for it.okay? there are people still love u no matter what. all u need to do is listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the spirit of the holy month and the upcoming of another holy-celebratory period, it is my wish that everything returns to normal just like they were before. &lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya and maaf zahir batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8801487687427532750?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8801487687427532750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8801487687427532750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8801487687427532750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8801487687427532750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/08/sayang.html' title='awak'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7465768565797598768</id><published>2011-08-22T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:24:18.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If your heart says 'that it' and set its sight on one particular reason, i think not much can be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTyL4ZY4B8w/TlFN33nqm4I/AAAAAAAAAII/z7jzJv8Lxe0/s1600/Image0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTyL4ZY4B8w/TlFN33nqm4I/AAAAAAAAAII/z7jzJv8Lxe0/s320/Image0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643377430290406274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i didnt know what happened.what i remembered was me took out 2k rm paying for that stuff. And i still dont know what am gonna do with it!!http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some weird looks from people these few days.cud they be fed with misleading stories about me??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not bothered but just wondered.anyway if anybody - and i mean ANYBODY - feels about asking me on anything, just come straight away and ask me.anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2hP4cNTCV84" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hargai depa semasa maseh hidup&lt;br /&gt;bila dua-dua dah mati tak guna teriak ayaq mata berdarah pun&lt;br /&gt;depa takkan kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;kita mungkin ada buat silap sana sini&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa guna nya hidup kalau dibelenggu salah silap&lt;br /&gt;kepada ibu bapak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpan ego marah geram ke sisi&lt;br /&gt;bukakan mata bukakan hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hulurkan tangan memohon ampun&lt;br /&gt;moga direstui hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redha tuhan terletak pada redha ibu bapak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7465768565797598768?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7465768565797598768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7465768565797598768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7465768565797598768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7465768565797598768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-your-heart-says-that-it-and-set-its.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTyL4ZY4B8w/TlFN33nqm4I/AAAAAAAAAII/z7jzJv8Lxe0/s72-c/Image0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5089631413992003325</id><published>2011-08-19T07:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T07:35:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a great sleep time.quality time in bed really does the difference. It isnt about how long u sleep.its about how well u enjoy the time ur body rest, ur mind recuperates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 20 odd years we got the paper man on a bike delivering newspapers everyday. So we got piece of latest news every morning. Old skul style. Me in the middle buying a tablet so we gonna have the latest news by every seconds. Modern skul style. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. I was kinda shocked when i read about a deputy minister say his piece about the controversial ppsmi. The teaching math n science in english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly he hasnt got a clue when he mentioned about ppsmi as something to help students master english. He asked actually. But he asked too much as it seems he either doesnt know the issue well or since its controversy he doesnt want to commit to anything. But he did said hes at the opinion ppsmi didnt help student master english. Well i dont know what grade payroll he is on at the moment but it seems we are wasting our time. And money, on something we do not what it is. Or rather someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppsmi is about preparing our kids/students in learning the knowledge. The latest. And in the fastest way.  Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilmu these day are in english.thats a fact.so wether we like it or not we got to take them the ilmu as they are presented.in english.and ilmu is getting much and much by the seconds.somebody must had done something of a breakthrough even as we speak now.so the only chance to absorb the ilmu in the fastest way is to take them as they are presented in. English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt really a problem because in the past we know very well latin people learnt arab,spanish learnt mayan, vice versa for benefits of so many things and for their own reasonings. But the fact that matter is they learnt foreign lingua for whatever knowledge which they used for whatever purpose. Yes we got translations but in order to do so u got to master the knowledge first then only the matter of transpired them in other lingua has any relevance. It wud be futile if u dont KNOW the subject well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wud argue we can learn in any lingua. A picture of a heart is no different as of a jantung.but to learn in our lingua means our conquest for knowledge in the fastest way, is being retarded. And may not materialise at all. And we will be missing out. Because we got to WAIT for translators. Which may work for sastera subjects but not at all work for science subjects. Because they need more than just mere word by word translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning in mother touge works, if only we are advanced in the first place. Forget quoting us with Japan and Germany -they learnt in their lingua- because we arent at their level. Yet. The development of ilmu there is so high up that they can explain and understand in their lingua. Even so in the very early part they also learnt knowledge in foreign lingua. Max Planck, Oppenheimer learnt from the latins/ americans as well.thats a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that the whole idea of ppsmi is to prep our student to learn ilmu in the most advance level, with the fastest time in the lingua where the ilmu is being presented currently. If lets say the world uses maori sign for lingua of ilmu, then our ppsmi (inggeris) is ppsmms (maori sign)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason we are no longer use ppsmi. But that shudnt nail our quest for a decent chance to grab ilmu and fights for excellence. Parents shud aware what is the best for the long haul of the kids. We had our 'ppsmi' over some 30odd years ago. We are thankful that our parents/forefathers emphasised on english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mr deputy minister, allow me to sambung tidoq. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5089631413992003325?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5089631413992003325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5089631413992003325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5089631413992003325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5089631413992003325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/08/had-great-sleep-time.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6589580015367770650</id><published>2011-08-18T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:45:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont get along too well</title><content type='html'>too well means agreeing on majority of the points&lt;br /&gt;of course i dont because the way I and the others think&lt;br /&gt;is totally different&lt;br /&gt;people these days they like to think in the wildest way&lt;br /&gt;too much sceptism which leads to too much uncertainties &lt;br /&gt;which is very bad if u got to take some crucial one-chance decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember anyone i agree most of the time except for the last person closest to me&lt;br /&gt;while many who follow what i was intended upon her may think i was bluffing and agreeing simply because i wanted to stay close to her, it is for a fact that many of her points were valid for a reason or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the last serious girlfriend had countless heated up arguments - minus those she kept asking when to masuk meminang - and we ended up pretty well with cuddles and .. er.. something. fun aside, we ended up with silence because someone among us needed to back off and cool down the heat talk&lt;br /&gt;we cant reach at any agreeable point on each and every single time we bickered but i backed down because i didnt want things to escalate to beyond repairable condition. backing off wasnt really of a choice, rather than something needed at that time, although definitely i wasnt sharing things the same way she wanted me to. another reason was because i might be missing on ehem. ehem. hehe ( it ridicolously worked, i tell u. its like things never happen at all! ;) ngeh ngeh ngeh )&lt;br /&gt;now something we argued about last time, might be fallen upon her. and i am afraid, time proved that i was correct in every single way. for those who wondered what we argued about, it was job security&lt;br /&gt;and with all the things in the news these days and with she is expecting, then its gonna be quite a ride for her coming these few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is, some people might not be seeing things as they should prolly because they are not that prepared to. it could be cumulative in some departments - not maturing quite well, not prepped with informations, or simply taking things granted. of course most people would say take things as they come or an old english saying says cross the bridge when u meet one.&lt;br /&gt;all of them of course are true but to what extent they are, i cant tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the boring stuffs. u know i write because i dont want to keep messing my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current jam ranges from adele to some groups i dont know. good songs i listened while getting my sahur this morning and the other mornings. i didnt know who sang this or that because the radio didnt tell who. or maybe they did tell and i was paying attention. doesnt matter. i like good songs. melodies. didnt i tell u i appreciate songs that i understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adele's someone like you is a gem. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6589580015367770650?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6589580015367770650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6589580015367770650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6589580015367770650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6589580015367770650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-get-along-too-well.html' title='dont get along too well'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6450071992574070813</id><published>2011-08-10T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:17:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one third of ramadhan is going, so that leaves us with two third going&lt;br /&gt;pretty much the same story to be honest for me&lt;br /&gt;it seems like not much different in months which makes me possibly a tosser of a man&lt;br /&gt;but going with the same flip of the same coin, that's mean i am no badder than i am already, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukak posa with school mates coming at the end of ramadhan &lt;br /&gt;and possibly i have to settle something at KL during the same week as well&lt;br /&gt;that - if i am needed - would an all new experience for me being in such place and doing what people do there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baju raya? checked&lt;br /&gt;songkok? checked&lt;br /&gt;butang baju raya? checked&lt;br /&gt;sampin? checked&lt;br /&gt;sandal melayu style hang tuah? not check&lt;br /&gt;ipad2 raya? not check (perlu kah?)&lt;br /&gt;goatee on my face? comin in thick n fast half check&lt;br /&gt;new wristwatch? not check but near possible check depends on bank balance of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so selamat berpuasa for another two third of a month&lt;br /&gt;what possibly could go wrong, right? ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6450071992574070813?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6450071992574070813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6450071992574070813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6450071992574070813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6450071992574070813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-third-of-ramadhan-is-going-so-that.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-491444730517357924</id><published>2011-07-31T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:27:28.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cant justify my own self about buying the ipad2.or the playbook.or any of those devices. I always got my head n heart to 'discuss' when it comes to abnormal price tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm stinky person. It just i feel very comfortable spending on things i know what i'm gonna do with them. And i appreciate value, rather than cost ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went have a look last night at sunway's switch. very impressed by ipad2. Similar to iphone but better. Talked to one cute seller and i asked her why i shud buy one. She said if i need mobile tenet all the time with big screen, then i shud. Bakers fuck i dont even have broadband! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt i tell u i bought 3gs 16gb last year and sell it off just after 2 weeks?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went check the playbook, was told it connects thru the bb phone. Tithering somehow. That means gotta need any of the bb with bis. Money money money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast went makan nandos je.pening nak pujuk hati. Ni yg payah jadi sensible person. Kalau tak,aku sebat je! Deng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak,awak. P terawikh tau mlm ni.ye la mcm2 tejadi sebulan dua ni.tp ape yg awak leh buat ialah bedoa je.ok? &lt;br /&gt;Posa leklok.doa byk.selamat berposa. Niat posa jgn lupa ye...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U got to be kidding me?kucing kau.berak.kt.depan.rumah aku.okay.kite diskas tengok.kitorg tak bela kucing.rumah sebelah takde gak.sebelah sane,bela rebit.rumah kau je ade kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tade bende kau nak bela abende pun.aku yakin bahawa sa nya kucing tu binatang yg dikasihi nabi. Tu smua aku dah clear. Sangat clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp yg paling aku x clear ialah,ade taik kucing dpan rumah.bukan jauh depan nun.dekat porch ni ha.eeee marah tul. Aku tak kire le kau nak buat cane pun,tp aku tanak taik kucing dpan rumah ni. Ape kate kau train dia berak kt rumah kau lak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorg tak bela menatang sb taleh nak jaga betol2.jage ni bemakna bukan je mkn minum,tp berak,kesihatan etc etc.dah kalau agak taleh jage,tayahla nak belaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela anjing utk solve masalah diatas.tp anjing tu kena train berak kat.....rumah jiran.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awak.puase tau.jgn tinggal lak.kan nak jadi baik itu hari cakap? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-491444730517357924?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/491444730517357924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=491444730517357924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/491444730517357924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/491444730517357924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-justify-my-own-self-about-buying.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1521844215800358734</id><published>2011-07-26T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:58:54.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qaleb, Qabel, Qaid, and Qaseh</title><content type='html'>I like the letter Q. perfect. and i like the names as above. no addition to each of them. it just each name stands alone.&lt;br /&gt;Qaleb Qabel Qaid and Qaseh&lt;br /&gt;just u wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i developed a sudden interest in Ipad2. these few days nothing comes into my mind apart from that. and maxis 3g. then i found a new service provider, YES. thats a bomb. cost and the speed. it runs on 4g yo. and pesting my friends using YES, they say the speed is crazy. fast. but he lives in penang, understandably the connection for maxis/ digi/ celcom/ YES/ whatever is tip top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lived in my tiny town which just been voted as #1 in the list of Best Town I Ever Lived in. defeating abu dhabi, derbyshire, london, makaaddi-kadi, massachusetts, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i just made it up. theres no such list at all. that 'I' in the list is me. sorry! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just mulled around about which ipad2 to buy. the wifi+3g or the wifi only version. wifi only means it only connects to wifi of which kinda limits the area/usage of the thing. the wifi+3g version of course the daddy, where it connects through both wifi and 3g. the only thing is that a 3g service is needed. currently there is no somekind of package thing that combine both the device and the 3g service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer the wifi only ipad2. because i know how to get around its limitation. all u need is a 3g service which wifi/hsdpa modem. that way u connect it to the wifi mode and viola, it works almost just like the wifi+3g ipad2. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wifi modem/3g service isnt cheap to be honest. i am in the middle of selecting either maxis or YES 4g. both offer wifi modem packages. the two differences in both are 1) huge upfront for YES 4g (280RM maxis vs over 500rm YES), and 2) contract minimum of 6 months for maxis, YES no contract AND PREPAID style. both offer wifi modem with capability to connect more than 2 devices at the same time. which is great.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but a more pressing issue keep coming back off my head is... what i am gonna do with the ipad2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agak sedih ah when things accelerated to this level&lt;br /&gt;what more u possibly want?&lt;br /&gt;nak dorang go knee down and terima semuanya? knees down or not, it doesnt work like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've been ROBBED. dorang di ROMPAK. their most prized asset was taken away forcefully. and never to be seen again after that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kene paham la. this isnt always about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun taknak messing around potting ears nak dengar itu ini. move on. ade lagi bebenda yang lain dalam hidup ni. ade syurga dunia. ada syurga akhirat. and of course ade neraka akhirat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorang tidak menyusahkan aku when they called and say hi or anything. aku gembira bile dorang ade gak ape2 hal nak sesembang or whatever. and aku sangat lah paham what its inside, bile sesuatu this bad happened. sebab it was what we experienced before. tapi aku taleh nak gambarkan perasaan and sebak hati seorang emak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tau kau takkan paham perasaan tu. unless u become a mom urself and at that age with that kind of circumstances. sebab tu ape2 aku tanye, "ape kau akan buat kalau orang lain buat macam tu pada kau", aku kate jangan jawap skarang. sebab sekarang, jawapan pade soalan tu isnt daripada seorang emak. u gune otak,feeling,circumstances BUKAN sebagai seorang emak kalau kau jawap soalan tu sekarang. aku akan suruh jawap lagi 20-30 taun bile kau dah jadi seorang emak. tapi of kos aku tak mendoakan sesuatu like ape yang kau buat pade ur parents, terjadi pade kau. sebab ibu bapak kau ni sangat kuat. i dont think u are that strong. ye la. berdasarkan ape bende yang terjadi 2-3 bulan ni la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak dapat benda yang kau nak, kau ambik ikut suke. ape yang agak2 tak boleh je, tipu jap then buat gak. and the best bit, kire macam takley bla je, terus mencuri. haha. oh itu for that guy la. bukan nak berubah bukan nak try sehabis baik. terussss je curik. haha. adeehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ah, sekarang pun aku leh tolong jawapkan untuk kau soalan yang aku tanya tadi. pegang kata-kata aku ni. kau akan buat EXACTLY the same like what ur mom/parents are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihh..entah lah. tadi macam cakap makin teruk je pakcik nye. merokok makin kuat. tiap2 malam buat research study nak contest tido lewat. ntah ape jadi blood level, diabetic if any, tido taleh. financial tak yah cite; agak kurang bagus tapi CUKUP. itu orang kate berkat. macik nye lak, tengok gamba sedih, nangih, itu ini. teringat macam2. ye la almaklumla, anak first. mesti la banyak kenangan. bukan nak kate anak2 lain kurang kenangan, tapi ye la, anak yang petame, ade la sikit sikit lebih kenangan. adik adik usah kire le. yang dekat ke yang tak dekat ke yang takde rumah ke. semuanye pening2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua pasal anak sorang ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku takde sibuk2 nak tolong ape2 pun. it just the favors were/are so easy to fulfill and i dont have anything to NOT help them. tambah2 lak aku sangat la paham ape situasi nye - agak dalam la aku tau cerita walaupun dari satu side - of kos dorang memerlukan segala bantuan dorang boleh dapat even if they have to beg for it. eh, tapi jangan risau. dorang tak beg pun for my help. dorang tanye then i said ape2 yang boleh tolong, boleh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorang pun senarnye nak give up je. because semua yang terjadi, sangat lah mendukacita kan. halangan2. kekacauan in the way of these mess. very frustrating la. mama nye pun tadi cerite like something please go back home first and then dorang akan cakap2 - ubati kalau ade something wrong - then bile betul2 nak jugak budak tu, then off u go la. dengar nye macam dorang nak tau pilihan tu dibuat melalui akal yang sihat/tidak dipengaruhi langsung orang lain/ pilihan dibuat betul2 oleh si tuan punya badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe dengar nye macam trick. tapi kalau sambei nangis2 cite camtu, rasenye.... bukan trick kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmm...letih otak memikior bebenda gini yob. takde le nak pikir setiap mase cume kalau ade perkabaran tu, cant help it but to think about it la. kalau aku le yang berada dalam kasut itu, aku akan berusaha sampai keluar kulit ni ha. kalau perlu kulit ni putih, akan aku gosok betul2 kulit sawo matang hensem ni jadi putih. iye le. pompuan tu sangat bernilai sampai gitu sekali ye dok. perut ukur lilit 40 ni pun, kalau terpaksa, boleh jadi 20. haahahaha. jadi kerengge noks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asalkan dapat the most prized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi, 2-3 kali raya hantar sms, tulis surat, bla bla. then tak berjaya terus proceed to MEROMPAK hak gitu? hhuihhh....not my style le beb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu mung nye style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1521844215800358734?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1521844215800358734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1521844215800358734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1521844215800358734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1521844215800358734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/qaleb-qabel-qaid-and-qaseh.html' title='Qaleb, Qabel, Qaid, and Qaseh'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1983294242860158406</id><published>2011-07-23T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:07:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sandal, made out of normal material, wud cost something like...5,10 bucks? Doesnt matter but i stumbled on one,made of material seems normal to me, cost 99 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 'Hush Puppies' written across it.. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy for myself, forget it. 99 bucks for a mere sandal isnt worth my fucking wallet. But wait a sec before u are to call me stingy or salty nose shit. I got a point to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.heres the thing. I look for value. Cost is just numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While paying 99 bucks for a sandal isnt worth for me, i wud admit that spending 99 bucks buying THAT very sandal for someone i treasure the most, is totally what i'm willing to do.anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought mom HPuppies shoes just now.&lt;br /&gt;Cost : nearly 300 bucks&lt;br /&gt;value spending money for my mom : priceless. And i'm happy to do it again. And again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy parents day on monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1983294242860158406?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1983294242860158406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1983294242860158406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1983294242860158406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1983294242860158406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/sandal-made-out-of-normal-material-wud.html' title=''/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3099764309405661988</id><published>2011-07-19T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:59:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back pain | kawin tips?</title><content type='html'>the pain is excruciating. at some point while my body moves, i cant even breathe properly. i tried to do some stretching but all i manage to do was, to add more pain to it. most of it reside over my lower back on the left hand side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest it is because of my positioning during my last night sleep. but i figure it must be a collective 'effort' between my bad sleeping position and serious lack of sport activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got my weekly tennis on tuesday and wednesday but i stopped swimming jogging and squashing. partly because i havent got time and interest to do them. the other is i was thinking about giving some my body something others to try out. i am waiting for some cricketing but yamin is no where to be seen. and also footballing but by looking at how small the area they play in, plus the number of players, i decided to pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking at rugby but now nobody plays it. gonna give it a go when the students come back in september. its the greatest sport in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it all the time when i say something like tips for marriage. i dont think they who said to me ' how do u know? u havent even married pun! ' , really take care at what i am saying aka they dont bother at all to at least understand what i said. but i am saying it again, the top tip of great marriage is communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the form of communication is not bonded by words. it could be in the form of touching or showing. but all of the forms it exist, it must be based on nothing but truth. meaning u must not lying in ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. they say white lie everybody does, but if i ask them why u should lie in the first place, they cannot answer me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u say white lie exists because of to jaga feeling, then i can assure u that u are talking bullshit. human has feeling. but human too has a brain. just recently i stumbled across some tips for u get the marriage going strong and fired up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sincerely thanking the partners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'sincere' part, i add to the original quote. because i am feeling the thank you thing really made a big difference if it is made with SINCERITY&lt;br /&gt;almost all the things in the world, if u do them sincerely, they made big differences in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) offer concrete advices as much as shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for women, all they need when they are in need, is shoulder to cry on. for men, concrete solutions are preferred to someone who shares the cry. of course men would require some lovely companion when things are going out of hand, but how to correct things is a paramount and that is what he must do to steer both of them out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) dont turn talking into nagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when talking turns into nagging, it means u talk too much. nobody appreciate excessive nagging thus nobody should give one. nagging is something not restrict to bad things but it also comes in the form of always ask the same questions all over again&lt;br /&gt;'do u love me?' is good for once in a week or something. but for every 30 minutes, it no longer give the desired effect, and it would pave for something we call NAGGING. another is 'how do i look in this dress '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not yet married doesnt mean i know shit about marriage. infact, not doing somethings doesnt mean i dont know anything about them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know me more so that we can both understand each other&lt;br /&gt;theres no point of saying things which may not be true and instead of getting us closer, it will further gulf us apart&lt;br /&gt;come to me and i'll answer each and every single of ur questions with utmost respect n truth&lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to lie to u n because i respect u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3099764309405661988?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3099764309405661988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3099764309405661988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3099764309405661988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3099764309405661988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-pain.html' title='back pain | kawin tips?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-9213546226174476138</id><published>2011-07-14T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:50:04.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noting Anything Whatever</title><content type='html'>Should i not be using anything presented to me during previous relationships? I've got a wallet, countless shirts, perfumes, electronics, etc which all been given by people who were very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benda makan tayah cite la.ade yg dah jadi isi badan. Ade yg taik, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem allright to me,those things. The wallet for example, look as if it will last for 100 years. Partly because its made of good material and partly because it has less function (got no money, no use open2) the shirts are nice. colours. Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak buang pun rase rugi. Plus i have to spend summore to buy myself lak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tak buang, they keep me reminded to persons. Yg lelama ok ar,yg baru ni asik dok ingat ja. Mind u we werent couple pun but kinda close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongok la girl. Why la u like this become? Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched final installation of heri poter.it got 2 parts but didnt watch the 1st.kinda bored n still swarmed by penang joy so went stret to sunway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes watered. Gotta own up on that.especially the part he met the parents in the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made realise how important them to me.to a degree that i was thinking to ask God to 'take' them only after i got my own kids. I know it doesnt change anything the fact one day our parents die. And we will be crying,mourning days n light. I am made of bits of them and for all i live, its with them. And i hope both go at the same time because i cudnt stand the sight of one living without the other.they been together for nearly 40 odd years! Its gotta be insanely painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids gonna soften the impact of the deaths. That gonna help me deal with it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, so long Hermoine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHgCCNEu-iA/TiPyiVwiHsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ah_8o5yyOU/s1600/30-2012-mercedes-benz-e63-amg-fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHgCCNEu-iA/TiPyiVwiHsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ah_8o5yyOU/s320/30-2012-mercedes-benz-e63-amg-fd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630610630913433282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the gear knob of AMG's super exciting E-klasse E63. this is hardcore.sexy. alluring. &lt;br /&gt;e63 has always been the car i look up. i love the way people at AMG and mercedes come up with something that is fast without having to get less people in its vehicles. fast? thats kinda understatement. it goes like clappers up to digitally limited 155mph. it climbs to 180 anytime u remove the limiter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u dont need to sacrifice any of that by taking less passenger in it. this is a sedan. for fun family. driven by fun father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-9213546226174476138?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/9213546226174476138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=9213546226174476138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/9213546226174476138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/9213546226174476138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-i-not-be-using-anything.html' title='Noting Anything Whatever'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHgCCNEu-iA/TiPyiVwiHsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ah_8o5yyOU/s72-c/30-2012-mercedes-benz-e63-amg-fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8415569449307421444</id><published>2011-07-10T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:26:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyanyi is fun. Thats a dude name.</title><content type='html'>Not long ago someone close asked why men like to go karok. i told her we go karok for fun. Which is trully right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karok as in the normal place; not the ktvs where got escorts and all. Tp kalau nak p there pun i dont have nothing against pun. U p karok je kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm in one.most songs are either indonesians or old slow rocks.one was my headboy the other was biro agama sekolah.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp xpela i guess.they made big in life.they can have little fun.totally deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try pileh lagu 'surti'.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Victoria Beckham had a baby girl yesterday. and they named her Harper Seven.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but Harper is a dude's name i thought. and Seven? come on. Only at United u were crowned number '7'. U cant dislodge Madrid legend Raul apart from Cristiano, and in American, its number 23. whats with 'Seven'?&lt;br /&gt;It defies logic sometimes, how these people think. I mean of course its none of my business whatever they naming their child. we had some odds before. Apple. Kai. Pilot ( kalau terer, guess who ), Kal-El (again, guess who), Kyd - this is by far my biggest like. it doesnot has any vocal, yet it can be sounded! haha, Tu, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;and Harper Seven just being added to the list. congratulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how his 7th boyfriend react when she said he is her 7th boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dude gonna think that she digitized them. the boyfriends. how about that for a playa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anyone asking, at the background is the Ferrari P4/5 owned by a great Ferrari enthusiast James Glikenhaus. His racer is the only one in the world and customed according to his liking. It was based on - if my memory serves me well - on the F430 chasis and designed in house by the great Italian Design House Pininfarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raced that thing in the just recently N24 Le Mans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it a thing to change the background of my blog because I stumbled into a great collection of cars on the Net. of which I like so much. They kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people married, the first months are the greatest. u know what i meant. waking up in the mornings with the people u love the most. doing whatever things together and all. its like when u were dating, only it is better. excitement made in heaven. many agreed this will last - averagely - for 3 to 6 months. some say that is the typical 'honeymoon' period. but worry u dont. because after 6 months they still are married of course, but the super happy times will slowly turn into hard-harder-hardest times. averagely. i know some stay honeymoon-ed even after a year or two. but for most people, 3 months or 6 months tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during these honeymoon period, all the things are very nice. even the smells are so good. on the bed dont have to talk lah. come on we are mature bunch people aite. the hubby might be doing the most romantic things with the wife. preparing breakfast and has it ready by the bed. watch movies home or out. candle lights. sunsets/ sunrise. carry her here n there. etc etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, admit it u may or may not, after the so called honeymoon period ends, most of the romantic-do are getting less and lesser. the candle light dinners will in phase become just normal dinners, sunrise/sunset gonna be not so frequent. movies change into drama on tv or football or whatever. it is because according to many, the feeling of wanting to have fun has change into responsibility all round. so now suddenly it is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why people say when married, get kids asap. maybe in the second year marriage, the kid comes out. thats may signal to a shorter honeymoon period because she gonna start throwing out after just 2 - 3 months or even less than that and has this terrible effects like cannot smell the husband body odor etc etc. but soon after delivering, ur marriage life will be happy again. not like made-in-heaven exciting, but more to a calming-responsible-honest excitement. i cant describe the feeling of being a father because i am not yet one, but i guess its the greatest feeling on earth. so does being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that brings along another problem. u now has pressure to deliver because right now whatever u do, it gonna give direct effects to the others. morally, physically, religiously. everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8415569449307421444?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8415569449307421444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8415569449307421444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8415569449307421444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8415569449307421444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-long-ago-someone-close-asked-why.html' title='Nyanyi is fun. Thats a dude name.'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4938389877157967670</id><published>2011-07-04T00:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:36:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini cerita bagus</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x2J-LdIyGvo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the scene where the Java puteri said her intention to Tuah. who says girls never start/ give signal first? haha. shes lucky because Tuah had eyes on her as well. #stuffsinheaven&lt;br /&gt;damn this is a great malay movie. i may go to the extent of hailing this as the greatest ever. i hope AstroFirst rewind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these brouhaha u know, are they even worth one ounce? I dont know but kalau dah heret everyone here n there, it must be really2 damn worth and i hope it is. Tp from what i know only God,family are of that worth. Maybe kurang didikan agama kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor that guy n his wife. and the kids. been pushed here and there. its like yo-yo. up down up down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, i am warning u, it will not stop. just like a yo yo. the more u pull the strings, its continues to rotate. and i tell u another thing as well. the guy n his wife gonna give in first. not because they want to. but because they will break. at this age. and their physical. of course they will soldier on, fight whatever u throw at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they love u. thats the simplest as i can put it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they once fought to bring u and the others up. what makes u think they gonna lay down and accept things? never. the cause of their fight is too pure. it is very hard for God to fail them. i know. its in there in the holy book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then u said u sorted out everything n u confirmed about its legality within the religion. what if i tell u theres loophole in what u thought u sorted it all and everything? i bet u over look this. but let just wait at an appropriate moment to reveal it.  at a time where u cant get back and reverse things. am i scaring u out of nothing? well u can take ur chances and wait. we never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the good thing behind these mess is that people who related to it in anyway, got close to the God and the religion. of course at first they were looking at that matter but as time goes by, they looked at bigger scopes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they still called me to say hi and all. of which i am very grateful. i think this relation will last long. i hope it does. unless they do whatever they told me about. that, will make me lost them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bmw vs merc been goin on for decades, in off pints beer n handfights. audi never gotta chance at all. The frenchies pug,renault long surrendered. Americans? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of merc guy.me n my school buddy concluded about merc is serious n uncle-ish n bimmer's for junkies,hippies.but at that time we werent aware of AMGs n brabus n Black Ops. Bimmers for so long got their M division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMG was a private entity before merc bought them outright. And merc's 'official' answer to M's cars. But now even AMG has a hardcore div. of their own. Its called the Black Ops. Damn its cool, right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of this is 2012 amg c63 coupe black edition. Dont be swayed by the word black. Its red in colour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4938389877157967670?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4938389877157967670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4938389877157967670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4938389877157967670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4938389877157967670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/ini-cerita-bagus.html' title='Ini cerita bagus'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x2J-LdIyGvo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3173634181120036826</id><published>2011-07-01T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:37:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U shut your mouth when u're talking to me!</title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;thats one the great lines out of Wedding Crashers, one of my all time favourites. it was when they were mediating a divorce, just very early in the movie. of course it wasnt from any of the two, but my god its hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Many of the movies i love always been fun movies. of course i do watch other genres as well but only exceptional ones like 6th sense/ lotr trilogy, notting hill, city of angel etc etc. there are great difference in what i like and what i love. like means i watch, laugh, feel it, and most probably would forget about it. movies i love, i keep repeating them many times over and over again and laugh/get excited at exactly at the same scenes again n again. &lt;br /&gt;the same goes with people. the ones i like probably be company with me as long as they dont get irritating. but the ones i love, no matter how crazy they are or how irritating they are, strangely i gonna feel comfortable being with them. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking into some old dvds of my own and i came across on what was and still the greatest malay movie of all time for me. the puteri gunung ledang. it wasnt the full blown 2 hours movie but those 2-3 promotional clips did remind me of how great it was. i remembered watching it twice while i was studying at malacca, once with my buddy aimi and another time with my gf at that time. with aimi, i remember the seating was damn uncomfortable that i ended up watching the movie on the stairs in the middle. duduk atas lantai. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the lines catched my attention in PGL was 'berkorban apa sahaja demi cinta' . it was uttered by Bendahara to Tuah when he learnt about Tuah's feeling on the puteri who was supposely to be Sultan's. The next thing Bendahara said was ... 'sehingga mendahului Sultan? ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. u should see Tuah's face at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doest feel good for me at that 'berkorban apa sahaja demi cinta'. i dont do that. people nowadays getting smart and the situations are changing although in principle, they are all the same. in PRINCIPLE. during those days, its was either this OR that. but now in the new world, u can have this AND that, provided u know how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there probably no way for us to know whats lays ahead in the future, but all we can do (read :MUST do) is use the information at hand to make the best decision possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be fine. i know it. been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooting for sharapova.simply because of her look.sheer beauty.#wimbledon Its like admiring tom selleck bkos his moustachee.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mens final tmrm but gonna miss that.balik campus.but i guess nadal gotta the nod.mom hates djokovic.and shes got the tv/astro remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours le mans surely the coolest race competition in the world. F1 pun tak se best ni aku ingat even it goes over 20 races a year. Le Mans 24 jam je a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the coverage of the race on 813 StarSports. Damn. Supercool. The teams names oso out of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oreca matmut, peugoet total racing,af corse,toyota pescarolo, audi sport team joest, felbereyer proton. The circuit also has a great name as well - de la sarthe. Anyone familiar with gt5 knows hows the circuit is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I topped my superlight turbocharged 16.4 bugatti veyron in those 2 straights! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Mans rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3173634181120036826?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3173634181120036826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3173634181120036826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3173634181120036826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3173634181120036826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/07/u-shut-your-mouth-when-ure-talking-to.html' title='U shut your mouth when u&apos;re talking to me!'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1662683340432921674</id><published>2011-06-27T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:54:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new all round</title><content type='html'>Brand new topgear is up. Woot woot? Cant wait to dload it. The stooges are at it again - cheerin me up makin me laugh till my lungs burst out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish watching the latest season TopGear. the good old stuffs still there, and all the funny, jiggling and all as usual, made up my day. season 17 featured the 1M bimmer, WRC mini, the old E type Jag, and the baby elephant sized Marouder. but one thing that stood out for me is the appearance of the crazily beautiful Amy Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God shes pretty. This is the second time i came across her and i ran out of superlatives to describe the charmingness of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEH-hZNXqdY/TgiH3UGQ5RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nictysBBzv8/s1600/amy-williams_391842s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEH-hZNXqdY/TgiH3UGQ5RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nictysBBzv8/s320/amy-williams_391842s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622893519129601298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes an olympic champion in a sport i am sure alien to many of us. its called skeleton or something. obviously its very rare here for people to play such sport because of one major reason - it needs ice. plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfrJk-BxTsE/TgiIVrG35pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W2nyhAALCWI/s1600/amy-williams-skelet_325063a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfrJk-BxTsE/TgiIVrG35pI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W2nyhAALCWI/s320/amy-williams-skelet_325063a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622894040702248594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this picture tells what exactly skeleton is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OL-4cKuMQXM/TgiIf_y8ZdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Onzs0vlsyNA/s1600/Amy-Williams-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OL-4cKuMQXM/TgiIf_y8ZdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Onzs0vlsyNA/s320/Amy-Williams-m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622894218054493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is another shot on amy doing her stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always like sportgirls. i dont know why. perhaps i am also someone who plays sports even though i stopped playing competitively for nearly a decade, partly because i have a dodgy left knee. i feel by playing sports, a girl can express her desire more and i see that as a big plus point in her charm-ation. i hope i'll end up with someone plays sports or used to play sports or atleast know and love sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm-ation? does that even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. but u got my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not someone who really like movies that i yearn to watch premier show.i mean,apart from being the first ones, i cudnt understand the fuss about premiers.but yes we do have people who wants to belong into exclusive group to be the firsts to watch movies they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i am all cool with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, as we speak,i'm about to be among the firsts to watch Tf3.haha. I cudnt believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is i tried browsing gsc site sometime 4 pm,just to check when the time i thought wud be good for me to go watch tf3. Tried booking it and to my bloody suprise, i managed to book a seat. And it is at a very good spot as well. Phoned my buddy ejay and she said i'm big time lucky bkos it was very hard to get a seat at this very late hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.then ape lagi. Reschedule my work and now here i'm. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not fanatical on transformer movies but i do follow them. I like the way they put it the story line and obviously the amazing robots they create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall is full and i'm pretty sure this edition tf gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tf3 indeed fun. but that leading girl,rosie huntington or something, was a massive disappointment. megan left massive hole of which present great chance for rosie to nail it as hers but she didnt even close to it. all i see were some ass actions, weird looking lips, snippets of cleavage. and thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. those things are easily available in pornographics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but credit where it dues. the robots were crazy. the story plot was good albeit some disjoints. the 458 is crazy. damn. damn. damn. from mudah i check its now at 1.4 million. so, if i work my ass out till die oso, i will not be able to buy it pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule #76. no excuses. play like a champion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1662683340432921674?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1662683340432921674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1662683340432921674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1662683340432921674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1662683340432921674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/06/brand-new-all-round.html' title='Brand new all round'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEH-hZNXqdY/TgiH3UGQ5RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nictysBBzv8/s72-c/amy-williams_391842s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4983673131659778371</id><published>2011-06-20T15:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:58:45.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajet pun seronok</title><content type='html'>Gomen bagi limit 130rm, so Seri Mesia je le jawapnye. Boleh je tambah sendiri tp bile pk2 blik, kene gak simpan utk modal conference mendatang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K658nx7sTbE/Tf77nghh2yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-whxGz6gR4c/s1600/Image0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K658nx7sTbE/Tf77nghh2yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-whxGz6gR4c/s320/Image0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620206041168993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok present,luse p tganu lak. Benci snarnye ganu sejak dua menjak ni,tp kopok losong nye pasal.. In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dtB6EiZqB0/Tf78tJgXbvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/siF7e1WsjZY/s1600/Image0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dtB6EiZqB0/Tf78tJgXbvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/siF7e1WsjZY/s320/Image0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620207237580943090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homemade bai. By me. Haha. Bazir makan spageti kt piza. Baik buat sniri je. Banyak. Murah. Sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keynote speech should be something brief, and entertaining. Think about excitement and there u got it. But what happen is, it becomes a damn lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AshlHzJlvPs/Tf_57CPw6hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/feDljld4_iU/s1600/Image0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AshlHzJlvPs/Tf_57CPw6hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/feDljld4_iU/s320/Image0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620485652592257554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metabak makassar ni aku ingat abenda. Mebi dari indon kot sb nama dia pelik nau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkXTbaNSq5k/TgCHGAXNe-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHYxs1hrZmE/s1600/Image0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkXTbaNSq5k/TgCHGAXNe-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jHYxs1hrZmE/s320/Image0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620640872204696546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;rupanya metabak yg gilanya sedap.haha.sumpah taktipu. Makan sampai 4 keping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30rm mkn metabak.tak penah2 lapar sebegini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qL0BwzSQx70/TgG7lWT7_VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Tqds8ZHot2A/s1600/Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qL0BwzSQx70/TgG7lWT7_VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Tqds8ZHot2A/s320/Image0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620980060253846866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumpulan kristal ade mejid kristel.wings ade? Search hade? Haha.tak minat pun kristal ke amende bende.just lawak tak jadi di petang hari. Harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiu panas beb.lagi panas dari kL.dosa byk la tu.gile bahang sampai rasa ke dalam hati. Haha. Tu tipu sangat bunyi ye tak.tp sumpah panas.penyejuk penyeri ade la 2,3 org awek. Haiihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling ni 2,3hari petama best maximum la.dah nak abis ni,rasa cm tak bapa larat pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS tak main.wimbledon xtgk.paper pun jarang baca..haduhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada cita pilipina kt tv3 tajuk marimar ke apa.lawa2 awek yg belakon.boleh kejang ni tgk awek2 cenggini.melimpah ruah.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earliest idea about people appear on tv came when i was 5 or 6. 7 kot. Time tu i didnt really understand how shows are recorded and shown at stipulated,timed sessions. So when i watch someone acting on tv3 and when i switch to .. lets say tv2 then i see that person jugak, i thought that person run very fast,change cloths etc2 then p belakon from tv3 to tv2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Superman pun xleh buat doh. Tukar that red underware je dah 5 menet. Sticky kan that thing. Bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peh pasah sandah lawa lak kt tv3 skang.see.kalau decent dress,wat perangai elok2 kan bagus.shantek aku tengok.teringin tau! Ngeh ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gereeemm je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home.people say theres no place like home and they are damn correct.darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4983673131659778371?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4983673131659778371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4983673131659778371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4983673131659778371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4983673131659778371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bajet-pun-seronok.html' title='Bajet pun seronok'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K658nx7sTbE/Tf77nghh2yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-whxGz6gR4c/s72-c/Image0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7159850714323392609</id><published>2011-06-17T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:30:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizi n pain</title><content type='html'>Cant describe how it happen,but the pain i am enduring now is pretty much above my threshold level. Its been a while, really, that i am in such state when everytime i move my body, the ache jabbed. Mencucuk cucuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i cant promise u its gonna be easy, but i promise u its gonna be worth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole next week i'm off to the east coast. Got to present a paper in one conference at hyatt kuantan. then go visit crystal mosque and buy some kopok lekor. Visit grandma kelantan a day then back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i am kinda busy. bizi enjoying myself. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please,dont wear tudung indon.or bibik.whatever u call it&lt;br /&gt;i know its easy to pakai that.just put it on ur face.thats it.but come on.u cant be serious?&lt;br /&gt;I like people with styles. it shows confidence and that make a world difference. even when u are in shorts,if u wear them as they should be wore,its gonna look cool. I like the usual tudung (that u have to get a 'sanggul' at back ur head) although its pain to wear one. Or that litup is just fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;We are dynamic,young,energatic people. Act like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life,be wise, people say&lt;br /&gt;seldom they say, be correct&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes, under very difficult situations&lt;br /&gt;correct doesnt equal wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wise is all the time the correct solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u be wise through accumulation of experiences&lt;br /&gt;but the thing with experience is&lt;br /&gt;u dont have to do the things urself to accumulate the experience&lt;br /&gt;or else u need to inject urself HIV or get urself cancer&lt;br /&gt;to know what HIV and cancer are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiences are something we can see and learn&lt;br /&gt;there are so much happenings between and around us&lt;br /&gt;that we can take them as somethings we can refer to when difficult circumstances arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am neither correct nor wise&lt;br /&gt;but i believe being wise is the correct way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory mcIlroy leads the board at usOpen.after Tiger Woods withdrew, americans pin hopes to the magnifique lefties phil mickelson.but hes now at one over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf is one sports i dont quite care.but i do take notice. Tambah2 the big ones like usOpen, ryderCup, the Masters. Etc. I like their way doing things. Very proper,full of tradition yet very modern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7159850714323392609?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7159850714323392609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7159850714323392609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7159850714323392609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7159850714323392609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bizi-n-pain.html' title='Bizi n pain'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3355190362689939698</id><published>2011-06-13T01:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:49:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#ehbetullahtu</title><content type='html'>#ehbetullahtu bukan hashtag yang valid. haha. selalu yg aku tengok #jeleslah #nakjugak #ehsamalah. ahhh..aku nye hashtag, aku nye pasal lah. ye idok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just because we don't talk anymore, doesn't mean that I don't care about you any less than I did before. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, 24 Hours Le Man this year won by Audi in their R18. Peugeot had miserably year with one of their 908s (McNish's) went off spectacularly within minutes of race start. too bad.  I have a deep affection on motor racing and Le Man's 24 hour race is one i like so much even though it is impossible for me to keep up with the race because it is done in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye la dah name pun 24 hours race. haha. but for this year's i keep close watch on astro's channel 814 (eurosport). my fav drivers got to be Stephane Sarazzin. simply because the coolness of his name pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephane Sarazzin = Sh-tep-han Sha-gha-zan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my dreams is the drive to anywhere with my love one. it just me and my baby (and my baby - the car ). we'll get to the motorway and drive. to anywhere we want. theres no specific agenda. no deadline. no destination.  #dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days i had really bad problems getting sleep. tried everything - musics, car porns, books, fm2011 - and failed everytime. it must be because i did very little sports these days. Got pretty busy with sosialing. And healing myself off a wrecked relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp semalam agak cepat sleep.all i needed was angan2 owning 10million and spending it crazily. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#berangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know ajal di tangan Tuhan. or Gods if u are a Greek. but as far as the way i live my life, there are two likely causes that might be the one done me. one is late night shower, and the other is related to food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the late night shower or mandi malam is something usually i have to do out of necessity. u see, at home we are all boys, not girls apart from my mom. so at night i help her cooking and doing the dishes. so when these two i do, my body gonna sweat. so what i often do is done my prayer first, then help cooking then makan, then the dishes. after that only i go bathing. mom n dad dont like it and for them its better if the dishes takyah basuh and wait for the next day, than i got to late shower. thats fine because thats what parents do. they take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i am here in the campus, usually i got sports beginning after maghrib. and end maybe 10pm. i hate to sleep with sweaty body and for one reason i dont know why, nyamuk likes smelly body. so i need to mandi malam. now i do less sports so no more la. but itu la. this is one that might get me dead. peparu masuk air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other reason i might get done is food taking. god i love food. last night my friends n i hanged out at the probably one of the greatest nasik kandar in penang hameediyah and bloody hell the briyani was really really out of this world. tambah lak semalam ujan kannn.. lagi sedap ar. haha. and oh ya, like i said penang these days rainy a bit, and it was really cold and all u know. and i was like otw to the island, i had a bite at mcdonalds. lapar la plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i may died because of great food intake. trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3355190362689939698?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3355190362689939698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3355190362689939698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3355190362689939698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3355190362689939698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/06/ehbetullahtu.html' title='#ehbetullahtu'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7116174275510955423</id><published>2011-06-05T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:19:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House is Divided |  long live Chuck Norris | kidding me?</title><content type='html'>Into 2 partions. Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. Its French Open Men's Final yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prefer Roger rather than Rafa. Simply on the basis he plays gentleman-like. Apart from the fact he IS the best of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt push himself as much as Rafa but he seems to be able to pull any shot from anywhere. I cant describe it but its magical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his strategy is to put the opponent in a state where he (opponent) can only play defensive shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are game,set to go. Hoping this gonna be a classic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peRFect! Go Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Rafa beaten Roger. I didnt know because i slept halfway the second set. the meatball spagethi i took could be the reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal. Go Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are younger than me, u probably never heard of chuck norris. cut long story short, he is somekind of west version of bruce lee. undefeateable, macho, unbleed-able (sometimes), and most films he got involved in of course filled with fist fightings. or simply fighthing head to toe. stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these few months i came across some jokes people wrote about this undefeatable movie star. and i found them really amusing. because the jokes apart, the inthipathy of the jokes say something about the prowess of chuck norris. i mean, they say his greatness in jokes. i dont know whether u got it but i am giving u some of the jokes i found really laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris' tears can cure cancer; too bad he has never cried.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't read books, he just stares them down until he gets the information he wants out of them.&lt;br /&gt;If you have five dollars and Chuck Norris has five dollars, Chuck Norris has more than you.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris has already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris’ hand is the only hand that can beat a Royal Flush.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris wears a live rattlesnake as a condom.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus can walk on water, but Chuck Norris can swim on land.&lt;br /&gt;The pen is mighter than the sword, but only if the pen is held by Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can jump-start a car using jumper cables attached to his nipples&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can speak Braille&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.&lt;br /&gt;When Chuck Norris was denied a Bacon McMuffin at McDonalds because it was 10:35, he roundhouse kicked the store so hard it became a KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. theres a lot more on the internet. help urself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was coming to my car, going back hostel just 20 minutes ago. i thought it was raining because the tar kinda wet somehow, but i didnt smell the rain (rain got somekind of smell, i know it), and the air also kinda hot. so it cant be rain. then why the tar wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fella was washing his car. at the school. at this hour. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wey, u pakai kete bayar 3ringgit for washing oso dont want ka? automated wash summore. not clean? okay la for 3rm what to expect? but crazy ah that dude. sanggup basuh keta kat such secluded area. haha. gile. people get crazy ka when half moon? i saw moon halved just now. maybe la kot. u know people turned into warewolf before at full moon. keh keh keh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape ra bro. asal tak basuh je kete aku tadi. just infront u je. tapi its weird la because i parked there no one before, but now got him washing his car. so he must be sangat berusaha la utk park just behind my car and very near to the trees. haha. usaha tangga kejayaan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lain kali wanna wash, call me. wash my car jugak. i pay u ma. 5 bucks. luar je. dalam if u can, another fiver. haha adeehhhh.. ade jugak orang camni. nasib la nasib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 5 of us family, we generally love sports. dad played takraw,volleyball,rugby during his UM days.then he became coach,referee,manager of various level state rugby teams. He took up petanque,and tennis as well.mom basically followed him everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My games are cricket,rugby,and tennis.just as recent as these 2 years i began playing pingpong,and this year i learnt swimming.we brothers like tennis. when chances arrive,4 of us play tennis. Doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the upcoming wimbledon,us open,rugby world cup i believed most of us gonna be glued to the tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7116174275510955423?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7116174275510955423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7116174275510955423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7116174275510955423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7116174275510955423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/06/house-is-divided.html' title='The House is Divided |  long live Chuck Norris | kidding me?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2971820416416568067</id><published>2011-06-02T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T04:22:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sara</title><content type='html'>what the hell u are trying to do mok?&lt;br /&gt;make me enemies with my family?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck are u saying i abandon my parents?&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck u think u are bro?&lt;br /&gt;and u claim that u re tying to set things right?&lt;br /&gt;bukan api2 kan dorang&lt;br /&gt;stay away from my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the things u texted me about. i dont know whether they are questions or warnings, i hope they are questions so that i can answer them. let the reasons be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to fix things up. so that things wont escalate to crazy heights. when things gone to that level, emotions gonna be highly charged as well. so with the information in hand, i decided at that moment, it was the best thing i could do. i wanted to save u from the hell u were about to go in. because at that time, u said u havent married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said u havent married but about to marry. soon. read my lips. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVENT MARRIED, but ABOUT TO. SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not blaming u entirely on this. now i know this was a bluff. or is it? i cant tell. because u bluffed too much. i wished that ur parents could be more lenient on this matter and give the boy some space to express himself. even when the family of that boy called home and wanted to meet ur family, i was a bit frustrated when ur dad say no need to meet. i dont blame him at all. which father wanted to meet the people who 'stole' his daughter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me one. and i'll blame him. the father told me why they dont want the boy. or the marriage. did u or did not u agree that u two should wait atleast sampai abis belajar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boy didnt try harder. pepatah mengatekan sekeras keras kerak nasik pun, kalau rendam dalam air lame-lame, lembut jugak. but yeah u are right, i dont know shit. fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the wildest dream i want to make u enemies to ur family. i want this to be right. u tak pikir ke time nak kawin lari tu? yg things akan jadi tak bagus? i bet u didnt. tapi the alasan u akan bagi ialah, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;things dah jadi. what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one tip i tell u. that alasan is shit. itu alasan orang tak bertanggungjawab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes u think by cooling them and all, u gonna find easy way to bagitau yg u dah kawin lari? maybe nanti u keluar kan anak? ye la. dorang gonna see ur child and then maybe dorang akan lembut? well. maybe. or nanti u slow2 cakap? hell akan break lose jugak. dont ask me how i know. these kind of things happened dalam society kite. all the same je what happened or result dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are abandoning ur parents. the two yg besarkan u dari kecik and all. kalau u think more deep before kawin lari that day, u would realise that was a mistake. tapi like u said la, they need to accept things, rather than go against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenape? ur favourite alasan lagi. bende dah jadi. haha. senang gile kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course la u kate u tak abandoning them thats why u keep calling them to try to patch things up, putting some sense. what the fuck u are talkin about? what sense? sense is that things had happened and u mom and u dad had no choice but to accept it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u fuckin jokin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell the likely story u will carry on to ur child nanti. u akan try pujuk and see them. little by little. and if they keep ignoring u, then u gonna stop trying and turn the table on them. maybe u gonna say dorang yg buang u. haha. bai, bende tak berlaku without a reason. then gonna come the story 'atuk kau tak pernah sukakan bapak kau, dorang buang kami, semua ni salah atuk nenek kau'. semua salah orang kan. i hope the real story gonna be convey to the next generations, cerite dari awal sampaiii abis. bukan sebab nak malukan kau, tapi for the kids nanti tahu what is stupid and what is not and i hope they gonna take this sebagai panduan so that jangan buat lagi bebenda macam ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time, when i visit ur parents, i thought myself as a friend helping a friend. please remember at that time u told me u havent married but wanted to asap. i went there with the hope that i want the father to slow down and maybe convince him to meet the parents of the boy. maybe we can get merisik first or bertunang first. but not let u kawin lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u wouldnt want me to. u said impossible. itu la ini la. i did see ur father. not because i am an outsider. but its because i know the way. i bloody know how. the boy? i dont know. but it seems he wont be getting into the house any sooner, like i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takde la aku nak ckap aku ni superior ke ape, but things would have been different if, and i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IF u handle this in different wa&lt;/span&gt;y. but u taknak. u nak buat ape yg u nak buat. u said u think enough of this. but obviously u didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to be a friend and set things right. what makes u think i drove there? remember. i was ur friend. i didnt want bad things to happen to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never asked them to report this and that or whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the only thing i told them on that friday was, get sara back and we talked about this to make things easier&lt;/span&gt;. i was very confident i would succeed. but i didnt know u threw me a bluff about that 'tak kawin lagi, but nak kawin asap' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah, sape suruh tipu? itu pun kalau thats a bluff. personally i dont know anymore which is tipu and what is not tipu. macam kau cakap malam tu la. kesian gile aku kan? kene tipu hidup2. haha. nasib le kau mokk. naive? maybe. but regret? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe u took ur family for granted. fikir yg dorang ni tak tahu abende pun. moronic kot 2-2 orang tua kat umah tu. but they know more than u ever know. they dont ask me what to do.  they dont need pun actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau i tahu u dah kawin a year ago, a fuckin year ago, i wouldnt bother to go n talked with ur parents. because i knew it would be suicidal. and plus, what for? nak mati kene semelih dengan ur dad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stay away from the family. u abandoned them. but i embraced them. bukan ade sebab musabab tersirat or anything. it just they are nice person. kalau la u fikir dalam lagi pasal kawin lari, u wouldnt do what u have done. tpi u tak fikir. and u keep saying about they need to accept things. NEED TO ACCEPT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puh. its like paksa them la. on the basis 'bende dah jadi' haha. senang nye la idup kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may visit them if i happen to be in KL. i'll check with nana or usop or mama sendiri la whether u are in the house or not. if u are then i think of something else. but i'm meeting them if i got the chances. i hope u will NOT be among the family when i am visiting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihh. i dont know la. all these saga, u know, are avoidable. but u being u sara, u tak pikir panjang. i dont know whether the boy coax u to kwin lari or what but like u say semua dah jadi. who started the idea pun doesnt matter anymore.  as for ur kenduri this 4th i am not coming. i just asked the address and then i gave to mama. she asked for it since ahad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan risau. kalau dorang pegi pun and create havoc, i am pretty sure they gonna be well prepared. tapi kalau dah kena pukul or what, itu... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see aa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kawin lari ---&gt; u kene halau rumah---&gt; bluff me not kawin lagi but about to kawin lari ---&gt; i went meet parents to try to solve things ---&gt; parents took drastic decisions ---&gt; could be kena pukul this sabtu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what start the chain? it was kawin lari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi if u dah kawin a year ago la kan, u were committing dosa la. alot of them. u went out with me, lepak2 with me, movies, etc2. swimming in bathing suit with me. i held ur hands. we had balls together. u even tipu ur own husband in front of me dalam kereta yg kite merayap that night lepas 3 paper yg straight tu. haha. u didnt look like a married person at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another bluff? could be. but doesnt matter anymore. it just weird je. and remember that blog entry yg u say something after u know the boy continued smoking (behind ur back and he kantoi ke ape i dont know la) that he broke sacred vow/promise or something? and u question why u like him in the first place and all and wanted to leave him? but that posting about u ask urself why u like and love him in the first place tu, u remove after few days ar. then the entry about u say u need to get someone who really love u as u are and value u more than he ever did? and then about over some crazy quarrel and u begged him to stay and all? itu suma2 tu posting this year sara, well within the 1 year u are married like u said. u know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a 'wife' wants to leave her husband over such things? u said urself marriage is no joke play.  jeeezz. like i say la, personally, i dont know which is true and which isnt. none of them is important anymore to me. it just i am sad u been keeping playing all these times. but hold on. yeah, i know shit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib la nasib. i dont know sara. i hope these matter would end. asap. i wish the end is something like the family patch things up and u are back in dad's house. with or without the husband. with husband good. without husband pun good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u gonna have a great wedding. and a happy life,a happy family. really. because u r a great person. u deserve better in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. its been a hell of a ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Mokk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2971820416416568067?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2971820416416568067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-970097075607266465</id><published>2011-05-31T19:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:18:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pehhh | wait a minute | if only...</title><content type='html'>Sedih gak ah&lt;br /&gt;tapi life must go on bebeh&lt;br /&gt;as for the kenduri this weekend, i dont know whether i am ready or not to go&lt;br /&gt;ya la &lt;br /&gt;emotionally linked maa&lt;br /&gt;even though most of the emotion came from my side je, tapi i think given some time something gonna come from her side as well&lt;br /&gt;it just i was robbed by a very rash moment; the very night she walked away from the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;everything that was about to click, shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent two fuckin weeks to figure out whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;what should i have done&lt;br /&gt;why this happened&lt;br /&gt;why that happened&lt;br /&gt;but with her, i think even after 20 fuckin years i wouldnt get any answer at all&lt;br /&gt;because it was very complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see it coming though&lt;br /&gt;i thought she was the one, the sparkling life i was about to spend my entire life with&lt;br /&gt;i said sparkle because i saw shines coming outta her face when we were out. we bickered a lot but we agreed a lot too. most of the things i liked, she liked too&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was it. the wait was finally over. the search was about to be called off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then. bang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth came out&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt handle it. them. the truths.&lt;br /&gt;now i got the picture. suddenly the mazes fit each other. and boy, they suprised me to shit&lt;br /&gt;i never expect any of the truth although one tiny bit did made me thankful but thats now vanished. gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why the dangerous one, looked so good and smell so nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;its getting mix up&lt;br /&gt;all these things&lt;br /&gt;people said i did these things because of me emotionally linked&lt;br /&gt;or basically its about me having a thing on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah i admit it&lt;br /&gt;i had something&lt;br /&gt;i wanted something&lt;br /&gt;on her &lt;br /&gt;but after looking, reading, and hearing the whole picture&lt;br /&gt;from her and the parents&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of any possibility of me and her&lt;br /&gt;no. nada. yillekk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i live with someone who basically cheat on everything?&lt;br /&gt;how can i live with someone who speak rudely to her parents?&lt;br /&gt;how can i live with someone who abandon her parents?&lt;br /&gt;how can i live with someone who do whatever she wants and keep blaming the others if things go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me i assume&lt;br /&gt;i heard all the lies with my own fuckin ears&lt;br /&gt;i listened to every harsh words she uttered to the parents&lt;br /&gt;i witness them all. on that day all my love towards her, shattered. into pieces i do not hope to place them together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i am doing all these is the parents. thats all. i share their pain, although i doubt mine is anything compared to theirs. how they might now die and regret how things could be different with the eldest child. &lt;br /&gt;my service now is for the parents and at no return. i am not wishing anything to be thrown back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day they got back their daughter and she begged for forgiveness and sujud ampun to the parents, i will no longer do whatever i am doing. i will never ever bother the daughter and the family again. i will disappear, knowing that the family is back together again. and the sadness tear stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And feel a little better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;Know there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that&lt;br /&gt;You could feel it&lt;br /&gt;But you don't choose&lt;br /&gt;To believe it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it that way&lt;br /&gt;That way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only just stop stop stop running&lt;br /&gt;If you could only take a second to breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you know would be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you &lt;br /&gt;You know they're never gonna stop stop stop your love&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend that the world is waking up&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we see is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;Tell someone their secrets&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I can fix this&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't want&lt;br /&gt;You to miss this&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is&lt;br /&gt;Raining down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only just stop stop stop running&lt;br /&gt;If you could only take a second to breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you know would be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;You know they're never gonna stop stop stop your love&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend that the world is waking up&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we see is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is hard to be&lt;br /&gt;Yourself in this crazy world&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to&lt;br /&gt;Know there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;Come around&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you could only just stop stop stop running&lt;br /&gt;If you could only take a second to breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you know would be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;You know they're never gonna stop stop stop your love&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend that the world is waking up&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we see can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;Can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the current jam. its by lee deWyze something. AI punya contestant. Beautiful Like You the title. tak le layan AI but some constestants tu, crazily freakin good voice. time Bo Bice dulu pun rocks gile. langit dengan bumi ah kalau dengan AF. eh langit dengan... pembentung taik. gotta put the smell jugak dalam comparison tu. sebab AF stinks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure whether this is love song ke ape, but when i first heard it over red.fm ( i listened to red quite a lot these year or so ) i liked the words and its melody. the other i like is christina perry's Jar of Hearts. tapi itu dah lame, still a good song. that song yg featured 5 series BMWs dalam dia nye vidclip pun best gak. i thought BMW sponsor the clip. but it is coooool. i've always like 5 serieses. but i told many people that i hear songs yg i can understand the words, and the music sensible. i hate the sillkhanzzas, or whatever the band called that play music nobody understands. well maybe apart from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty sure people might think the song is somekind related to what been happening these week or so, i may or maynot agree, but u gotta put ur hands up and say this song bloody nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-970097075607266465?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/970097075607266465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=970097075607266465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/970097075607266465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/970097075607266465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/pehhh.html' title='Pehhh | wait a minute | if only...'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6502915087545445695</id><published>2011-05-28T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:27:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came. I waited.</title><content type='html'>Atleast when i looked back at these, i wudnt regret one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone, but i met a wonderful family. I've always wanted to meet them,but neither of us would imagine we were to meet in such an unfortunate, difficult, sad circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father is a very firm man, even i was a bit intimidated when i first saw him. But after 5 minutes, we were sitting together chatting in the house. 10minutes went, we shared a drink! How could someone say he's impossible to approach? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was great. Despite the burden she was under these  week or so, managed smiles and treated me like her own blood. A son perhaps. A son she never had. Told me stories about her lost daughter, about how talented she was, the essay she wrote about her father, the song she sang to her mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the family picture on the dining area wall. Wonderful happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could her? I cant understand any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n the family shared so much. We bonded so well that in the end, i cudnt help but hugged the father and kissed mamas hand as if i am their child. As if i belong to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met them but after just 5,6 hours i felt i belonged to the family already. 5 hours! How cud a man claimed this family is unapproachable? How cud she say this family is at fault caused these difficult situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what gonna happen next but i pray for them to be kept away from sadness and these burden. I pray that Allah give them strength and health to not only move on, but to be parents to the other 4 child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 if u include me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6502915087545445695?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6502915087545445695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6502915087545445695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6502915087545445695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6502915087545445695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-came-i-waited.html' title='I came. I waited.'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1578329751199179302</id><published>2011-05-26T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:18:28.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges in Life</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of one Terry Fox? If u havent then chances are u probably daft. The story about this guy definitely dwarf whatever challenges in life that u are facing of which u thought are enormous and impossible that u resort to easy, cheap solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terry fox is a canadian by birth, and was famous for his effort in gathering support - financially and morally - for the cause of combating cancer. energatic and a sportsman himself, he excelled in both social and education where he played quite number of sports during his university days. marathon was one sport he wasnt embracing much but neither him or anyone know him ever anticipate that it is one thing that made him an sterling example of determination and sheer bravery. And also the one that ripped his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his right leg was amputated over a desease in late 70s, but having only one leg didnt stop him being him. Continued to be active in sports - in wheel chairs - he decided in early 80s that he wanted to do something worth in life, knowing that he wasnt having much age left. So he started small running campaigns which caught many eyes and souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was because he was running with an artificial leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running course got longer that eventually it became a marathon of thousands of miles across many states. The story about him grew and the people started running with him. Motorists gave supportive horns, thumbs ups, and donations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept on running no matter day,rain,or what. It was because he believed on what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he succumbed to death after some thousand miles. Him, running with the artificial leg was made an image, an icon depicting how a man with a leg short faced the challenges in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is with ur life, there are people out there with greater challenge. God gives u this small test because He wants u to do the right thing. And He knows u are able to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing someones father, and convincing him about u being the right man for his daughter, is easy by any means. Great things need great, extraordinary efforts. She is the greatest in the world, so obviously there would be many challenges that u need to face. And pass. Moaning about one or two lost battles isnt going to help u win the war. One time two times being told to get away are nothing, if in the end her dad going to hand over her to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the cards right,and u'll jack the lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to be faced with such task, i would embrace it with my arms wide open. If i were to be a dog to prove to her father that i am the one, so let it be. Cats, pigs, landak, whatever i'll be them. I'll be whatever it takes for me to walk home with the prize i.e her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry ran for thousand miles with one leg! And this is only her father..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1578329751199179302?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1578329751199179302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1578329751199179302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1578329751199179302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1578329751199179302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/challenges-in-life.html' title='Challenges in Life'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7173047010455743318</id><published>2011-05-22T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:33:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl of my dream is getting married. Anyone having bigger problem than me?</title><content type='html'>Yeah.she said today.the only relief is that she also say it might not be today.but it could be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yo-yo thing drained me.emotionally.i dont know whether my doa ever been makbul before but last night i did one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage is kind of elopee.kawin lari.when she told me that,half of me temporarily dead.why elopee?because shes angry with her parents.the whole affair was unbelievable because she got out of her parents house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found it hard to fathom.for someone who loved her mom so much that she sang to her over the phone,or the one that look highly to her dad, how could she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm in not the position to say anything bout her family,but 6 months we know each other,i see compassion.love.caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single day pass in the whole 6 months, that i wasnt thinking about her.hoping to chill out and have fun.try new things.maybe take a walk,take a chance.if we are cool with each other,lets get serious and have kids. 4 or 6 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been long i made a doa.i hope the one i made, get makbul. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it didnt get answered.them. Didnt granted in the past (i think),what made i think to be any different now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be really hard. How i wish i had a fastfoward button. The pain wont be felt long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7173047010455743318?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7173047010455743318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7173047010455743318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7173047010455743318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7173047010455743318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-of-my-dream-is-getting-married.html' title='Girl of my dream is getting married. Anyone having bigger problem than me?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3438441497338116557</id><published>2011-05-17T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:40:23.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down.not out | problems | suddenly felt weird</title><content type='html'>Been at home since sunday, nursing my parents back to normal.both were and still down with bad fever and coughing since coming back from jeddah.down #1. Was heart broken last weekend but had to shoulder on.wasnt my day n nothing i could do but wait n pray.down #2.all i can is to focus on things i could do and leave the rest to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's condition is worse than dads',which means i had to play daughter.too bad they dont get a girl which gonna come handy at times like these.but hey my cooking kinda decent! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much going on these days,perhaps tomorrow going back to campus.gonna get serious with work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got one of my papers accepted into engineering journal last night. which is great news of course! &lt;br /&gt;but then troubles come. &lt;br /&gt;LAZYNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years back, i wished that i own lots of money. the thinking at that time was the only good thing is u are young and have lots of money. theres no point of getting old and becoming rich. because at such old age u gonna be thinking like an old people. ur offsprings gonnna benefits from u become rich. theres no two way about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am getting some money. not a lot but having some MORE than the others. ya la government staf go figure la what my monthly pay is. but still at these times where people go broke, i still having some. but i am lazy right now. keja banyak but lazy. i dont know whats happening to me or what gonna happen to my phd. i figure it out later but i promise i'll finish it up no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats on my mind now? theres someone but susah ah nak kacau. ade selection lah. Li lah. aku malas nak call itu ini or whatever. macam menyibuk tak tentu hala pun ade.  if shes kinda need to talk to me, i am all hers. anytime. besides her i got few exciting movies lined up. first of all of course is the POTC. and i still not seen Thor. i could use my GSC birthday free pass for Thor.3D perhaps. as for POTC, theres always student matric card. it gives u 40% less man, for which a 10RM ticket u only got to pay 6RM. haha. i dont mind pay whatever money for what i like but since i got leeway to pay less, then why not use them, aite? haha the shoppings. ah. promised her to buy skirts. eh promise ke ape. i dont know but i did say to her i wanna buy her skirts because shes kinda like the idea of playing in a skirt. last weekend i couldnt get hold of her and shopping idea gone into drain. i dont mind at all shes in a skirt and i think we are mature enough to suggest that i am into something naughty in this skirt thing. thats why i didnt insist all the time to buy her. but she knows where to find me. speakers for my pc. thinking of LCD tv also. and an xbox360. haha. rosakkkkkk masa depan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dad of my friend once said there must be something if a man willing to spend some money on a girl. he must be wishing something back in return. i couldnt agree more on that account. all i need when i do something with someone i like, is happiness. it doesnt matter Xrm or Yrm, or 0rm, if i am happy then thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. they say if we think too much of what people gonna say, thats the moment we stop being ourselves. if its true then its been so long i havent been myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a jolt to my heart&lt;br /&gt;so sudden i thought its gonna be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;rase each breath very long and bottomless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;what to think&lt;br /&gt;but i know what i want&lt;br /&gt;i want u&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am missing u &lt;br /&gt;badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep well.cant live well. Of course i'm still breathing and tido bangun and all. But what use of them when my mind in a mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3438441497338116557?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3438441497338116557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3438441497338116557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3438441497338116557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3438441497338116557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/downnot-out.html' title='Down.not out | problems | suddenly felt weird'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4702772525320688432</id><published>2011-05-09T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T20:13:25.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks |  batuk</title><content type='html'>Coldplay - Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I drive you away?&lt;br /&gt;I know what you'll say.&lt;br /&gt;You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know"&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always look out for you.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing...&lt;br /&gt;Singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours.&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah I will, yes I will…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing...&lt;br /&gt;Crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vocalizing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I saw sparks,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I saw sparks,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw sparks,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I saw sparks,&lt;br /&gt;Singing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, oh…&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, oh…&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, oh…&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midly batuk these two days. perhaps the aftermath of the bad fever i had last weekend. cant write too much because repeating bad coughing takes all the ideas away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am taking this hurix's honey flavored coughing syrup. it worked before and giving signs it gonna work this time so i guess yeah this coughs will go before friday. i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama gila service keta.gile bubuh engine baru ke ape.burn abis petang ni punya masa.baik usha muvi dulu.priest.one of the muvies i was looking forward gak. Tp kena beli fishermans fren.kalau x membatuk je lam theather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya aku tak cacat.batuk ni sb udara tak bersih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4702772525320688432?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4702772525320688432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4702772525320688432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4702772525320688432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4702772525320688432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sparks.html' title='Sparks |  batuk'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4708157531603533674</id><published>2011-05-07T18:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:26:11.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>gruelling travel these a week or so taken its toll on me. caught a fever and been nursing myself back to normal these 2 days. the signs of feverish were noticed even before i was back to penang but held on to drive back on that very night. morning i suppose. fever, a bad one like i am having, gives strange sensation. it makes u feel very numb, strays the senses i.e lidah cant taste much and dont really get hungry at all, and slow ur movements. anyway, i am getting back to my very best. i'd say almost 90% i am all good. ok ar tu considering i am thinking about catching a movie at the nearest cathay tonight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow is mom's day. too bad my mom's in Jeddah/Makkah doing her umrah with dad, my younger brother, and her mom. but nonetheless, happy mothers day, mom. i am your no.1 fan and i will always be no.1 no matter what, okay? i still dont know what i am getting you but i'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fast n furious 5 tonight. all the seats were full apart from 4 at the most front. so just had a bite at nasik ayam shop something. i was craving for nasik after 2 days not having any. so layan House ah lagi besh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i got a few calling names of which sometimes i cant explain how they came into picture. in the family of 3 sons, i am in the middle and its either Acik or Angah, depending which family to call me. bit far family called me Bang Ngah extension of Angah i guess, which closer ones Acik. While i can explain about Ngah, i dont about Acik. my exit way always been " Mom call youngest one, Adik". but the people from Alor Star where i was living before mom stopped working with the airlines company, called me Agoy. I have no idea where that came from. but it was super cool. nobody ever, ever be called Agoy. nevermind, i am telling these because today i received a call from someone i didnt know at all and she started calling me Bang Ngah. now this is small deal to be honest but she didnt ever think that sort of names are of closer families or atleast families use only? i dont mind but i prefer to be called my name if u are a stranger, complete unknown people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this lady called me asking about matriculation or diploma, which one is better etc etc. she said she knew one of my aunties and yes she mentioned her name. maybe my aunty accidently told her i am working partime at kementerian pengajian tinggi or something lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bakers fuck. i know nuts about whatever holy crap she was talking about. now she gonna ask her child to call me tomorrow. lets hope it isnt a screw, a cocksman like me. kalau pompuan leh gak ah layan. haha ada niat tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial. aku benci gila hidup dalam ketakutan.&lt;br /&gt;ya la. kes amenda lagi. ni mesti kes tak betul la ni&lt;br /&gt;sial sial&lt;br /&gt;aku nak kasi lepas je. patu terus tutup buku. &lt;br /&gt;bangaaaaang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4708157531603533674?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4708157531603533674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4708157531603533674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4708157531603533674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4708157531603533674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/05/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6213135860188656001</id><published>2011-05-01T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:02:30.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gruel-some</title><content type='html'>Got back from kelantan.just barely 18 hours live there. These days gotta lots of travelling. Takdak masalah nak gerak jauh2 but then these trips arent leisure.tak dapat nk lepak punn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw regarding kawin lari, someone did ask me,what if buat gitu patu pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau pregnant,then so be it la.ape nak buat.u want the kid,he wants the kid.so biar ah.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding ur family,a small matter je.kawin dah mmg halal.it just tak declare je.ala,sooner or later they gonna accept it - u married n the child ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay now osama is dead.whats now?will those bloody scanners at all major US airports go as well?or the paranoid upon seeing bearded man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know,dont care as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disturbed to the fact that for more than a decade,a whole country utilising all its capacities going after a man they think behind the attack on their soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this comes from a source claiming iraq had weapon of mass destruction? My oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US MUST be a safer place now.theres no two way bout it.well thats been promised,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hunt tonight was a fruitless one. well in term of getting something i was hunting for, yes a massive dissappointment. when i've done deciding, shedding all those doubts and all, returned to the shop for them to say that only the demo unit was available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. nobody buys a demo unit for petes sake. the person at sony centre is the nicest seller i met these few months and he totally agree some people dont buy demo unit. when i was doing some windowing, he obliged-ly answer all my questions even the absurd ones. he even smiled when i said need to think it over and politely asked me to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for light dinner at mcDonalds groundfloor, make some phone calls, and that was it. verdict was BUY. unfortunately it wasnt meant to be. or was it a signal? haha. i am the dumbest among the worst dumbest persons to read these kind of signals. trust me. nevermind, i shall look for it tomorrow when my hunt continues, and hopefully be successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont give me signals. they never work on me. haha. tired. gotta hit the sack early. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbiVOrlShDY/TcAmTravooI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XLMxIJX68U4/s1600/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbiVOrlShDY/TcAmTravooI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XLMxIJX68U4/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520055963165314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSYF0SXMSmc/TcAnxBxYOnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/adZhVyB8IMs/s1600/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HSYF0SXMSmc/TcAnxBxYOnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/adZhVyB8IMs/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521659691514482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkGXd_vFxJ4/TcAnHTFLtkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/homTzXOgqvI/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkGXd_vFxJ4/TcAnHTFLtkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/homTzXOgqvI/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602520942783477314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. these images are the first few i snapped with my latest digital camera of which i just bought from sony. its wx7 or something. huiiihhhh i loiikkee so much&lt;br /&gt;u know when u buy something new u gonna get this good feeling. i dont know what its called but itu ah, best gileeeeeer. haha huhu hohoho hehe dah rasa cam beruk pun ada doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opted for blue colour, because got tired of blacks and silvers. puh. now i cant take my eyes off it. and off you. ngeh ngeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL just isnt for me. no no. come one time two times ok la but staying here? big no and big thanks. lifes too hectic. been spending approx. 10 hours here, and i am no fan to many things happening here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang sentiasa di hati. har har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6213135860188656001?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6213135860188656001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6213135860188656001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4792308066497950071</id><published>2011-04-23T13:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T02:19:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loophole #1 : kawin di siam/lari | bila menyesal | uneasy</title><content type='html'>Haha.layan mak mmg best.cita mcm2.bukan pasal suh aku kawin,tp just teman dia cite je.pendengar setia.of course la,i kan my mom no.1 fan ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me,no diferen kawin lari or kawin kt siam.both escapee type.both no need wali.both need only wajib thing je.but the exciting thing is that,its halal within my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if ur bf doesnt stack up to parents' expectation and he doesnt want to fight for u/buat2 bagus tanak take that as challenge/tanak even try,dont despair.i've just found a loophole for u to marry her.i guess the cause of wedding must be to fuck her kawkaw all the time or to make her ur slave,because&lt;br /&gt;1)obviously it isnt love because he doesnt wanna fight for u.if he want then ur parents are not a problem.if they say u dont meet the grade then prove la to them and change.but he doesnt want to change n u love him so much,and 2) he wants u to serve him.do nothing else.i know my religion says men are leaders,but u are not his deciple.kalau smua takleh,then baik jadi beruk.duduk lam sangkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless the loophole i want to tell is that u get married kt siam,but dont register with msia authority.like this u can act like both are still couple but at the same time u both know u r married halal ly.this way,if things turn sour btween u both,then just burn the marriage cert.then u are free again.our law will see u as single girl.bukan janda beb.unmarried.bujang.haha.isnt that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know physically isnt possibly for u to be real unmarried girl.but u can lie to the next guy.or threaten him with his purity of love on u,if subject or virginity is a big issue for him.haha.now back to loophole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good thing is that u and him can have sex with peaceful mind.nobody can say anything.no need to feel guilty.kalau kantoi pun xpe.just show jabtn agama the wed cert u got from siam and u not gonna be charged with khalwat.instead they can charge u with tak register kawin je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charged with khalwat is big silly news.and expensive.and malu.tp kalu charged with tak register marriage,its penalty rm1k and thats it.no shame.it just u tak bgtau kt org yg u n him da kawin.haha.u can blame the parents if things gone awry because their disapproval is the main reason kawin kt siam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there u are.if ur bf is thick and bebal n tak gentleman langsung but u still love him to bits and u both wanna get married,go siam! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in the middle of doing something i would definitely regret later. gila betui. dah tau masalah, tapi still nak buat. paling takley bla tu, sanggup aku cari. haha&lt;br /&gt;ini orang kata, ikut hati, binasa. tapi syioookkk wey. apa nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihhhss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw back here i went window2 shop. cari new digital cam. dad n mom going umrah so i think its only appropriate to buy one for them to use there. ala, ibadat memang ibadat la. tapi gambar ambik je la. takde masalah. hehe. so i guess thats goodbye to Fuji HS10 and Canon SX30Is. i am going for those small and not so thick. memang yg aku suke 2-2 tu besar gedabak. tapi takde la macam besar dslr aku. eh ex dslr aku. haha boley kah lagu tu? keh keh. i let go my dslr already for nearly 1.2k. becos i couldnt find the time and the desire to learn much to fully utilise such camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi dekat jj perda, ade la segorombolan  budak2 bawak dslr. maybe saja2 test2 camera. aku gelak2 je la. haih. semak jj doh. biar orang bertujuan cam aku dah le jalan2 kat situ. hampa yg saja2 nak snap itu ini, baik g mane2 tempat lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik2 yg berkapel, kalau boleh la kan, jangan le main2 kan punggung bf tu. aku yg folo kat belakang ni pun tersipu2 sial tengok kau pegang2 gosok2 tepuk2 punggung mamat tu. for sure mamat tu lagi la malu. been there done that but last time it happened, i found it as the best reason for better entertainment. it always worked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punggung ke dslr ke, whatever. dapat gak aku sopping dikala ujung2 bulan. bagus doh perasaan berduit time orang lain sengkek. wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mantra dad always told us is whatever u do, do it the best u want it to be done. no matter what. sports, our hobbies. but mostly he was getting to the studies part. but mom and dad they are great parents. communication is key. they tell us things. and they tell us why. in no any circumstances they hurried us. paksa this and that. my fren eejay said moms especially know how to get to their children. i say my mom is brilliant. dads as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they've grown old. both are coming to 56. and in 4 years time, gonna break the 60 barrier. i hope by then i get to produce grandkids for them. u know, grandparents and grandkids thing.its gonna be perfect. i hope i got the girl i want the most in 4 years time. i am no kidding man. i am dead serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study isnt going well at the moment. but i guess thats because we havent start doing the experiments. too much calculation sometimes bother u much. u would at times argue with urself. are these numbers accurate? why this? why that? it couldnt be this, could it? but most of them i am kinda becoming sluggish. sloppy. i dont know what may have cause this. i am very comfortable in the situation i am in right now. and when people get into their most cosiest comfortable zone, thats not good at all. that signals problems are coming. &lt;br 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href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/04/loophole-1-kawin-di-siamlari.html' title='Loophole #1 : kawin di siam/lari | bila menyesal | uneasy'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3445439220739179554</id><published>2011-04-19T10:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:59:15.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want for my Birthday | What happen? | false alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOk5PEnF6yw/Ta5mLVUpDRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BTm8L10AoH4/s1600/united%2Bofficial%2Bnecktie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOk5PEnF6yw/Ta5mLVUpDRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BTm8L10AoH4/s320/united%2Bofficial%2Bnecktie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597523731756420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want official neck tie of manchester united.&lt;br /&gt;just like the one wore by sir alex and fabio the left back. i am not really sure whether it is fabio or his twin bro rafael because they are... twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people u have been warned! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. thats why i am asking. now i am kinda like stupid.numb. what is wrong? is it me? what have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hurting me, this feeling. i cant stop thinking about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false alarm.&lt;br /&gt;u know when things are going well but then kinda stop abruptly without any reason whatsoever, u cant help but think about it all the time. i had been in that state for two days. semak pala otak. now that i know whats going on, so i am chill about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no false in that i cant stop thinking about u. i REALLY miss u. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow gonna be back hometown. last time i managed to arrive at precisely 8am and had breakfast with mom n dad. i hope the same is for tomorrow. my alarm gonna ring on 6 am something. early mornings i dont think got speedtrap or heavy traffic of which gonna help me tremendously sampai rumah at around 8am. i feel safe speeding while i am all alone in the car. if with people, i need to think about them. ya la. i am responsible for their safety. nanti ape2 jadi, sape nak jawap? haha. now that i all by myself, gonna be responsible on my life ja. tapi i hope no more stupid petrolnas oil tank lorry swaying suddenly onto my path, like last week. hangit bau brake disc! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telapak tangan gatal. ini petanda bagus untuk dapat duit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh almost forgot. my new friend mr misai at the pool said my leg propelling technique kinda not perfect. thats why i kinda slow and penat too much. he said need to kangkang more and push the water backward. i cant imagine how to do that but i give it a try next monday. nothing is impossible. i still remember 6 weeks or so ago, i told sara swimming isnt gonna work. i hate it and stop after a few tries on that morning. but now i am doing the thing i said not gonna work. and i enjoy it plak tu. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forza mokk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3445439220739179554?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3445439220739179554/comments/default' 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All in One | Never I want This | ini tidak sihat | whatever ja ah | lajuuuuu</title><content type='html'>Its my feeling. Semua ada. Happy, not so happy, anxious, worried, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy because suddenly i am in full of money. currently and in the near future. and at the same time i am not boros like i was before. dulu, ade duit sikit, memang abis something i gonna do. but now, wallet full of money. but nope. nothing happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare things now and a week before as i was very skint because i need to fork 1.8k out of my own pocket for the conference and transformer design, i believe i need to be bersyukur. thankful to Allah that finally i can breathe easily. at least in term financial term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxious because the phd is not going as good as i am expecting. right now i am coming to full 2 years but all i got to show for my efforts are calculations. lots and lots of calculations. maybe i am anxious for no reason because we gonna start experiments to validate my calculation and theories, but still i feel uneasy when i think about these. tapi itu la, my efforts sebenarnya not so much. nothing to brag about. phd is going on but at slow rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried because of whats happening inside sara's head. she asked weird questions last night. i asked whats wrong and shes not telling. infact she shut me up. i dont know. why oh why in the middle of something shes doing right now that supposely means so much to her, did she ask those questions? obviously her mind is not straight. but why. god knows. and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not happy. may not be able to surprise her tomorrow. initially i wanted to go cheer her up at the tournament shes playing right now, but with much works i am having now, it seems impossible. shes that special that i can go and back KL from here in a single day. thats how far i am willing to go for her. &lt;br /&gt;not happy also because my car insurance is expiring 10th may. but the quotation Tokio Marine sent me is wrong. they gonna insured the car 82k which is exactly the same amount as i was quoted for current insurance coverage. the value should follow the current car value, not a stagnant value like 82k. because car value depreciates as years go on. if they wanna insured it at 82k of which higher than market price, i am the one gonna lose much. because it means i am paying more than i should and nauzubillah if something happen, they only gonna pay me the market price evaluation of the car. mana aci!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited. because i might be going to melbourne this november! conference. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing this for years and i am no proud of it&lt;br /&gt;trust me, done everything i ever think of, to stop myself doing it&lt;br /&gt;but i never succeed&lt;br /&gt;the goods and bads of it pretty much well documented &lt;br /&gt;hish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camna wey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home this morning.tp itu ah.not a good start to a new day bekos i was angry over something.usually i am calm about those,but i dont what made me so mad.cud that i knew things happened prelude to what i saw this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shud i get angry?its not my bisnes!damn it get ur head straight man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp whatever.the anger developed,made me a crazy car driver.previously i was struggling to reach to the speed i did otw this morning.tp tadi,marahnye pasal,dekat 200.patu ade lak tanker petrolnas bodo suddenly potong,slow gila.then hard breaking ar.memang i feel ah the abs working,dia rasa cam time u break tu,ada gegar2.peh.nasibla. aritu ada lori bodo n stupid taxi driver. Tp i kinda like driving while i am mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe aku marah bekos... yala,dulu mcm nak tanam2 ntah ape2 itu la ini la.takley trima la,ngarut itu ini.sampai nak wat amenda pun takjadi.tapi...haih.agaknya these people,dont know how to stop.both nak hang on,and hope.eh bukan.sorang je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it isnt about me.i'm cool over that matter.sometimes u need to just stop.take a breathe.and start enjoying what u love the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently dalam hotak, theres nothing. tapi banyak benda oo nak buat. sebab aku ade to do list which i did just after a week pass. kire cam reminder for me to give attention to for the whole next week. tapi itu ah, i kinda blank. otw back here, shopping but macam orang pukau oh. i shopped something but i didnt think much at all. just take this and that and then go buy. a short, a new swimming trunk, swimming goggles, a shirt. thats all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to shop all by my own. because kalau with people, could be the colour of my shirt tak kena la itu la cutting tak elok la ini la. last time i shopped with a girl was with eejay but itu ah, ended up buying something i didnt really want. long long time ago, shop with my exgf was the worst. i even bought something i didnt need at all. and i bought her something she need. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau orang tak kenal, they would say i am a loner or something but the fact that matter is, there are a few things that i love to do all by my own. itu la. lain kali kenal ar dulu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yayayayayayaya&lt;br /&gt;sudah laju saya swimmmmm wiiii~&lt;br /&gt;this is good. i finally get the rhythm for the real kuak katak. before this only the hands got the kuak katak right, while the kaki is kinda like free style punya kayuh&lt;br /&gt;tadi things got synchronize. the problem is now to NOT get panic whenever i miss breathing&lt;br /&gt;damn it soooo fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a goggle for sara. she doesnt has any. i guess pretty eyes (and eyebags) like that deserve a little protection. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7486241677082649798?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7486241677082649798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7486241677082649798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7486241677082649798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7486241677082649798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/04/semua-ada-all-in-one.html' title='Semua Ada. All in One | Never I want This | ini tidak sihat | whatever ja ah | lajuuuuu'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8552999966965305961</id><published>2011-04-11T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:44:48.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If | Jatuh Cinta | seronok | big talk</title><content type='html'>if i didnt meet you&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt know you&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt know you&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt like you&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt like you&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt love you&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt love you&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr87Slh7GbI/TaMcJz7NpdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WJ2N_SYMsZQ/s1600/selamat%2Btinggal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr87Slh7GbI/TaMcJz7NpdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WJ2N_SYMsZQ/s320/selamat%2Btinggal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594346117007254994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew&lt;br /&gt;CPR beb&lt;br /&gt;this is the girl that featured in the vclip Selamat Tinggal Dina Feat. Zizan Raja Lawak &lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether i got the title right, but itu ah. i guess if u google it, the one u found is that ah.&lt;br /&gt;but my god this girl hit all the right spots. but physically je la. we have other evaluation sectors on people but heck it, enjoy je la. and ah, this girl, married already. so, off the radar already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got to go service the car at butterworth, they wrote me a letter about the mass recall of the 2009 city. some movement springs apparently lost their kinetic motions and need replacement. ah all i care is i dont have to pay. but fuck it i need to waste 4 hours for that to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess tomorrow is another goner day. might finish the entire afternoon with wani. watching movie or luncheon or whatever. then get back for tennis 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harap2 tak le ujan besok. saye sudah gian main tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengah stranded kat service centre. tunggu motion springs vtec dipasangkan kat engine. budak2 service cakap amik masa dalam 4 jam. so gonna be rooted here for hours. luckily got wifi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beside this glassed waiting room, there is a couple, taking delivering of their prestine white honda city. they are obviously happy. the faces tell all. the wife, a few months pregnant, is pretty much smiling all the time while hubby is checking out the car. now they are going in to sign the necessary documents. i can imagine how excited they are. i was the same when i collected my city 11th may 2009. it was at lee motors alor star and i cant take my eyes of it for weeks. of course i couldnt, its my first car i bought with my own money. from head to toe! dad asked me to leave the car for a few months because he didnt want me to get over excited driving brand new car. it just he said when people get very excited they cant think well. i obliged and alhamdulillah till now, everything going very well me n my car. i think that way works because at my taman there is a boy, bought a city as well, but within a few days he crashed it in a fatal accident. a girl died on the accident spot. they say the speed was excessive but wallahualam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cars front bonnet still opened. thats mean they still doing something. earlier there was an old man circa 50 years old was raising his voice because he insisted that because of his appointment was set at 10.30am, he said he expected the car to be start worked on at that time.it is impossible because 1) there were many customers before him, and, 2) mechanical works need time to get it right, so if 10.30 is the appointment it wont be precise at that time the car to be attended. just give it a margin 30 minutes-45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting angry doesnt solve problems. so does merajuk. or crying. atleast that what i believe. if u merajuk, then u jugak yg rugi. the same goes for crying. i have always prefer to see the solutions, rather than focusing on the problems. its more satisying for all parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. bile nak abis daa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. eh. let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;i dont talk big about going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;or go swimming with you. or whatever we do together&lt;br /&gt;because i dont think it (telling other people) warrant anything to boast around about&lt;br /&gt;meaning i dont bising2 we do this and that and whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people ask and i tell. thats all. &lt;br /&gt;but if u dont like i tell then lemme know. i'll cut down the conversation that feature u in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like lepaking with you even tho u might find me boring&lt;br /&gt;i like spending time with people that i like. i.e you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr87Slh7GbI/TaMcJz7NpdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WJ2N_SYMsZQ/s72-c/selamat%2Btinggal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5800831262889389681</id><published>2011-04-08T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:28:39.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenduri</title><content type='html'>Dad arranged for a kenduri today.well,its mom actually.dia kalut2 nak.dad okayed je sebab tanak her bising2.bingit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenduri is just to recite Yasin n doa selamat.primarily for his retirement.pencen edi.tapi itula,he unexpectedly admitted into GH.and still there as things are now.a bit weird if the 'celebrated' person isnt at a function made for that person.but then mom kalut again.dont want to postpone.pening2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily atok sedara is here.we dont really mingle with people here.we cant,really,because of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)age differs too much.way of thinking diferen.2)wavelength pun tak serupa.we are born n raise guided n guarded.but we are thankful because it seems the way we were brought up,is totally correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe.back to kenduri.so itula.lepas jemaat,jemput dorg mkn then trus baca Yasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenduri went quite well.abit nervous as i had to tell them bout dad.just wakilkan dad n serah majlis to the ustat to begin recite Yasin,n tahlil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauk byk gile lebih.dad budgeted,eh,mom sbnrnya, for 100people.org taman baru 50.adeh.tapi itula.i cant say much,but then if kalau kurang pun masalah,kan.last2 bungkuskan je utk org2 buat keja.haha.tp lauk mmg sdap syalll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cana nak diet.weekend je,lebur.tapi xpe,isnin n kamis swimming.the rest switch between tenis n squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes out whole next week.damn,gonna miss her again.susah toi kalau u like someone secretly.haih.takpela.aku yg suka.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime we go visit dad,we disobey all visiting rules.haha.for example,visiting hours.patutnya sampe 7pm je.tp td lepak till nearly 9.but then i guess ok kot sb hes at first class ward,he got a room for his own need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.bile la dad can be back.hes look allright,but high bp.thats why hes being held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5800831262889389681?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1742662380416059368</id><published>2011-04-03T22:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:33:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender again | duit kena cilok | Heart | Dad's Agony</title><content type='html'>he said somebody twisted his words. but with his previous records about gender thingy, many would doubt that he meant something else. nevertheless, quite an uproar had been on air since he said that or his statement been twisted or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babi tui. tadi p berenang, duit kena cilok rm60. haram tui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu ar. aku takdak bukti. so this stays as accusation. allegation. but whatever it was, i know the amount of money INSIDE my own WALLET. i left the key at the counter because aku takut it might get dropped into the pool. mane nak tau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. takde rezeki la tu. haram tui. ptuih. ptuih. ptuihhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a funny thing that the smallest organ in a human body, has an absolute control over a person. its size smaller than the most important organ, the brain, and both do not always work in tandem. brain would have to give way if both are to collide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a heart decides, then nothing can change its decision. no matter who illogical it maybe, the body does what the heart wants. however, there are supportive elements that decide what heart wants. for example feeling. memories. sense of responsiblities. and so on. for example a married couple with kids, most of them wont even try to distract the harmony of the family, no matter how irritating life might be for both of them. even though heart says enough, the sense of responsibility sometimes overrule that. the body ready itself, bracing challenges ahead. however, heart sometimes comes out winner, the couple got divorced even though it means divide the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple would always be together even though one of them behave like total prat. its because heart says "stay" although not a single thing is right between them. why heart say stay? it could be memories. or sense of not wanting to quit and hoping things would change. whether things change or not, its none of our business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do now, is, pray. and hope. and live as normal as i can. there is nothing i could do if your heart decides to stay. there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not any amount of anything in this world is comparable to describe how much i miss you. and how much i wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad hates hospital so much. as long as i can remember, hes never been admitted to any hospital, GH or private ones, during his younger days. just this year, age 55 he was admitted TWICE. the first one was during the last ramadhan. he got admitted because of chest pain. it turned out that his artery got a blockage. doctors suggest for him to do that colouring test. forgot d what its called, but its like they put in coloured harmless ink into his arteries nd they observe where the ink stopped /blocked. then if they found it then they gonna insert something to clear the blockade. but he was scared to do the suggested procedure and i dont really follow what happen because he forbid mom to tell me anything about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing him, i didnt insist because that would put mom into trouble. it just i think many dads dont really want to tell everything because of reasons only known to them. that may well put me into a situation which restrict what i can do to help if something bad happen/too late, but then i got no option at all. the only thing i can do is to peek at the medic reports he bring home and check out the files. he does filing on EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second time is today. this afternoon to be precise. they got back from kelantan yesterday and he complained about difficulties to sleep. he said something like liquid was inside his throat areas, like kahak or something. he can breathe but not convenient at all. he did managed to sleep after all. then this afternoon mom pushed him to go Metro the specialist hospital then they knew whats wrong. it turned out his heart was having difficulties in pumping the water he drank. he is a water drinker mind u. so the excessive water went into his veins, particularly some places at the back and his both hands and they became swell. mom got him to Sg petani GH and he been given something to fasten his urination so that the excessive water can be cut down to acceptable amount his heart can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maximum amount of water he can drink for today is 750ml. and that INCLUDES the soup they serve, and any vegetable as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now he probably be urinating a lot. luckily he was given first class treatment and got a room for himself and has a toilet of its own. i hope hes gonna be out tomorrow because on friday we got kenduri for his retirement. it would be quite weird if we made a kenduri where the one that matter the most is not there! and also i dont really mix with the rest of people at our area, i cant imagine how things gonna be if hes not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stink like what what now. i havent change the cloth. havent got proper drink. this morning got man utd vs chelsea champions league. tomorrow wanna go swimming. preferably with sara because i wanna show her my swimming PROWESS. haha. but shes menstruating right now and i dont know whether it is good for them to go under water during these situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thesis? tunggu ah dulu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1742662380416059368?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1742662380416059368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1742662380416059368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1742662380416059368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1742662380416059368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/04/gender-again.html' title='Gender again | duit kena cilok | Heart | Dad&apos;s Agony'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6979306194307458967</id><published>2011-03-31T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:09:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official - I know how to swim! | my dream garage | lori gula eksiden,gula tumpah</title><content type='html'>Damn. I dont know it is this easy.&lt;br /&gt;after two lessons, i can swim from point A to B&lt;br /&gt;of course without touching the floor! &lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;thanks to sara although what she did was only 1) brought me to the pool 2) tell me to float&lt;br /&gt;also thanks to a friend who was willing to accompany me swimming today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to go swim at least twice a week. preferably isnin and kamis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha damn seronok gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- the only style i know is the breast stroke. and i still have problem in getting enough air i.e mendongak pala time stroke tu. setiap kali mesti lupa rythm, and also choke dengan air. but nevermind, another 2-3 lesson i think i'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely i would like to have a scooter,preferably a piaggo in my dream garage.i pretty like its cheap n cheerful appearance,nippy for going to shops nearby and taking the kids for roundabouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among others i'd like a 458 italia cs (thats competizione speciale ;) ) in pristine scuderia liveries.with big horizontal wing at the back,its sound gonna bleed anyones ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the AMGs.but i'd prefer the coupe e350 amg,and the big s65.damn its kewl.however they arent the only german i like.gimme a gt3 not the rs bekos i need good seats n no need scaffolding roll cage/4point harness,and that rs5.throw in the 4wd ml merc,thats my german line up! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bentley continential supersport! Yay yay yay!!! very excited.also gonna need the maserati grand tourismo as well as american muscle bumblebee of which i forgot what its called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wud very appreciate it if the garage has the big v8 range rover sports n escalade.RR evoque may in infant stage but i'd take it as soon as its ready.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love a triumph bonnaville, any of the augusta bikes,and that 1000cc kawa superbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;lepas basuh most of the cars (aku pencacai basuh keta.haha) trus masuk dapur.jumpa bubur kacang panas2.terus cedok masuk mangkuk,ngap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneh gila.tp bapak aku mkn dpan aku,rilek je.dah ar dia glucose level agak tinggi..sampai aku bising kt mak,tnya knpa maneh sgt.mak aku ckp dia suh bapak aku yg bubuh gula.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nampak gaya lori gula eksiden.gula dia tumpah masuk buboq kacang kitorg.wakaka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aku ni kira mcm benchmarking rasa makanan dlm rumah.kalau mak aku tnya,tomyam pedas ke tak,and if aku ckp 'tak' then bg dorg kire dah ok.tp kalu aku ckp 'pedas',maknanya memang super pedas la.buboq tadi,aku ckp 'manis',so memang tahap gile la manis.trus mak aku tmbah air,kasi dillute sikit manisnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya aku dah jadi pencacai rasa makanan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6979306194307458967?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6979306194307458967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6979306194307458967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6979306194307458967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6979306194307458967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-official-now-i-know-how-to-swim.html' title='Its Official - I know how to swim! | my dream garage | lori gula eksiden,gula tumpah'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6193745818366780654</id><published>2011-03-28T14:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:06:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>quite a lot of things i never do during my entire short 27 years life. swimming is one of them. it is because of my fear of water. my other ultimate fear is altitude. high places. been on that cable car a few times and i didn't speak and became heavily sweating while inside them. hate it when i thought my life would depend on that tiny cable carrying the car. of course God decides everything. but it still give me the creep feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i was in my trunk and we showed up at the pool quarter past eight. never swim before so i dont know whether mornings are good for water activity or what. but heck it we jumped into the water. my first lesson was to hang my hands on the side wall of the pool and began squashing the legs in the water to keep afloat. didnt manage it at first and totally hate it. but after a  while things started to come together. the second problem was that i didnt know how and when to get my head up for air during the little swim-about i did. that made me choked on chlorine water. quite a lot. they went in every way. my nose. throat. ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming is good. at least that what i was told. and what i read. may give it another try. because instructor is going away for the entire week then i have to rely on somebody else to get me to swim. my data collection starts this week, maybe no more morning swimming. afternoons lah jawab nya. &lt;br /&gt;btw she seemed not relax anymore whenever with me. i dont know why. it could be i am a boring person? or shes having some problem or what.i dont bother to ask, bcause nanti susah cerita. so biar ah. lagipun dah dekat2 masum/tonemen ni, takyah bising2 sangat. karang meletop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala biar la. i am happy like that. i said that i miss you it is because i really miss u. if kalau tak suke, then tell me ah. i can stop talking altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rains heavily these few days. i dont know whether its the climate change or something bad brewing&lt;br /&gt;now in the night it raining again outside&lt;br /&gt;too much raining totally gonna spoil my day. or days.&lt;br /&gt;no sports. eat kind of lot. sleep gonna be so good. bila nak abih phd? haiss ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i just know about malaysia education department is changing the semester periodical arrangement for university students. they are doing that because all around the world is doing according to the system we gonna change into so i guess its there to cater the students coming from outside.&lt;br /&gt;starting from the next semester, 2011-2012, the first semester gonna start on september. which means, the current students will be having 4 months of holiday instead of just 2 (old system)&lt;br /&gt;better check it with your student department man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6193745818366780654?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6193745818366780654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6193745818366780654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6193745818366780654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6193745818366780654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/03/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7534090698215061307</id><published>2011-03-24T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:56:30.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuak.cuok | memories | palat | merayap</title><content type='html'>Naik feri penang mmg best&lt;br /&gt;tambah2 time malam,angin mmg breeze.seronok&lt;br /&gt;tp yg tak sonok ialah masuk feri,ko kete first.&lt;br /&gt;Cuak gak.sb depan kau takdak benda.only the gate separate u from the sea.and of kos ur handbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu ar.still kinda cuak anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.weh,naik cruise nak?best kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to sara i need to stay up tonight. was about to settle that blardy Shanghai-targeted paper but she called to layan her squash sat. didnt think twice, shes nice companion to be with. plus she made my week a fortnight ago. nevermind ah. what i lose, i have to made up later. so takpe ah. bukan selalu. also this week i hadnt have any sport session. it rains everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time nak tunggu tido, i was looking into those mp3 from the days i was studying in melaka. pretty wild those days, lucky we didnt have karok. or if there was, then maybe i kinda sooooo hooked up with my ex girlfren that got no time to lepak karok. anyway, the tracks are kinda quite different to what i am listening now. chemical romance (helena, last parade, i dont love etc etc). Jets. Switchfoot. Keane. and i came across The Click Five (empty) how these bands disappear from my radar i also dont know. i always told people that i listen to songs that i can sort of understand or not too loud. sensible. theres no point to hear people screaming nonsense. thats why i think i dont fancy pubs or discotheques or night clubs. or silkhanaz. or whatever underground band. the pictures we took during the years refreshed memories. its amazing 6 years ago we didnt really have digital camera, i mean not as much as we got right now. if ade pun during those time, its freaking expensive. wonder how the nerdy fahmi is doing after graduation. is he still got that stephen hawking look? kasim. asyuk. some people got fb and i know they are doing fine, but some had completely gone off radar. too bad because people like kasim, asyuk are like gem. very nice to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore the shirt my ex girlfren gave me. for the first time. its not i am not over her but whatever she gave me that i still possess, serve as stern reminder for myself. its a warning for not slipping up again in relationship. i am sorry for screwing things up but i believe its the best thing that could had happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only in life i got this forward/rewind button just like in blurays or dvd players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a picture &lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;didn't think I'd miss her &lt;br /&gt;that much&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;but its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;in ink&lt;br /&gt;its been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;but its empty&lt;br /&gt;its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've even wondered &lt;br /&gt;if we&lt;br /&gt;should be getting under&lt;br /&gt;these sheets&lt;br /&gt;we could lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;but its empty&lt;br /&gt;its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;maybe the timing &lt;br /&gt;is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're empty&lt;br /&gt;we're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 paper aku dah diaccept utk present kat international conference. satu kat pahang. satu kat thailand, and the latest kat chengdu, china.&lt;br /&gt;of kos aku agak gembira sebab hasil aku diiktiraf. sort of. but mostly these conferences are not that tight as journals. but hell lah. atleast i got accepted. so i guess the work is kinda allright&lt;br /&gt;but the crap thing is i may not be able to present them all. i mean apart from pahang, of which i am gonna pay from my own fuckin pocket and i hope be able to claim it back the fees from my supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;have no idea how to pay for the other two. thailand needs 800bucks. chengdu god knows how much. itu belum cerite hotel, makan, and flight. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini memang palat nye cerite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celik2 mate, ujan. sedap lak tido. tapi mengenangkan aku kena antaq design ke kedai utk buat transformer aku, maka dengan liat bangun.&lt;br /&gt;dah g kedai aku ingat mmg nak gerak balik umah ah. aleh2 bapak aku msg kata dorang nak keluar. petang baru balii. haduh. aku mana da kunci rumah. beh gane nakj balik? seb bek la ada wifi mcD. leh gak aku mengabih masa. tapi betri tak berapa banyak lak lappy ni. memang tepaksa merayap a pasni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyaklak ujan2 ni orang lapa mcD. berduyun2 keta masuk drive thru. seb bek aku sampai awal. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7534090698215061307?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7534090698215061307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7534090698215061307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7534090698215061307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7534090698215061307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuakcuok.html' title='Cuak.cuok | memories | palat | merayap'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4073461267537827249</id><published>2011-03-21T21:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:45:53.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtTOhcXqSI/TYhRYH9F5lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M02SSD5NVH4/s1600/curve_sticker_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtTOhcXqSI/TYhRYH9F5lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M02SSD5NVH4/s320/curve_sticker_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586804812647097938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqAeIE9DTkk/TYhQmxYj2dI/AAAAAAAAACI/VPRidn1hcX8/s1600/kampung%2Bnelayan1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqAeIE9DTkk/TYhQmxYj2dI/AAAAAAAAACI/VPRidn1hcX8/s320/kampung%2Bnelayan1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586803964774701522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5H5eiEA9tA/TYhPwF57yrI/AAAAAAAAACA/iixqr2EN0sk/s1600/Picture%2B075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5H5eiEA9tA/TYhPwF57yrI/AAAAAAAAACA/iixqr2EN0sk/s320/Picture%2B075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586803025390586546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0XDjg4Bg/TYhOPKh3zKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I7b9_GFDjDQ/s1600/Picture%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0XDjg4Bg/TYhOPKh3zKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I7b9_GFDjDQ/s320/Picture%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586801360184528034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrAVCI_q5Zw/TYhNwzY_zDI/AAAAAAAAABw/IzFikL2kSP4/s1600/Picture%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrAVCI_q5Zw/TYhNwzY_zDI/AAAAAAAAABw/IzFikL2kSP4/s320/Picture%2B050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586800838577212466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8nb7H14vLk/TYhNey6sV0I/AAAAAAAAABo/4m-YZXIdZtQ/s1600/Picture%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8nb7H14vLk/TYhNey6sV0I/AAAAAAAAABo/4m-YZXIdZtQ/s320/Picture%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586800529212462914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_tTOfNARc/TYdUoPRHYQI/AAAAAAAAABg/ca3YekcbDVo/s1600/Image0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_tTOfNARc/TYdUoPRHYQI/AAAAAAAAABg/ca3YekcbDVo/s320/Image0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586526913046208770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWLUcbuwCa0/TYhRpNlIbNI/AAAAAAAAACY/29jqjdbkhiM/s1600/curve_sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWLUcbuwCa0/TYhRpNlIbNI/AAAAAAAAACY/29jqjdbkhiM/s320/curve_sticker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586805106214989010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the odd one of the pictures is the malboro box &lt;br /&gt;because it wasnt taken by my camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth* i just know&lt;br /&gt;break my heart into thousands of pieces&lt;br /&gt;its like a jolt into my deep, felt like numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i take that as the truth because it was told with great conviction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnAjTABkQZQ/TYlni7n6-xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qpAf6dZMRD0/s1600/curve_sticker_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnAjTABkQZQ/TYlni7n6-xI/AAAAAAAAACg/qpAf6dZMRD0/s320/curve_sticker_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587110662548159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lc9PwoDkYJ4/TYloIUO9nqI/AAAAAAAAACo/LUmGzidBuL8/s1600/penang_cititel_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lc9PwoDkYJ4/TYloIUO9nqI/AAAAAAAAACo/LUmGzidBuL8/s320/penang_cititel_view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587111304809520802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqlMvFanNKk/TYlo6iIRWwI/AAAAAAAAACw/8ZkoHY6ZwKk/s1600/felt%2Bcaged.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqlMvFanNKk/TYlo6iIRWwI/AAAAAAAAACw/8ZkoHY6ZwKk/s320/felt%2Bcaged.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587112167533009666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsqzBs-A6kA/TYlpmTv3g0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dcLP316CjjU/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsqzBs-A6kA/TYlpmTv3g0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dcLP316CjjU/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587112919586800450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there a few movies i watch again and again and i still laugh no matter what. i just like them. too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;2) Wedding Crasher&lt;br /&gt;3) Just Go With It&lt;br /&gt;4) Talladega Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on but all i can think now is the four. its good to laugh, u know. it makes me feel good. and great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4073461267537827249?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtTOhcXqSI/TYhRYH9F5lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/M02SSD5NVH4/s72-c/curve_sticker_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6847876094404492826</id><published>2011-03-20T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:19:46.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les mesereble | Less Panase | Le Lawak | Price Tag</title><content type='html'>Initially thought to post in french,u know,maybe change a bit to make things fresh n exciting.but with my french vocab is crap - sac de merde (dont know if i got that right tho,but i doubt it) - maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever,but this morning i drove dad to AS GH for his regular med check.the whole family tag along.i thot 9am is kinda early enuf but i was wrong.paking full like crap full.took 1/2 hour to find one.itu pun mcm harem je.kene fight for a parking slot,cud u imagine that?geremm je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside GH,bisnes as usual.ramai berpack2.mcm dorg camping dalam ni.rupanya ramai org sakit.or mebi ramai org yg accompany je kot.like me.like us.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,mom found kulit ular.6 inches long.so thats mean we got snake in the house! I dont know what happen ular salin kulit. Mating?they fight? Nvrmind, i shall ask bout this to Sara Jane when i got back to campus tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi tghari panas yg amat.tejelepok aku tidoq.it was very draining.but then wake up i saw everywhere dark.da mlm ke ape.it turned out ujan lebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days weather is crazy.one minute super hot then it becomes rain like taufan.fuh.this spell danger folks.just take extra precaution to ur health,okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week gonna learn sewimmiiingg! Gonna learn from sara jane (jane like the tarzan's partner,Jane coz she likes animals.too much.and too weird ones). Shes the man if u guys wanna learn a thing or two about being floating on the water. like papyrus. remember shes the partner of Tarzan, of course she teach uols.cudnt wait! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say ujan no speedtrap coz police got no umbrella.haha.ya eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rajin hapdet blog&lt;br /&gt;kena kenan beruk ke ape noks haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about my mom just before i depart back here usm. we were having afternoon tea (which includes nasik goreng, laksa, teh susu, kek pisang, and some many more foods. i dont think we can call this something like 'tea session' haha ) and watching last night game rugby England vs Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked a lot of questions. why this happened, what happened after that, why that didnt count, move fast, dont push2, etc etc. weird questions considering that shes been married to a rugby man my dad for nearly 30-35 years. i thought she knew a thing or two about the game my dad loves so much. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she likes sports. they both watch tennis quite a lot and she prefers the gentleman roger federer instead of the overworked nadal even though right now nadal is no.1. she knows many things about tennis and whos who in the atp tour. she thinks maria sharapova is another anna kournikova - pretty face and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i would marry a lady who likes sports. i would imagine things gonna be boring if she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have fave color. I dont have fave music or song. But currently this is my jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea&lt;br /&gt;You ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody's got a price,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;When the sale comes first,&lt;br /&gt;And the truth comes second,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop, for a minute and&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so serious&lt;br /&gt;Acting so damn mysterious&lt;br /&gt;Got your shades on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And your heels so high&lt;br /&gt;That you can't even have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;We need to take it back in time,&lt;br /&gt;When music made us all unite&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't low blows and video hoes,&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one getting tired&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy us happiness&lt;br /&gt;Can we all slow down and enjoy right now&lt;br /&gt;Guarantee we'll be feeling Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their left (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look to their right (ha)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel that (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We're paying with love tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B.o.B]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well, keep the price tag&lt;br /&gt;And take the cash back&lt;br /&gt;Just give me six strings and a half stACK.&lt;br /&gt;And you can keep the cars&lt;br /&gt;Leave me the garage&lt;br /&gt;And all I..&lt;br /&gt;Yes all I need are keys and guitars&lt;br /&gt;And its with in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we leaping across these undefeatable odds&lt;br /&gt;Its like this man, you can't put a price on the life&lt;br /&gt;We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight&lt;br /&gt;So we aint gon stumble and fall never&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to see this in the sign of defeat uh uh&lt;br /&gt;So we gon keep everyone moving their feet&lt;br /&gt;So bring back the beat and then everyone sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We don't need your money, money, money&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make the world dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the Price Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jessie J -Outro]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oo-oooh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the price tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6847876094404492826?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-457621305846357296</id><published>2011-03-18T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:32:34.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>No more beating behind the bushes, now gonna jack the lot. Lets hope the next card is not Joker. or else i out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the first time i saw you, i must admit i didnt get a clear look on your face. I think twice u looked up to me and thats was it. Maybe u were looking at me. perasan. or maybe u just looked up and coincidently i was there. i dont know. The second time however, i got clearer view as i peeked behind the glass as you were playing. i was going to change into my gear for tennis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to know you. i have been there countless times before, weirdly i never see you. so i saw you and i wanted to know about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thats kind lame though.  could have seen someone else and  may want to know the someone else rather than YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i guess so. but nothing much i can explain. then i remember one time we were up there again, but there was no you. instead they got some cocuriculum going on down there. so i told myself maybe the two times i saw you, those could be like.. fluke moments. nasib. i thought that was it. no more you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adding YOU on FB and YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was keeping hope about seeing you again, but i forgot the whole thing because i thought that was it. Then by chance I talked to Wak and Syad about you, asking whether they know a girl playing squash. So Syad said you are his friend, and he asked why of all sudden i asked. I told him about i saw you bla bla bla, and he started to tease me. So he told me about you, your name, where u study etc. That was it. He didnt give ur fb id or YM at first. because he wanted to ask you whether it was okay for him to give those info to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt hope much this time because i knew girls here are kinda conservative. plus i know maybe you didnt want to even let me add u on fb/ym. Again i forgot the whole thing. A few days/a week after, Syad came to my lappy. He used my fb/ym acc, added you. He even gave me ur phone number. I was suprised. At the same time I thought what i am gonna do about this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A walk back to the memory lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I cant remember what the first line i typed on the YM or ur fb, but i was asking u most of the time about squash and whether u can teach me a thing or two about the sports. My first time ever playing squash was with you. I remember we three went out. u me and wak. more n more i found u very interesting. i wanted to know more and more about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. But, gotta BF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Previously you had this fb acc, and some pictures i saw suggest that you and bf are very close. I thought at first you married to him. A bit dissappointed to be honest, but it didnt put me off to know you. And that from  fb i know you got a blog. I read from your first posting till the latest at that time (circa dec '10, i guess?) i found that you are totally head over hell on the BF.  been together for quite sometime. so yeah i know you got a bf. steady bf. like, real bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i say, i aint gonna steal anyone from anyone. you are free to be with anyone you want. for me as long as u r  happy and not gone LOCO with me, i am fine. but secretly i do have feeling towards u.  never know the future. maybe take a walk, take a chance. i might go home with da prize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Not so ikhlas i guess the intention to know YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit i gotta feeling. This is more than just like that girl. I cant deny this. I guess you can see it as well even though i kept everything close to my chest. But i am not doing any bad things or intented to do any on u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Quite a handful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty handful. ops. may i change that into VERY handful. As time passed, now i know more about u. but things got very complex as i know more about urself. True they say not to judge a book by its cover, and u are a living proof. Typical exterior, but crazy interior i must say. I didnt expect it at all. I appreciate that u share with me some of ur life stories of which definitely scare shit outta me. sometimes i cant resist the temptation to judge u. trust me i tried my very hard to not thinking u are this or u  are that. but i got the shock of my life when u told me some things u did during the past time of ur life. My heart pearced into thousands pieces. Then at that time i read ur blog and some of the writings were kinda crazy. About u didnt agree much with the parents and it seems u hated them and all. At that time i didnt know it was for real or not, but a few nights ago u told me about u love them to bits. So i guess those on the blogs are of teenager's angst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant deciphere u at all. even i admit i dont know u as well as i think i am. sometimes u are very unpredictable. sometimes typical. knowing u well would only help me to be a better companion. thats why i insist of knowing u as well as i can. even tho i know i dont have that much of time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said, i am not stealing u from ur bf. I am standing myself as an option where we can be friends and if things are right, i want the relation to escalate to the next level. i do have the hope and feeling on u but i dont want to rush it and may end up as the man who lost everything. just for now lets know each other more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important thing is u. i want u to be happy and if that means we are no more than what we are right now, its fine by me. but if u are happy for us to get to the higher phase, i would be the happiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What i love about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when u makes me feel wanted. even though i hate it u bullied me around playing squash. i love the way u accomodate me, makes me feel welcomed everytime and whenever we do something, i feel at ease with you. i dont know but have u ever feel comfortable with me? &lt;br /&gt;i just love the smile and the laugh. the moment u stepped in the car, i know it ,within seconds i get to see the warmest smile. on ur face. i know it and i couldnt have it enough. the smile is magic. it makes my day even though we go out mostly at nights. and all the laugh, no matter how stupid the jokes were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. so what to do with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to  spend most of the time with you. i want to hang out with you. i want to be with you, but spare me the animals, please.  i want to make love with you. i want to make babies with you.10 of them. i want to be your driver, your butler, your whatever.  i want to cook breakfast for you. i want to walk the babies with you. i want to grow them with you. i want to walk the kids to school with you. i want to take care the kids with you. i want to spank them with you if they dont behave. i want to get them grow up with the bestest future, with you.  i want to get old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dag1TWx7WjQ/TYOW2y3EnFI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSJu5SimYa4/s1600/sarah%2Bkalah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dag1TWx7WjQ/TYOW2y3EnFI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSJu5SimYa4/s320/sarah%2Bkalah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585473830979411026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini selingan je. it doesnt ever change what i feel about you. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-457621305846357296?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/457621305846357296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=457621305846357296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/457621305846357296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/457621305846357296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-q.html' title='10 Q&amp;A'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dag1TWx7WjQ/TYOW2y3EnFI/AAAAAAAAABY/jSJu5SimYa4/s72-c/sarah%2Bkalah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8466730610542848994</id><published>2011-03-13T00:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:47:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh God | pecah rekod! | relaxing music | Penis Gummies</title><content type='html'>Man.this guy rocks.big time.i am watching him on tv3 right now.Blade of Glory.damn it hes funny.totally.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;aku naik gunung jerai harini!memang sejarah hidup.sb aku takpenah naik.apatah lagi sampai ke puncak.well,i get it all the time about people say me kedahan palsu. bekos i dont know many of the places,and i never been to many as well.tp kalau tanya org ukur map jkr pun blum tentu dia penah cover whole kedah,kan?hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind,back to naik gunung.i went up with a fren.at first kitorg like want to ask how to get up n how much blablabla.but then she said its alright if with our own transpot.haha.apa lagi.masuk gear,off we go la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuak gak mula2 nek.jalan mcm gile.pusing 270darjah beb.my trusted city pun growl but didnt disappoint at all.mcm karemjit pun bwk keta.haha.roads sometime can get 3 cars once,one time only 1car can get thru! Gile kentang.tp we held on.and sampai puncak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang terbaek.tak sia2 naik.pictures will folo later.atas ade regency resort,and nice restoren with great view.angin agak breeze n a bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nt aku aplod triumphant pictures.sekarang theater 8 da bukak.merong mahawangsa we watch.cudnt wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merong mahawangsa was kinda good. i didnt manage to recall who he was btw, but i figure it out he must be kinda big deal. i think? nevermind. the plot was predictable, transitional from scene to scene was a bit unorganise, and the CGI can be improve. however i laud their effort to get this one to the stage where it can be marketed to the world. yes there are crap here and there but this is what i would say as the GENESIS. kudos. now i need my 9ringgit back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my triumpant pictures are now available. conquering gunung jerai after 28 years living on the edge of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czGm5Jtbx-8/TX0Bcau8PJI/AAAAAAAAABA/7-3yX5E1C1A/s1600/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-czGm5Jtbx-8/TX0Bcau8PJI/AAAAAAAAABA/7-3yX5E1C1A/s320/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583620700733455506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan lagak nya melambai ke member aku amik gambaq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2htbF-d1Vgo/TX0Cr-a5nWI/AAAAAAAAABI/XR24FzBU83U/s1600/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2htbF-d1Vgo/TX0Cr-a5nWI/AAAAAAAAABI/XR24FzBU83U/s320/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583622067522739554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menghirup triumphant air di Puncak Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5QFwdQF6M/TX0DEH9aLiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F77Gg-PpyGU/s1600/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT5QFwdQF6M/TX0DEH9aLiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/F77Gg-PpyGU/s320/13--03-2011%2BGurun-Kedah%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583622482400259618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni aku pun tatau apa kes. layan suda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxing music kinda massage ur heart. keep it cool somesort. especially after ur supervisor went back holiday for a week even without bothering to inform u. and i got to send that fuckin application asap. even during last week he never mention about going back this week. panas hati beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communication breakdown? kidding me? we havent got any. and how i pass my master degree without any sort of communication? well what we had was force communication i.e talk whenever in the case of necessity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to finish these study asap. submit on june 2012, before applying an extension for another a year. so i submit on june 2012 and only report duty on june 2013. time setahun tu aku nak tido, makan tido makan, cari awek kalau jumpe tunang then kawin. one year do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan cite angan2 jenin actually. tapi marah sebab boley dia balik for a week without even bother informing me? crap man. hell nothing i can do. they say time belajar phd, first in the line is God of course, then supervisor, then only parents, friends, etc etc. nevermind, bowing now isnt a mark of defeat. losing a battle doesnt mean u gonna lose the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:@)  :@)   :@)   :@)    :@)    :@)    :@)    :@)     :@)     :@)     :@)    :@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku letih2 balik dari service keta+kat skul, tetiba dalam rumah ada 4 ekor tabligh. i termed them by ekor because i dont like them. whatever they want to do let them be. but dont come and mess with me or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get in the house, one of them hulur tangan bersalam. of course i salam with him and all the rest, then walk straight to my room. blanked. which was a pretty good move, honcho. they are still talking as i type this, but if , and if i mean if, one knock on the door, i will open the door only wearing what am i wearing now. my underware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this gonna scare them shit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the online news and i stumbled this great news for gummies lovers. its about suri the doter of tom and katie cruise (she still uses her family name, dont know why, dont care) found a packet of Penis Gummies when she was with Katie. hurmm.. i think they should be having quite inappropriate moment if suri decides to ask some weird questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course Penis Gummies is just like the normal Bear Gummies or whatever they are selling. it just Penis Gummies is for special occasion i.e hen/wild nights. haha lotsa explaining tommmy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara likes Bear Gummies. i am pretty sure she wouldnt mind Penis Gummies. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8466730610542848994?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8466730610542848994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8466730610542848994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4048005904688272437</id><published>2011-03-07T16:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:41:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asasasasa | responsive | boring | weird mimpi</title><content type='html'>the title above tu takdak benda pun. it just aku malaih. so just click a and s in between for a few times and tadaaaa they appear lah. genius kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi orang tak paham. dorang think i feel myself as big deal or whatever. its not i am anti social but i dont get along easily. there must be somekind of bedding period or something. thats why somebody think i am a jerk for not saying hi or something when i come across them at kompleks sukan or on the road. it just i dont think they know me and i dont know them. but i am cool with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade je yg orang aku first time jumpe mesra gile. haha. mebi itu yg aku nak kot, sebab tu yang excited abis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap big time&lt;br /&gt;dullest ever. no no its not about someone else&lt;br /&gt;its about me being super dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really aku heart broken betui2&lt;br /&gt;terkedu aku sial. time dengar tu, aku betul2 sayu gile. &lt;br /&gt;macam pecah jantung, hati. berderai.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never have a heart. or soul&lt;br /&gt;so that i never, ever like someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelik mimpi tadi.sampai aku tejaga n breathed kinda heavily jugak ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about i brought somebody back home.a girl la.tak sure plak we are married or just close friend ke ape.i cant remember her face jugak.evrybody was at home,including my grandpa/ma,uncles aunties,etc.but weird plak coz the area as i saw dlm mimpi,mcm kt kampung.mebi kitorg move to kampung la kot.ah whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as me n the girl walked in,then evrybody was showing rude face.angry.even someone ask for that girl to NOT COME INSIDE.then i talked to that guy to calm down n dont be rude bekos we got guess.he went on and on till i punched him n we started a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all my uncles separate us and then dragged me far away.then they told me to look back at the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my frightening suprise,she was with a ghost! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long haired,purple ghost with long neck was on her back.and it came to us just to smile.dia panjangkan tengkok dia to us then go back on the girl.fark it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only one of people dragged me,told that from afar,as i was walking towards them,they saw creatures walking with me.thats why they asked not to come inside n showed rude angry faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh.damn.i promise u at that time i woke up with heavy breathing.even with ekon pun,i felt berpeluh all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to re-enter the dream..ya la nak tengok what happen n who the girl.tapi faíled.pheww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4048005904688272437?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4048005904688272437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4048005904688272437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4048005904688272437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4048005904688272437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/03/asasasasasasasas.html' title='asasasasa | responsive | boring | weird mimpi'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3391246977159901821</id><published>2011-03-02T19:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:54:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>its my arm. &lt;br /&gt;sorry about the dramatic title. to whom may concern i am not in any relationship. neither i want to be in one right now. belajo belom abis susah. kalau dah abis, gaji beso sama dengan badan senang sikit. i was told berlian, good ones, cost starting 5k upwards. the nicest my friend said cost 60k. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must be because of yesterday's crazy tennis.hentam 10000% after quite a while no play. all the services were crazily fast and chopping, the returns were baseline and spinning and the result was, the muscle gave it away. i will skip every racquet related sport from now on until i dont know when. if i feel like i need to do some work out, i might go jogging or do something light. or futsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess 1stAvenue+spending monies have to wait. something very urgent came up just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turn out that one of my aunties had been operated for breast cancer. the operation went well and she been said to be all okay. but mom wanted to go back and visit her. so i guess, after jemaat prayer we all gonna drive back to kelantan.but the thing is she said dah alang-alang balik, why not stay there a bit longer. but i cant be there long. i need to get back atleast on isnin. my transformer need to be fabricated ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. if this weekend balik kelantan, then all my plans screwed. kenduri cik din cannot go, my berlian merchant visit with mom also gone. i am now a diamond expert u knooowww. haha. gonna miss pojie's wedding as well. tapi takpala. present bought edi. just the case to deliver to him ja kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if they decided they gonna stay there longer, then my presence there wont be necessary. which is quite a good thing as well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,balik kelantan it is.sampai ahad je.senin leh balik campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye la ye la.&lt;br /&gt;nak.up to u lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kelate&lt;br /&gt;my god driving here is suicidal.people so many didnt switch the lights.there is no light on the roadside as well.most of the time i hanged onto the white line,hoped it stay on.gile ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmg ngarutla 'membangun besama islam'.BS.buat malu islam je.bagi jalan selamat pun islamic gak.bukannye semyg,pose,zakat je.&lt;br /&gt;Haih.tu yg aku never insist on budak2 tudung ke islamic ke ape.yg pentingnye hati tu.kalau hati cintakan aku pun dah cukup.eh apa yg ngarut ni.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makin benci aku.sori la member2 pantai timor.sorg/sikit buat taik,smua kene palit.nasib la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p hospital aku jadi pening.rimas.resah pun ade.mcm2 aku nampak.not even dokter2 usm yg comey mampu mengubat smua tu.eeeii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasik dagang nak?tapi masalahnya aku tak makan..rasa cm pelik.ntah ah.kalau tak suka,smua ada pelikla,burukla,kotoqla.tp kalu suka,smua indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp mmg sini tak hygiene.sangat hoke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2840987085231048526</id><published>2011-02-27T02:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:15:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Sports, Dislike, Lawa, New Lambo, and Dont be Nice because it is DAMN HARD</title><content type='html'>Currently rooting for england rugby team vs france live on 811.too many mistakes.very lucky to break at 9 even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah.second half da start.come on you,Red Roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike people who fail to use common sense.for example break wind inside airconditioned area.i know i know u are kinda cool abis or u think u are kewl gila but even if u belakon dalam all the jackass muvies i dont give shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is people who spoken untruthfully.liars.big or small.white or black.why u have to lie in the first place?to be truth,i sometimes hate myself because i tell lies as well.i feel pretty bad bout that.very guilty i felt after i spoke untruthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah2 if a dear friend speak lie.wud be very disappointed la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.patut la ko lawa&lt;br /&gt;waaaa terbaek la ko wey damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see i never really like any of the Lamborghinis. i mean from the earliest models i ever remembered, the Countachs and that wild thing Diablo in between failed products such as the Jaipa and that crazy 4x4 LM002, none of them float my boat. that includes those baby lambo Gallardo although i think i would look cool in it, and the full banana Murcielago. i would love posters of Farah Fawcett rather than a weird looking Bull, on my bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked wrong though that all of them had awkward angels constituted by straight lines, just see for yourself the Countach and you get what i meant. and that rubbish doors that hinged upward if u pull the level up. the scissor doors the world call it. of course that is the solution somebody would argue in the case he or she has to park their lamborghinis in between many of the cars. so that the driver/passenger coming out and going in the car would not be hindranced by the minimal space clearance. but i got a better solution. the valet parking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now my world gonna change forever. something happened in Geneva as we speak now. something been unearthed in the wee hours (malaysia 7:00am, god knows what time Geneva is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aventador has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind wey. i just want u to be happy and at the same time, be responsible&lt;br /&gt;and if u are atleast a quater as determine as you play in the other more important matters, i would be very happy&lt;br /&gt;a friend speaks of what another friend NEED to listen, not necessarily all the time just speaks about what a friend WANT to listen. &lt;br /&gt;there is a big difference in NEED and WANT. they may co-exist, but most of them time, NEED is paramount compare to WANT.&lt;br /&gt;we are cool. it just i dont like what is going on now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God its hard to be nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2840987085231048526?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2840987085231048526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2067254912726215707</id><published>2011-02-22T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:00:37.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the script. for the first time</title><content type='html'>Oooo these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;they are makin us crazy&lt;br /&gt;dun give up on me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song rocks. currently on top of my playlist. &lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arm hurts.right hand side.it must be the new string.52 ja pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell ah.tenis tadi very nice even tho just stroking je.new balls new string new grip.lawa seh.frame itam,string crossfire dark yellow.grip puteh.haha hell ah kotor ke ape.i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash racket pun same.restring to 29.shud be ok kot.tenis 52,xkan my arm cant handle 29,kan?pun same gak.tukar grip.puteh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawa sial 2-2 reket aku.rasa cm nk frame kan je.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2067254912726215707?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2067254912726215707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2067254912726215707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2067254912726215707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2067254912726215707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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treasure life. and cherish ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahad ni the very last day my dad to work as gomen officer. he is retiring on that day. dia tak sambung contract to 58. he said it would be best for him to stop as he want it, not wait till he gonna be stopped (i.e compulsory retired) i have to take my hat off for that. nobody want to let those power/money go. but he insist on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what its gonna be for him. and for us. he is the type of old people type, where he cannot stand still and let the time pass. there must be something he wanted to do. and we grow accustomed to the fact that he likes to work. so it would be interesting to see whats what in the weeks after this 20th february. haha. i cant imagine i wake up (usually at 8 or 9! ) and gonna see him still sleeping on the bed! lolz. it cant be that. he wakes up like really2 early. so does my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta give him something retirement present or something. we went to look at watches before. but my crap the cheapest rolex is ... 8k! it must be rolex or else no watch at all. i went to tag heuer, but i think no kot. pilip cauter or whatever it fuckin expensive so no need. asked sara bout it and she as usual, give me no help at all. squash racquet? mesin buat pasu? kerusi malas? grrr...grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be very excited to leave for home on this friday. in the meantime,thank you and happy retirement day, father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing with WALKing AWAY is that,despite what people say,it is not very hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all u need to do is just...keep on walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6776314368379017074?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6278625785588036083</id><published>2011-02-12T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:40:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh..</title><content type='html'>Ooh.i get it.sort of.&lt;br /&gt;now i undestand why this n that happen.&lt;br /&gt;but i am of all people should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very slim chance before.and as it looked,it is very slim now.what makes me think it would be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.all i wanted was a chance.i said it from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime,aku redha je how many saman may come to me.yesterday,ipoh-usm kinda crazily rempit.today usm-uum-home also gila2 punya open vtec.bukan apa.aku begitu suka dgn bunyi enjin dari dalam+downshift pakai paddle shifter.6k rpm yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasni birthday i wanna wish for flame afterburn.baru la downshift ambik lap,api tesembur dari ekjos! City flame thrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-vtec pun i-vtec lah.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;u are right&lt;br /&gt;its none of my business&lt;br /&gt;i know we studied together during degree&lt;br /&gt;and i know we kinda close as well&lt;br /&gt;tapi takpe&lt;br /&gt;since u are adamant that those are history and i have nothing to do with ANY of it&lt;br /&gt;then i drop the subject&lt;br /&gt;so, are we cool? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- aku ingat dia ni tak penah2 click to my blog. ini semua salah aku letak link last night on my YM la. hahaha. it looks like another gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6278625785588036083?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6278625785588036083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6278625785588036083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6278625785588036083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6278625785588036083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/02/ooh.html' title='Ooh..'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2494395317181218246</id><published>2011-02-10T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:52:54.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batuk like crazy</title><content type='html'>macam kena tuberculosis tau! TB. gila betui. aritu 2 minggu lepaih mak beli aku satu ubat batuk yg kaw gila punya. dari kedai cina kat guaq tu la. satu botol abis aku minum, for a week two big spoon one time, before tidoq malam. because i told her i need to be the MC kenduri syafiq, then she said better to get the couch out before the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that week the cough kinda slow down. how relieve i was but then it came back this week. beginning isnin, just after that squash night session, i went back and take shower at 10pm. that gave it. i felt something weird. and just before getting sleep on that day, the cough returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now. i cant not cough for atleast 10 minutes. meaning every 10 minutes i will batuk heavily for 1-2 minutes. i dont know. it cant be tuberculosis or something worse&lt;br /&gt;because i feel healthy all the time. just the cough. my face doesnt turn blue or red. not yet perhaps. i dont know. i just cant take late night shower i guess? but then if until 9 something in the night playing sports, surely i cant sleep good if i dont atleast shower my body to get rid those stinks but good sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itula. orang suh jangan minum ais. but then how come i not order tea ais? thats..delicious man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2494395317181218246?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2494395317181218246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2494395317181218246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2494395317181218246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2494395317181218246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/02/batuk-like-crazy.html' title='batuk like crazy'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3754057698793807555</id><published>2011-02-08T04:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T04:09:20.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gate tutup!</title><content type='html'>Aku balik agak sikit lewat.we got out of the school by 3something am.we as me n sara la.shes my gosh look diferen,and said that her fren fara is the one 'responsible'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesnt matter.as long as she likes it n feel comfortable in anything,i'm all good.but really,it was a pleasing on the eye.my eyes.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvrmind.balik lewat then pintu gate DU tutup!mak ai gelabah gak aku.aritu dah jadi tp time tu ramai takleh masuk so bdk2 tu bising2.pakgad tu tejaga then dia bangun bukak ar gate.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tadi aku sorang2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last2 tggu punya tunggu dia cm tak jaga je.so aku nekad g ketuk2 gate tu hoping he wud wake up n open the gate.aku segan ar.sb aku tau part org kacau tido mmg potong stim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dia bukak.aku leh masuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3754057698793807555?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3754057698793807555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3754057698793807555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3754057698793807555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3754057698793807555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/02/gate-tutup.html' title='Gate tutup!'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3501996999862682858</id><published>2011-02-02T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:22:57.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kong Si Faa Choooyy</title><content type='html'>By the way things look i would be spending the raya cina holidays at USM. I got a few kenduri invitations in between those cuti, in fact one of them i was made to be the MC! haha how he chooses me boggles many but i think i am up for it anyway. its good to go out and do some things we dont generally do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be fun tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hasnt change much these few months. mornings study, if i wake up at morning times. afternoons/ evenings sports. now i allocate isnin and khamis to be my evening squash sessions, while the other two days tuesdays and wednesdays i am playing tennis with the technicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kong si fa chooooy for my friends celebrating the chinese new year. presumably they should be chinese to celebrate it right? but some my friends indians marrying chinese or malays marrying chinese so they should atleast be celebrating with their partners families. its not a religious event so i think its not a problem. after all watching that naga jumping here and there wont make a slight difference to their beliefs, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am wishing u a happy new year regardless of whether u are celebrating it or not. may the future holds a better... future?&lt;br /&gt;hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3501996999862682858?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3501996999862682858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3501996999862682858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3501996999862682858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3501996999862682858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/02/kong-si-faa-choooyy.html' title='Kong Si Faa Choooyy'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5917379331587143519</id><published>2011-01-31T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:32:10.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Made in Malaysia Movie I am Very Excited About</title><content type='html'>Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa by KruStudio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one and only made in Malaysia movie i am becoming relentlessly waiting, orgasmly excited. Although the fact it is actually engineered by some Thailand, dubbed and polished by some American dudes, and filmed everywhere in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if it is kinda look this good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget malaysia man, this is going places. the trailer is all over the internet. so mind u go google for it. for the moment, the main OST by anuar zain kinda crazily good. the idea for the OST vc also very well thought. I know this kind of song genre is GOOD FOOD for him but, come on, this is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* apparently the videoclip i put here, its copyright been claimed by KruStudio. so i guess for those who still havent got any idea how brilliant it is, then brace urself and wait for the official release. tq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5917379331587143519?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5917379331587143519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5917379331587143519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5917379331587143519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5917379331587143519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/made-in-malaysia-movie-i-am-very.html' title='The Made in Malaysia Movie I am Very Excited About'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3535716513908982463</id><published>2011-01-29T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:52:05.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nak membazir!</title><content type='html'>When payday comes,smua benda nak beli.tp at the same time,a lot of bills need to be settle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kereta.phone.ptp-tipu.hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of kos every month i dont starve or anything despite all that eat up like 60% out of my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp betri keta da nak abis.sport shoes kelepet.tapak abis.itu pun pas 3years.bukan sbb x bsukan,tp how well i look after it.wiper needs replacement.sports shorts i need another.atleast.or two.better.tenis reket grip.tali.ya ya ya yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think need change rims.when change rims need shock,spring change.taya baru ofkos.then tgk gps lcd centre console mcm gempak sial.shirts.need new shirts.pants.jeans dah rabak.shorts lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;458 italia lagi.lambo lp560.hackett aku.bocor la kalau dok korek tabung.baik takyah simpan kalau cmni.tuhan tolongla jatuhkan aku sejuta or two.i promise some wud go charity.atleast 100k.budak2 mana leh pgg duit byk2.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw italia aku dah pumped up like 690bhp.lp560 now having over 700bhp.best bit - my gtr now 795bhp.melayang yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3535716513908982463?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3535716513908982463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3535716513908982463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3535716513908982463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3535716513908982463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/nak-membazir.html' title='Nak membazir!'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4250263040055079668</id><published>2011-01-28T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:58:19.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Offenders</title><content type='html'>Aku benci gila orang yg suka buat benda2 ni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pasang high beam setiap masa&lt;br /&gt;2) lampu putih yang macam terang gila sakit mata&lt;br /&gt;3) tak bagi signal masuk simpang or whatever&lt;br /&gt;4) lampu depan sebelah terang sebelah lagi tak terang or worst still one very dim, lagi satu terang macam gila punya terang&lt;br /&gt;5) bawak anak naik moto tapi tak jaga keselamatan dia&lt;br /&gt;6) reckless driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada lagi list yang banyak tapi so far, those are road safety related matters. tambah2 part lampu putih tu. babi la. kalau dah tak reti nak pasang angle yg betul, takyah la pasang. or kalau nak jugak, tapi dont want to disturb the other, make sure u got the right person who know the exactly angle lampu tu mencapah. itu le. fizik aritu ko tak belajo. kalau belajo sure ko tau kat mana or sampai berapa degree capahan lampu boley pergi. lain kali, ko beli camry yg high spec tu, then kaji kenapa lampu putih yg toyota buat tu tidak menyakitkan mata orang depan. or people coming from the opposite way. lagi satu aku suspek dia jadi terang sangat ialah budak2 ni pakai benda yg murah. cheapskate. or if mahal, then they are fool. crap head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ok kalau driving/ motoring laju. really. because i also ride fast. tapi mesti kena pada tempat. highway boley la 130-140-160. tapi kalau jalan kampung pun ko nak berdesup, gile la. budak2 kecik or orang2 tepi2 tu kalau dia tetiba cross the road, ape ko nak buat? ABS? it doesnt work. if it does work then u can argue if u got flagged by traffic officers giving summon to u speeding on the national road. maybe u can argue 'dont worry officer, i am speeding because my car got ABS. why u are looking angry? ' lolz. tapi there is a great difference between speeding and reckless driving. speeding may or maynot result to accident, but reckless driving majorly WILL result accident. merempit is a reckless way of motoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asal ko nak laju2 then kiri kanan sway? nak terberak ke ape? buat la lavatory satu kat passenger seat tepi tu. takpun ko letak pam kat punggong. asal nak cirit je, terus teran. whatever it is, there are no logical reason apart from u think its kinda cool. end of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagi signal lagi satu hal. tongok la. kasi signal. u are sharing the road with billion/ zillions others. i cant deciphere what u are doing but nauzubillah if we bang each other, we will end up fighting. i dont want that to happen. thats why for me better to bagi signal or honk or simply my middle finger. it doesnt cost anyone any money although u kinda get angry for 10-15 seconds after i show u my middle finger. but trust me i will continue to show it until u get that habit of giving signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan, i kinda like the Japan GT style high beaming stuffs. they blink like 3 times in a second. nice. if got a right lane hogger well below the speed limit, i can use that. nice. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4250263040055079668?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4250263040055079668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4250263040055079668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4250263040055079668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4250263040055079668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/traffic-offenders.html' title='Traffic Offenders'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8409636104437308441</id><published>2011-01-27T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:57:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE early mornings. HATE moronic people</title><content type='html'>I forgot how beautiful early mornings are. The time when the skies are the most blue in color, the moment when the air is with the perfect thickness, and of course no foul smell or anything. These days I told u about the early day squash sessions with sara, thats how this appreciative sentiments about early moning come about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people do sport activities during the usual evening 5-7pm time, so do I. But i find it a bit better when i do sports at early morning. I breathe easier. I last longer. It cant be her, because sometimes i do things by myself. I get tired easily when I play sports during the night. A few sessions of squash with Shahril Robotic should testify this. But the strokes arent that solid. Many times my sweaty palms let loose the racquet grip and nearly throw away the racquet altogether. Today, my crazy strokes hit her 4 times. Few very near misses somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my mood playing squash and I dont feel any enjoyment. Thats explain the sombre and dull session today. I wanted to stop playing but she insisted everything was okay. I should have packed my bag and go. I'll try to avoid asking her playing from now on. Really. If not, i would injured her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headlines of tiny newspapers today are all about two actresses and one guy. The two women are pretty by anyone standard. The guy is crap from head to toe. The fact that he is the son of a prominent figure in the country could be the only lucky charm hes got because both of them are his ex-s from now one. One was his wife. The other suppose to be his girlfriend but they broke up for whatever reason i dont care. But then the two actresses are fighthing each other and throwing 'punches' / 'hangbags' in those online social networking thingy. The story that he was married to A and then have a kid, but then by product of his stupidity and clumsiness, rumours had it he was flinging with B. So he and A divorced but still keep in good relation because of the todler. B was of course fuming because the guy and A still getting on quite cosy and a few fortnight ago they were holidaying in oversea. But the point i am making is, why the fuckin hell these two beautiful ladies are fighting each other over one moronic/ stupid looking bloke? its beyond even the simplest retarded mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yea hes nice with words this and that. but if he can do that to his wife and jeopardise his very own family, what makes u think he will not be doing the same to u? u dont need to be rocket expert to stay away from such person in the first place. There are a lot of other people around. I am not suggesting myself as my heart been stolen! haha. but of course there are alot around, twice better in looking, trice nicer attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how people are becoming crap in thinking when they are in somekind of situation. like being in love. I was in love before. It wasnt the nicest experience I had but I believe I got situations under control. In whatever we were doing in the past, we didnt let things loose and get our head straight whenever things got difficult. Of course we didnt work out but hey the point is, we didnt lose out to mindless resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shouldnt stealing somebody from anybody. he/she should just offering himself/herself as an option. U like it, u can take it. or u can give it a try. if u dont like it, throw it all to him/her back. Nobody gonna get hurt, nobody gonna get swell and foul feeling.  we are all mature beings, arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8409636104437308441?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8409636104437308441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8409636104437308441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8409636104437308441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8409636104437308441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-early-mornings-hate-moronic-people.html' title='LIKE early mornings. HATE moronic people'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8060670685270198622</id><published>2011-01-20T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:57:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Galore</title><content type='html'>My two frame game of bowling tonight kinda the best i've had over these recent years. my scores are not near any top for even mediocre level, but the 109 and 124 are my highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i ever bowl was a session with a close relative; during the time bowling was fast becoming the in thing at that time. we went to plaza sentosa in alor star and bowled for a frame. now i dont know whether the place still has its bowling alley because people no longer go there for shoppings. it has become deserted. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arm, especially the right one, kinda hurt after an early session of backhand and forehand drilling with sara. the unusual strain it took during heavy and rapid movement had cause uneasy feel from the upper side of my shoulder, down until the fibula muscle at the lower level of my arm. i dont know if i got the medic terms right, but heck it, if i were to give great explanation over this, i should have graduated MBBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara going for masum qualification or whatever in kelantan for few days beginning tomorrow. i dont know why they got a few rounds of playing at different places over a period of time, in order to qualify themselves to the Grand Final in somewhere i forgot she told me. the same goes for different type of sports. i was told by Wak about the Grand Final for takraw to be held in UNIMAS. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what the level masum is, and i never see her competitors play before. but i tell u, this girl kinda good. of course she has her disadvantages - she took up the sports quite late, no proper coachings/ coach - but she has the one and only thing inside that will definitely pay her. it is her dedication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way she struggled to learn the sport by herself, dragged herself up in the mornings, training up until nights, basically she does all by herself. i really appreciate this kind of person. its like someone who doesnt know the answer to one particular question, but that person know where and how to find it. all the best to her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think she ever need my 'good luck'. shes THAT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very late tonight sleep. excited because of the 124 pins. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u stay classy, matey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8060670685270198622?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8060670685270198622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8060670685270198622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8060670685270198622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8060670685270198622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/bowling-galore.html' title='Bowling Galore'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-298706082346183500</id><published>2011-01-13T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:46:33.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Minute</title><content type='html'>I wait all day long, just hoping for one more minute with you, and I barely know you. I want you to want me to know you. I want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying lets leave all this and ride with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am asking is ... you know.. talk a walk, and maybe.. take a chance. see how things pan out and all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-298706082346183500?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/298706082346183500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=298706082346183500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/298706082346183500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/298706082346183500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-more-minute.html' title='One More Minute'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6616318079314948015</id><published>2011-01-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:18:29.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever Squash Session in My Life</title><content type='html'>I never play squash before. Dont ask me the reason, its beyond me. Its one of the very few sports i never think about. The other i could think now is fishing (is fishing even a sports?) and Kabbadi (just recently I think about it during Asian Games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also the sports I least watch on telly. I simply couldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However tonight I had my first ever squash session with a friend. Found it quite hectic, I was catching up breath. The movements were quite unique, the swings were totally different than hockey, tennis, cricket, badminton, any other using-hand sports Ive ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not that hard. Its playable. I mean not like I am going to master it next month, but it is easy to play. I just need to tune up a bit to suit it. And i am gonna need my own racket. Using her 500-600RM racket made me nervous. and i felt like breaking it because there were situations where i might bang the glass at the black to stroke the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ah her. apart from being so nice, adorable, and cute, she represents the university in squash at MASUM level. so i believe you sort of get what happened tonight. of course she trashed me kaw kaw.  see, baby faced assassins. they exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think she wouldn't want to play with me again. ya la, champion how la to entertain newbie like me. i mean, she needs to improve and by playing with me, definitely her skills going down. and lame. maybe i'll ask someone else to play then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.  keeping my finger cross. in case, u know, she asked. who knows. a beauty like that, makes me sweat all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u stay classy, matey~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6616318079314948015?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6616318079314948015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6616318079314948015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6616318079314948015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6616318079314948015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-ever-squash-session-in-my-life.html' title='First Ever Squash Session in My Life'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3050407214770304080</id><published>2010-12-15T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:01:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar In The Car</title><content type='html'>Theres a goddamn cougar in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelled Nascar legend Ricky Bobby (Will Ferrell). I know I mentioned The Sixth Sense as my current all time favourite movie, but I guess I can add each and every single movie featuring Will Ferrell as the main actor, into the equation of 'My Fave Movies' from now on. He owned it. Nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just awesome piece of crazy meat, man. Totally hillarious. Everytime I watch Talladega Nights, The Anchorman, I feel like bursting my lungs because of the laugh. Holy crap those are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am a fan of comedy movies. People like Adam Sandler, this guy Will Ferrell, the one with weird-almost-broken nose featured in The Wedding Crashers+his side kick ( both of them I am afraid, and for the xxx-th time I forgot their names ), and some others I cant remember at this hour, they are crazily gifted to make people like me laugh. Their piece of romantic-comedies are also out of this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tell you. Getting people to laugh (naturally) is harder than making people cry. Or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad if I am able to made someone or some people laugh. I dont mind if my face is laughable - people see my face and they laugh straight away. Or jokes I cracked, tickles their fun sensors. People laugh when they are happy. I live to be with happy people. It creates so much positive aura. The naturality of a person appears on the face when he/she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not be confuse with a joker. I hate to being called joker. because a joker is expected to make some jokes and people expect to be laughing when a joker cracks jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being mad is bad for decision making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u feel like in haywire (serabut) and angry, stop making decisions. Because at such time, often the decision made are regrettable. Wrong. Brain's function to evaluate things is very minimum at such juncture. And most people live to regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What u need whenever u get mad or angry or haywired (is there such word even exist?), is to lay low and relax. Chill. Some people smoke to get to the chill level. Some people eat. Some people get to sleep etc etc. But the point is, get off the brain all these negativity ions created by angry-isms.  Irresponsible people often are actually a bunch of people expert in this forget-it-for-a-while-tactic. Because they often forget about it and let the others pay for their shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u are not irresponsible. And u shouldnt be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In live, there are orders. Like it or not, they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay classy, mate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3050407214770304080?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3050407214770304080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3050407214770304080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3050407214770304080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3050407214770304080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2010/12/cougar-in-car.html' title='Cougar In The Car'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4574996314446220088</id><published>2010-11-27T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:27:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Fucking Years?</title><content type='html'>Heck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought blogging has had its days. but it didnt. blogs keep coming up. to be honest i lost the password and i didnt bother to even try to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i ran out of useful things to do these few days - its Nov, 2010 already maaaan - and i noticed there is Password Recovery thing on the web. and here i am, jotting something up on this blog after 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i finished my Masters and currently doing my doctorate study at the same university, with the same person supervising my research. i guess i have fallen in love with this place. but hey i am not loving that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am no man love man person. i longed for the chicks. and fark it hes indonesian maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no intention to keep on blogging but i dont know, i could.. u know.. jot something here in between times. because there are so many things happening these days. and i wanna get them out of my chest and all that. u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be it for now.  Adios Amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that ending line must be changed. maybe 'U stay classy, matey' - in respect to perhaps the greatest comedy of all time (at least for me) The Achorman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U stay classy, matey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4574996314446220088?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4574996314446220088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4574996314446220088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4574996314446220088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4574996314446220088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-fucking-years.html' title='2 Fucking Years?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5908662632673325327</id><published>2008-09-26T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:54:39.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Before Out For Raya..Can Ka Like this?</title><content type='html'>I just dont understand why some people do the things they do (mostly not good ones) for the sake of knowing and experience them first hand, so that later they can tell people "Been there, done that"? I know it, and you should know, that loud bangs in discos can distrupt your hearing quite a lot. Still you wanna go inside and having fun for the sake of knowing whats happen in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a total Bull Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth okay. I have never been into a smoky, dark places like disco, with musics screaming into your ears. I have never been and I dont want to, to be honest. Yeah I know some of you feel like its a 'in' thing. But I'll pass it around. Because I dont think inside there has anything good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont scream to me questioning my angel-lity yet. I am not that good mannered at all and those who know me inside out know hows my behaviour. But come on, somethings are not cut for me. For example pubs and snooker alleys. Dont know why, but I just dont fancy them. Plus clubs or discos or whatever they call it these days. Havana? Little Stairs? Kezo? I believe, not going inside those places I dont fancy wont leave anysort of mark on my life pun, right? I mean, yeah I have never smoke cigars, but hey, I still here what. Not missing anything at all. Never been to discos or Havana, and I dont bother man. I am still doing all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my shock, people changes. Really changed. I personally know some blokes and OMG what they had turned into also  I dont know. I really cant tell more on this. But I do want to stress a point here - It is okay not to do the 'in' thing which u think everybody should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof is me. I am all alright. and leading fantastic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5908662632673325327?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5908662632673325327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5908662632673325327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5908662632673325327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5908662632673325327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-before-out-for-rayacan-ka-like.html' title='Just Before Out For Raya..Can Ka Like this?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1355299372145145914</id><published>2008-09-23T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:40:44.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is Almost Over, Still Some Things Have Not Change</title><content type='html'>This is not a confession by any mean. Ramadhan is 30 days a year thing, but some devils inside me have been living inside for the past 11 months, with stopping any doubt, harrasing me and jolting me with everything they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think they are more than manage to pursue me to their agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the Devils. Easy. Too easy infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the positive side, I have not miss any of the 23 terawikhs so far. Even on the night Man United played against Liverpool and Chelsea (bloody hell EPL playing at 7.45 and 9.00 pm each), I did the 8 rakaat myself at home. Its a something to be proud of. Because usually, past Ramadhans, I dont really push myself for the Terawikhs. A pat on the back, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this dream of spending Ramadhan doing something good for the others. I mean, giving back something to the community. The thing I wanted to do for a long time is to buy those Kebab Stands ( beef and chicken ) and also those Kebab Wrappers for the orphanage kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'll mount those stuff on the back of my lorry, go to the nearest Orphanage House for berbuka puasa. I'll prepare a nice kebab for each of them, and regardless of how many of them, i'll make sure they will enjoy a special dining for buka puasa with me. Giving these young kids something like a good food, means alot for me. Not I want to fatten them, but that smiles on their faces. I'll feel glad, knowing I do something good for the people not so previlledge as many of us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of a kebab stands cost? RM 80 each? Thats just like spending RM200 in all, for that priceless smiles of those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is going this time around. Maybe next year I will try to accomplish my unfinish dream with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay your zakat folks. and enjoy your Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1355299372145145914?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1355299372145145914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1355299372145145914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1355299372145145914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1355299372145145914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadhan-is-almost-over-still-some.html' title='Ramadhan is Almost Over, Still Some Things Have Not Change'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-363790935943806200</id><published>2008-09-05T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:54:45.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solutions For the Government 2</title><content type='html'>4. Dependent toward Fossil Fuels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the world is heading into fossil fuel recession. This recession is not the normal up and down, but fossil fuel is going out and not coming back anymore. So, whether we like it or not, at some point of life, it not necessarily in our period of life, fossil fuel will run out. There are currently 2 key questions on government stand on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) What (to replace fossil fuel in years coming/ to be use to be less dependent on fossil fuel)&lt;br /&gt;b) When ( the government to act on this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question (a) is almost all people in the world are asking now. And some answers are now being provided in many and large scale. We got solar systems, hybrids, nitrogen, fully electric system, etc. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question (b) is quite tricky. And whether we are going to gain or lose, very much depend on the visions by the government. for example, of course we can still do electrification of our railway system today having well know that next week oil will be gone. But its going to cost a lot of money because of the uphoaria and last minute people always lose big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proton's latest offering of fully electric cars coming in 2010 is a good start although Honda had bee in consistent development of their cars since year 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To close big mouths churning stinking shit in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2003, I thought the open-ness practiced by the current bunch of administrators would see us finally join our american and british friends. I mean, transparency and free to voice out their ideas will promote greater sense of independence and build up our confidence and freedom. But, for the last years, these freedom of speech aspect had been wrongly practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 4,5 large illegal assembly in the past by various groups, just to make their points and at the same time, escalating fears within our people. Not to mention the infrastructure damage and time wasted by polices, FRU, the Army, etc. etc. This is not democracy. This is nonsense taking rules into their own hands. And when arrested, they rallied support and asked to be free. why they do illegal assemblies in the first place is all beyond my logic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For solution, government has to reaffirm its holding of this so called freedom of speech. My reason is simple - we are not that mature. and even if some of us are, many of us still not mature enough to talk sense even in their rage of anger.  What u call mature if u are easily influenced by a webpage? and hatred call by one or some people? Can't u think first before taking any action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proposing government to halt this deviated process of freedom of speech and building of democracy on the basis we are not that mature. re-close again and try to breed freedom of speech in small areas first and lets us see if thats a success. If it is, then enlarge the area. If not, then re-breed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Education System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolate education system from politics, completely. No political appointee and all should be run on merit. While having say that, quota system is still needed to keep the breeding of bumiputra alive. Impose a strict ban on education people involve in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our IPTA must increase their value in research and given free hand to admin themselves, including finding additional source of fundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-363790935943806200?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/363790935943806200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=363790935943806200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/363790935943806200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/363790935943806200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/09/solutions-for-government-2.html' title='Solutions For the Government 2'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1109838031381292455</id><published>2008-08-21T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:54:53.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solutions For the Government</title><content type='html'>From now on, I am starting to give thinkable solutions for the messes we the Rakyat are facing these days. They might be not entirely applicable for some real time situations, but I believe these solutions are worth to look at, despite at only initial and conceptual stages. Of course if the concepts are understandble, the parties concern then must take exploratory and research to be conducted for maximum effects and hopefully our hardship will be erased, if not all, most of them, so that quality of life can be improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Penang congestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, everyone enters the small Island Penang at the same time everyday. It is because everyone is getting to their workplaces to work. Meaning, the people are majorly workers. Second bridge will easy some of the problems in the mainland part, but the number of vehicles there MIGHT be DOUBLE. and expect massive congestion RIGHT IN THE SMALL ISLAND OF PENANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution? Think of a mode of transportation where people can hop on and be driven to their workplaces. Do surveys to study the level of population of workers so that the transportation mode can cover major of the workplaces. Give initiatives for the people to leave their vehicles on the mainland and travel using this mode of transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Proton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality quality quality and quality. Thats it. People will have no problem to pay more money for good things. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions? Ask those quality inspector to improve it. Use your management and political power to instruct Proton to buck up their products. Utilise all Lotus's expertise, and we are not talking about suspension alone ( it is Lotus's forte actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer be able to subsidize everything. It will eat up our resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions? Rebate is a good short term solution. However, people, we must accept that floating it is the answer now. But, when the prices gone too high, government whether it likes or not, must absorb it. Think ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add up somemore later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1109838031381292455?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1109838031381292455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1109838031381292455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1109838031381292455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1109838031381292455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/08/solutions-for-government.html' title='Solutions For the Government'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-1851318928181519916</id><published>2008-08-14T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:05:32.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Hard to Say Thank You After All</title><content type='html'>I am not expecting someone to thank me, after the favour I made towards him/ her. But it is nice to hear people appreciating you, and realising that actually they need my little help so that they can progress on whatever they are doing. Thank you is a nice gesture for that; no need big expensive present to highlight that, a mode of talk will just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like trapping in a traffic jam and other drivers asking some space to manouver. I usually let one or two in, and in places like Penang or my hometown, the people are kinda appreciative; raising their hands and show smiling and thanking faces. Its good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are some people who think the world is not enough and until they got whatever they wanted, regardless with or without other people's favour, thanking those making way is not an option. And they do that their whole life and from NOT thanking, it becomes NOT BOTHER to thank people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the recent reduction in PTPTN payback interest loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long long story about how those borrowers complaining about the earlier set 5% interest in the 90s. Then the government lowered that to 3% just recently, and the latest news is that, it will be 1% beginning June 2008. So, its like a good reason for me to starting thanking someone. Hope I would, but trust them to do it? I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for the earlier reduction, I haven't hear any single kind of appreciation, the complaint gets bigger and worse. The ruling government's recent PRU's performance was not going to make any different - and the result, 1% of interest loan reduction. I am expecting them to continue complaining till it goes 0.1% and better still  0%. Then only they will be satisfied. But no, they will not thank anyone. because they think its their right. They deserved it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserve it my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something gone wrong, these people will play the blame game. This is not correct, that is not enough. this person corrupted. bla bla bla. But if they got it right, any breakthrough is BECAUSE of themselves alone. Not because the government gives them loan with 1% interest (banks asking 8-10% in interest rate payback). Not because someone gives them the place to study and provide them ample space to work their ideas out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one man. Its time to thank someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-1851318928181519916?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/1851318928181519916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=1851318928181519916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1851318928181519916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/1851318928181519916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-hard-to-say-thank-you-after-all.html' title='Its Hard to Say Thank You After All'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-6159450012592419944</id><published>2008-08-05T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:37:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Fact</title><content type='html'>I have had enough of politics these days. Whenever I go and pick the newspaper up (usually thrown over our gates by the vendor) the chances are large and found that  I will read something about cheap political milages and carmofloudging plus face-saving words from the leaders of today. I suppose they (the leaders) are of good brains and far sighted, but from what I've read, its almost 360 + 720 degree overturns. Sometime, it defies logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Einstein would have been "proud" (shame) of this extra terrestial abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere at sometime must put a stop on this. Too much politicings and while they bickers about something that should have been clear cut incident, we the people still suffering from post- millenium special decease of higher prices of goods and uncertainty of economics.&lt;br /&gt;Things like that Perdana case are already clear - if the cost of repairing a car is well above the car's buying price, what for u want to fix the car? Just buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a good reason, the MB too got a case of his own. He showed the Pekeliling signed by the Treasury of Malaysia saying he has been given permission to buy the fleet of cars he want. So, the cases were clear cut - buy new car whenever it is deem necessary, and buy the cars you want if you've been given the nesessary permission. In this case, the MB CAN buy the mercedes and of course new cars will cost less than repaired ones, - furthermore they are mercedes (they last forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they resort to public bickerings. And thats open a lot of cans of worms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that matters is, these are trying times where people will feel the harder burden being pushed to their back. Goods prices are all gone up and foods are fast becoming scarce.  Kids have got to go to school and money needs to be spend. Banks are all holding the cards close to their chest and that might choke the people. These are unevitable moments regardless whoever the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment where assurance and strong governance skills come to play. But sadly we dont get it from the current one, or the ones that TRYING to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need now is the focus of the government to help the people. Do what the previous regime did. Gather the best brains and start working on correction measures to realign the nation and its motherland's people. If my memory serves me well ( which usually it does), in facing the 1997-1998 economic crisis, the then PM started MTEN - Majlis Tindakan Ekonomi Negara which had successfully steer us off the hardship at that time. Headed by the PM himself, the team consist of many well known economic figures. Meetings, chaired by the PM, were a-must-do agenda on everyday basis (  I heard it was twice a day thing )  and they continued even after we were saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continue)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-6159450012592419944?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/6159450012592419944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=6159450012592419944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6159450012592419944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/6159450012592419944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-fact.html' title='Simple Fact'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5168670563727465228</id><published>2008-08-05T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:33:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Years Young</title><content type='html'>During these one or two years, I am expecting several hundreds of wedding invitations, because i guess at these age between 25-27 are the periods of life where people do get married. i have always believe that ones life is to be regard as non completa; until u have ur own family and i think everyone with normal human-being mind, would eventually WANT to settle down at some point of their life. going back to the invitations, yeah, i got loads of friends down my study years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What married people do actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go on about the kinky sexs and bath tups, etc etc, but being me, i am more to the mature version of whats going on in marriage life. while i believe sex is essential, i dont think that is the solely reason u spend up to RM20-25K ( RM10-8K for 'buying her out', and the rest for those dresses, rings, food, etc etc). Call me hypocrite if u want, but my version of marriage life does NOT include 24-7 sex sessions. If that happens, i seriously suggest u to slow down or else u would have to spend another RM 20-25K because she will be spent and dry, and u need another 'motor' to get the lust going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot image whats life  post-marriage is like. Because simply i myself have not married yet. and i dont intend to, atleast for another 2 years. I got my study to be conclude, thats the primary reason for that. But for one additional reason, I cannot see whats what beyond this stage of life. Of course u will shout to me about love and being living with ur loves one forever. yeah. bla bla bla. but is that it? thats it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those couples will spend the night together; cuddling each other and say romantic words. Then they go on sleeping and next in the morning, wake up, solat, and breakfast. I expect the girl to do the cooking AND the dishes. Next what? well, if weekdays, then each of them go on separate ways to their offices and comeback only at beginning of the night before doing exactly what they did the previous night. If on weekends, cuddle again and watch TV? Then afternoon comes, lunch and maybe a visit to nearest cinemas. Whats next? I am lost of words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How miserable life is that? and u can do those things even WITHOUT marrying anyone. certainly u will save RM20-25K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems either I am talking rubbish or I have not see the lights at the end of the other tunnel. Maybe we can point to one classic english proverb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Life is not about arriving to the destination, but its more about living the journey to the destination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADios Amigos my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* congratulation to Zila for the merisik Day. If u are to be bother to send me wedding invitation, surely i'll made myself available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5168670563727465228?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5168670563727465228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5168670563727465228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5168670563727465228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5168670563727465228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-years-young.html' title='25 Years Young'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-9005448104890244283</id><published>2008-07-28T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:05:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click5 Rocks!</title><content type='html'>U guys should try to listen to Click5's Empty. Its kinda summed up everything I am now. Plus the music rocks. They are kinda the same genre with Frenz Ferdinand and Keane, a little light compare to MCR but all of them are lovely songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cool. try to sound it out. surely u gonna love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-9005448104890244283?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/9005448104890244283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=9005448104890244283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/9005448104890244283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/9005448104890244283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/07/click5-rocks.html' title='Click5 Rocks!'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-557060280181859500</id><published>2008-07-22T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:22:57.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsaku</title><content type='html'>Bangsaku bukan kecil hati dan jiwanya,&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah sejak zaman berzaman,&lt;br /&gt;Mereka menjadi pelaut, pengembara,&lt;br /&gt;Malah penakluk terkemuka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah mereka sudah mengembangkan sayap,&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi pedagang dan peniaga,&lt;br /&gt;Selain menjadi ulamak dan ilmuan terbilang?&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah bangsaku pernah mengharung samudera,&lt;br /&gt;Menjajah dunia yang tak dikenal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah mereka pernah menjadi wira serantau,&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak mengenal erti takut dan kematian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimanakah silapnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini jalan ini,&lt;br /&gt;Pasti semakin berlikum&lt;br /&gt;Kerana masa depan,&lt;br /&gt;Belum tentu menjanjikan syurga,&lt;br /&gt;Bagi mereka yang lemah dan mudah kecewa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan kita belum selesai,&lt;br /&gt;Kerana hanya yang cekal dan tabah,&lt;br /&gt;Dapat membina mercu tanda,&lt;br /&gt;Bangsanya yang berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what our then PM, Dr Mahathir Mohamad told the UMNO delegates at one of the last UMNO General Meeting he ever attend as President. It summed up whats wrong with my Bangsa, for the fact that we used to conquer the land, sea, and championed our cause with great dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem also insists that, to be succesfull in our lives, we need to strong to face whatever hurdles upfront and those coming back from the past to haunt us. It also say, there is no way the past glory to be brought forward unless u are sort of people love living in the past, and the respect needs to be earn again. We will start again ground up, and insha allah, Bangsaku may regain back the supremecy and the dignity it used to be closely associate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiosa Amigosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- Towering Malay should be start now. You and your family as well as ur friends and their family must put the rock foundation for the next generation to achieve something. It may not happen during our time, but we will be forever be the pillar of the Tower which will sometime in the future, Insha Allah,  regain supremecy  all around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-557060280181859500?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/557060280181859500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=557060280181859500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/557060280181859500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/557060280181859500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangsaku.html' title='Bangsaku'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-847294483392098908</id><published>2008-07-03T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:41:44.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare</title><content type='html'>I ask some of my friends which I think are 'very good' morally and sort of 'closer to Allah' to make pray that I finally be able to repent (taubat) once and for all. The reason I ask Aimi which now resides in Ozzieland and Azura who now performing her umrah in Mecca to do that (pray for me) is that I finally begin to realise that I am not really a good man actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the sins were exclusively mine for all doings, and some of them related to the other parties i.e other people who directly or indirectly lived  with me at various places.   For that I think I was living stinck and dirty, and I wish I can turn back the clock which unfortunately no one can. And since I cannot go back to clear up the history, everyday I hope that I can begin again on a clean plate. And hopefully my live would be better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of u people might think I am not that bad and the sins might be 'mild' in magnitude, but believe me, u dont really know me. Thus, when I say 'bad', that means really 'bad'. People look at me and they say I am kinda matured kind of person and they like me very much for the fact that I  am very confident of whatever I say or I do. Due to these carmofloudging, people dont really know who the real me and I also dont bother to show them what really defines me. No dirty linen washing in the public I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can assure u I have not kill anyone - thats for sure - because so far, praise to Allah, that I have the sufficient ability to control myself no matter how bad the situations are. I dont go along non constructive arguments, which in some similar situations I always concede defeat and walk away. And I also have yet to RAPE anyone and I hope I dont in the future. Nauzubillah. Please protect me from the bad, Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. I tried to clean the mess up last time, and it only lasted few days before I am back doing bad stuffs again. I dont know why. Some people say its because my will isnt that strong but how to shade off this thing? It is in my body. My soul. I was born with it. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i resorted to ask the person I trusted most to pray that finally, and hopefully I got the chance to repent. Once and for all. I want to start a new leaf and I want to paint it with great colours. I also do my part - not skipping any WAJIBAL GHUNNAH and solat - which I hope at one point in my entire life, I will get a second chance to restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good my friends. and hopefully the goodness will return back to u. Insha Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios AMigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-847294483392098908?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/847294483392098908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=847294483392098908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/847294483392098908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/847294483392098908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-333209254282448570</id><published>2008-07-02T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:48:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercepts</title><content type='html'>I am not sosio-politics blogger. Many of u already notice that from my earlier postings, which touched on love, cars, boobs, zila, etc. etc. Its not that I am like someone loves to get carried away by nice subjects, but I dont feel like adding the petrol to the already burned paddyfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked politics with my old man. Our usual primetime duel is between dinner and Isya'. For one good reason, we watched Bulletin Utama during dinner. He got his own analysis on things, so do me. And we got a common between about ideas - we dont plainly follow whoever gives us the 'intelligence'. Instead we used our faculty of mind to think things over and made our own conclusion on matters. But i have to hat down on him - his ideas are totally out of this world and some of them are now in the taking by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i am saying he is very influential, but my old man said months ago - banished the fuel subsidy all together - and now everybody is open about the concept of living without subsidy. He also said, a Bahasa Melayu + Malaysian trained doctor is the same as English+Malaysian trained doctor enrolled at any Medic School around the world. Meaning, he said knowledge is nothing to do with lingua - bring back Bahasa Melayu in our education streamline. But I oppose him on this - neither we are very patriotic as the Japanese and Koreans, nor we are very advanced like the Germans - that leaves us playing catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things certainly harder this time. The economic cake is getting smaller and smaller. This time around, we know who is the dog and who is the dog eat dog. While some minority speaks about UNITY, some others are banging about EQUALITY. Open ur eyes and see for ur self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care matey. May the forces be with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiosa Amigosa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-333209254282448570?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/333209254282448570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=333209254282448570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/333209254282448570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/333209254282448570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/07/intercepts.html' title='Intercepts'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3711853961797142054</id><published>2008-05-14T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:44:55.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Opt For....?</title><content type='html'>If you opt for a Honda Civic, you have to pay atleast 1000K per month for 108 months IF ONLY your upfront is atleast 25-30K. Lets say you work as an Engineer with monthly pay of RM3,000, owning a Honda Civic 1.8 will set u off 1/3 your monthly salary. That is, provided you 'found' somewhere on the street 25-30K for your downpayment, and with 2,000 left to spend, it is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you opt for marrying stewardess, you will have someone VERY BEAUTIFUL as your life mate, which is the ideal of all men in the world would think. But spending the rest of 60-70 years together is not all about beauty face, is it? The 'maintenance' of stewardess is said to be very high and mind boggling. But do not despair, if you want a good looking part of a woman, just work on it and satisfy your dream. No one can argue with u on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you opt for durian runtuh a.k.a winning abundance lots of money, you dont have to spend them outright. Just let the money grow itself. Put in some high interest banks and within a year, it will grow at least 6-10%. Imagine RM 1 million, the return of a year is +60K ? Thats a jolly good business I must say. But lets cut the chase, will someone ever give u RM 1 million is the first place? Chances are slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you opt for doing nothing but waiting for you viva like what I am doing now, what would u do? I wanted to turbocharge my slimming and fat losing activities. I will look for swimming class and start swimming. Meantime, in between, need to cut food intake a bit but not to the extend I end up anorexia, and will try to go to gym and jogging. So within a week, 3 fast fat losing excercise will be put to practice. Girls, here I come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiosa Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3711853961797142054?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3711853961797142054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3711853961797142054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3711853961797142054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3711853961797142054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-opt-for.html' title='If You Opt For....?'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7914507634671255328</id><published>2008-05-08T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:37:23.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Wont Work, Believe Me</title><content type='html'>Another death at the 'Racial Integration' 3 month stint a.k.a National Service Camping a.k.a National Summer Camp. Imagine the faces of parents that receive the invitation letter for their children to attend NS.. horrified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they should be. The death toll is increasing. Why would any parent send their NS trainee children to die there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Spare me the Hadiths and Al Quran intercepts. But NS is no longer a proud item like its counterpart in Korea and Japanese. In China they got this 'torture camp' which you can watch on Astro's documentary channels and the treatment to the attendee children is much worse than ours. But we have not heard anyone die there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always against this National Service which among its principles is to curb racial tensions and to improve the integrations of the races. I know those are important aspects of living in multiracial country like Malaysia. For instance, serving your dog in front of your house would be a big problem for Moslems, and I think Moslems calling others as 'Kafir' is not something taught by the Holy Quran either. The same goes to loud sounds everytime the Hindus going parades for whatever their festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS is a 3 month stint programme. Okay, the trainees got free uniforms, got allowances, good meals, given leaves on festive seasons, etc. etc. They are taught everything that might help them understanding the others and improve their national prides etc.etc. But for the past 16-17 years, some of them are breeded with wrong receipee on races, and you expect that to wash away just in...3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. I am going away. But I am not the sort of person going bashing people without anything specific solutions. Read my lips - Sekolah Wawasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Sekolah Wawasan is the ultimate solution towards curbing our racial disagrements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiosa Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7914507634671255328?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7914507634671255328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7914507634671255328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7914507634671255328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7914507634671255328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-wont-work-believe-me.html' title='It Wont Work, Believe Me'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4625669448898328938</id><published>2008-04-27T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:44:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only pay whatever worth the pay</title><content type='html'>I dont pay RM2.50 or RM3.60 for a bottle of mineral water when i go and see movies at cinemas. I may sound stingy or maybe poor, but you know I've got all the money in the world. But I just cannot pay such money for some 500ml mineral water, and for the purpose of trenching my thirst as the movies go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather bring my own 1 litre or 500ml's of self boiled drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week I bought a 500ml Secret Receipe mineral water as me and my dad and mom gone for afternoon snack. You might curse me for breaking whatever I've told you earlier, but I am letting you a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pay every money in the world for my parents. Because they totally worth every money I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a good son I am, is it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple reason was that, I dont want my parents to gulp along sugar-deluged Pepsi or Coke, and certainly they regularly sip in plain water in between or during meals. They say, if you drink sugarised water during eating, you'll be prone to have 'kayap' in the future. So, bearing that in mind, I ordered them 2 x 500ml mineral water to get along with their Chocolate Indulgence, and Black Pepper Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this very year, I would like to get myself a 1.8 Honda Civic and with RM20,000 upfront and for 108 months, I have to pay something like RM1,200 per month, which I will be very happy to oblidge. The reason is I will have a spanking new wheels to play with and to show off (lol) to my friends, and ferry my parents around. The only thing I worry is whether I can pay for the fuel. Hehe. But hell yeah, lets go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I pay RM 1,200 permonth for....lets say a girl? Nope. I would not. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I certainly dont have problems for everything, unless it becomes very unworthy of my efforts and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigosa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4625669448898328938?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4625669448898328938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4625669448898328938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4625669448898328938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4625669448898328938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-only-pay-whatever-worth-pay.html' title='I only pay whatever worth the pay'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-5144139067219748531</id><published>2008-04-22T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:09:03.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is IT (version miang-miang)</title><content type='html'>I guess this is the kind of person i am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u30/gen-m/Great%20Eastern%20Bridal%20Fashion/MJ_17693_resizecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who I am and probably I wont find anyone like her. but thats why people say 'the ultimate dream girl' is it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahh please look at her wardrobe selection. simple. beautiful. stunning. and covers every part as required by islam. this is the BEST EXAMPLE for anyone looking to seen beautiful without exposing their FLESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another photo of fifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u30/gen-m/Great%20Eastern%20Bridal%20Fashion/MJ_17688_resizecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u30/gen-m/Great%20Eastern%20Bridal%20Fashion/MJ_17696_resizecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u30/gen-m/Great%20Eastern%20Bridal%20Fashion/MJ_17682_resizecopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrggghhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiosa amigosa .tsk.tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-5144139067219748531?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/5144139067219748531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=5144139067219748531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5144139067219748531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/5144139067219748531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-it-version-miang-miang.html' title='This is IT (version miang-miang)'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u30/gen-m/Great%20Eastern%20Bridal%20Fashion/th_MJ_17693_resizecopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4425954686614045639</id><published>2008-04-22T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:53:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is IT!</title><content type='html'>It was Sir Matt's 90th birthday and the stage could not be any higher. Not any of the writers can write any script better than this. 1-0 down and in the 90th minute.  The Big Ol Ears were already dripped with Bayern Munich's colours and all the protocols for cup and medal presentations were readied for the next-coming session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, United won a righthand side corner and Beckham was on hand to take it. Peter Schmeichel was up front, throwing the last dice. It definitely was The Last Chance Saloon. Beckham whipped in, confusion all around inside Bayern's penalty box. Solsjkaer put a slight heading to deviate the flight of the ball and Sheringham ended up the ball in the net with the most exquisite touch of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal. 1-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went beserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not tell you whats the kind of feeling it was at that time. Its like rising up from the dead. You should have had seen Lothar Mattaheus's face. Shell shocked. Shaken. But to all Man United fans, of course everyone was waiting for either the coming extra time and ultimately, the penalty shoot out. But they were completely to be taken away by the biggest magic football ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United pumped the ball foward after the restart. Beckham won a corner again, at the same spot like before. Everyone was gearing up in the penalty box but not Schmeichel. It would be too far a gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckham flighted in the ball, Sheringham got a touch on it and baby face assassin Solskjaer pounced the ball right into the left hand side net. 2-1. It was too much to say about cheating the death once, let alone twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cheat the death twice, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the first goal was like rising from the dead, I dont know what the feeling for this one. I swear that once the ball cross the line, there was a moment of silence as the crowd was taking sometime to consume what they were seeing. Taking grasp of what had been the most impossible act on any football game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football, bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pity for the Germans. Particularly Sammi Kuffour the defender. Images of him crying and kicking the grass in tears would be the perfect testimony of the night. Broken. and Shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Nou Camp beckones again. This is, it is the same venue. Almost the same pedigree of football match, but different football team. Barcelona FC stands in between Man United and their holy grail FINAL of the Champions League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its on TV guys. ESPN 812. 2.45am on Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football, bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiosa amigosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4425954686614045639?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4425954686614045639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4425954686614045639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4425954686614045639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4425954686614045639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-it.html' title='This is IT!'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-3127137574621854891</id><published>2008-04-18T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:08:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Lap</title><content type='html'>I am on two fronts for this coming few weeks. On one hand, I've got my M.Sc thesis to be nail down by a coming VIVA-oral presentation with internal and external examiners, and another would be the footballing side of my beloved Man United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite boring to talk about my study so lets focus on that football club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelski won last night, but it was JUST. Essien's goal was a total fluke and was little lucky I suppose. But then it was a goal and I dont have problem calling a spade, a spade. They are now, within touching distance, and only 2 point difference, things could get a bit complicated. Especially the season only have 4 games left remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made my day today, is reading Avram Grant's short YES-NO Q&amp;amp;A session with the press. Obviously he was so utterly angry with SkySport for their involvement to move last night game for live TV screening, which needed Chelski to play 2 games within 72 hours. But lets not give such reason a valid argument to permit him do what he did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, please guide yourself to any sport related newspapers. I suggest u take a peek on Thesun.co.uk or soccernet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to study front, Insha Allah, I'll get my Master done this year and then move to the next chapter-Ph.D - and then close the book of study for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos mamma mia~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-3127137574621854891?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/3127137574621854891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=3127137574621854891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3127137574621854891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/3127137574621854891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-lap.html' title='The Last Lap'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4028282550540595702</id><published>2008-03-10T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:52:44.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Romantics</title><content type='html'>Simple majority gives you the right to form a government, but still execution of plans or amendement to any law in the Parliment of Malaysia, you need atleast 2/3 of the total of MPs. Meaning, if Malaysia has 222, then do the math and you'll figure out how much support needed to...lets say, send the current SPR head to retirement. But jokes apart, thats how important a 2/3 majority is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, try say that to any BN backbenchers now, and you'll hear something like..."nevermind, Federal still in our control". Yes, couldnt agree more. But in this case, "Federal is still in our control. Just".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I do agree with that. What much you can do in States? Except for Penang and Selangor, or maybe Perak, Kedah and Kelantan had got no money and instead continually taking loans from The Federal. Penang maybe 'once' a Pearl of The Orient, but then in the last few years, it was in trouble. Outgoing CM also admit that Motorola deal was penned in order to safeguard 10,000 workforce future. Motorola was going, but Koh said it is needed here in Penang or otherwise lots of people will lose their job. Penang Bridge toll rate is stagnant for the past 8 years which according to the concessionaire agreement, when it should have increased. This is what Koh said, not me. Rumours have noted that it will be RM9.40 instead of current RM7.00 and no more special rate for TnG users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selangor has always been a gold mine for industrial players, with the previous regime gave numerous packages for investments. Infact, Selangor is the only States that proclaimed Developed States statues, back in 2007. Many of the bigwigs, blue chip companies stand in Selangor and thus the States goverment got so much in the coffers. Perak also could be quite rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think, Perak was a suprise loss. As well as Selangor. Penang was a disaster waiting to happen because DAP had exposed quite large issues regarding its faltering economic competitiveness. Many corporations have moved out of Penang in years back and DAP had utilised this to gain votes. Well, they played the right card and thus support swang towards them. Perak outgoing CM, Tajol Rosli was so devastated that he refused to talk to any media members. Thats why I said Perak was a suprise loss. Selangor too, bowed out due to the heat of Hindraf which was totally rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Indians only got less than 20% of population in malaysia? but look at the numbers of doctors in malaysia, and you will found out almost 40% of them are Indians. Yes you heard me well. 40% of doctors are Indians. But that one, they never say anything, right? Not even a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers might lie but statistic never. Infact it could not. 40% of doctors are Indians are a clear indication that they are marganilised, right? Infact their number of doctors are so high that other people start to practise ethnic cleansing. (Read it with sarcasm, please. Otherwise people will jail me). But then thats how things are. Some people loves to ruin their lifes on getting drunk, booze, and junkies, and when people say they are poor, they get very angry. And to get the records straight, Indians got 2 (TWO) higher learning institute in Melaka MANICIPAL and AIMST University and Malay has none. Chinese got one. Thank you? nevermind. Its too late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Romantic i guess. This is when things get quite rememberous. I mean, when my great grandchildren ask me about politics in Malaysia, then I will remember 2008 vividly. People say romantic is all about loving and kissing your partner, but I seriously think 12th General Election is a real romantic thing. You will never forget. Just like ur first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and cherish each other my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4028282550540595702?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4028282550540595702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4028282550540595702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4028282550540595702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4028282550540595702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-romantics.html' title='This is Romantics'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-8129782873688867301</id><published>2008-02-24T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:52:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WholeHeartly</title><content type='html'>I just have to jot something here. Its about the 12th PRU candidate nomination day, early today 24th February 2008. The elected candidates went to the their respective nomination centres, accompanied with hundreds of supporters. Some bigger names, got crowd in thousands. But, the best moment of today is that there are things that even the candidates and hundreds of their supporters missed - filling the nomination form correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most suprise one is in Dun Kijang, Kelantan, where PAS candidate won uncontested as BN's candidate has falsely admit that he's not a bankrupt. One of Kelantan's 23 DUN set is PAS's, by today's account. Then, at more famous area, MITI Minister forget to sign her copy of the nomination sheet, prompting calls of objection by the rival party. Owh ya, forget to mention, any party can object to the other's nomination if there is suspected problems - be it technical or untechnical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one area in Selangor, PAS objected to BN's candidate of using cheque instead of cash for his 'wang pertaruhan'. They say, maybe the cheque is bounced and thus, may not eligible for nomination purposes. In Rembau, one aspiring politician, contesting for Parlimentary seat, forget to fill his name correctly in the form. He missed 'Bin' before putting his father's name. You should know who he is. More hint? He is PM's Son In Law. Now that will make things more clear, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel to various protest by the opposition. They will shout and object to any irregularities, because beating BN is really damn hard. It almost impossible. David vs Goliath thing. Thats why I can understand if they are trying to disqualified the rival candidacy at the slightest chance.&lt;br /&gt;And to ruling party, these incidents do show that some of them take things very lightly. If they are soo light on filling simple forms, then how do you expect them to rule the nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont label me anything. I'm not even register as a voter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things stand now, BN lead the election with uncontested wins by 9 (2 DUNs and 7 Parlimentary's) to PAS 's 1 (Dun Kijang). That means, out of 222 seats, another 212 is up for grabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you kick the monkeys out of office by 8th March 2008. The power is in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-8129782873688867301?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/8129782873688867301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=8129782873688867301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8129782873688867301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/8129782873688867301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/02/wholeheartly.html' title='WholeHeartly'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-7064752521758531972</id><published>2008-02-22T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:38:19.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellence, Hypocrites, and GE 2008</title><content type='html'>Whats with these things people banging about rights and that they being entitled to special reservations just because they are very-important-person (VIP)? I mean, have you ever ride or drive on the motorway, and suddenly two police bikers wave the entire traffic to slow down in order to give way for few Merc and heavily tinted cars, 4x4s, and at the back, being escorted with police cars? I dont have any problem slowing down for ambulances, because there is real emergency on people being hurried to medical centres. But heavily tinted Mercs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I call those people, hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They preached people to obey road rules and never to exceed the speed limits. They infact, want you to drive and ride so slow because they say speed kills. Now prove to me that speed kills? You can't, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also the same people talking about how people should take extra care on their safety and not to tint their windows heavily because its kinda hard to see whats happening inside the car. Well, are they worried about people get strangled in the car or couples having sex in it? I dont know, there's never been enough explanation on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont pay for fuels, do they? Because from the norms I've been told, the driver filled up the cars and he drives them according to the schedule given by someone else. Those people just bump into passenger seats and maybe dozed off before they reach the destination. And also, they change cars every 5 years because of government policy on its own fleet of vehicles - each year, the depreciation is at a steady 20%, and by 5 years of usage, the vehicle is no longer 'at any value'. And they call this, total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the preaches they made as I mention above, 99% of them disobeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest some of them to drive on their own, fill the petrol themselve in order to see whats really what on the road. Maybe the people related to DBKL can know something significant by they themselve trapped in traffic jams. Or Minister of Transportation can board the LRT and see they way the train behaves on 'Full Load' a.k.a Sardines Train. And i also strongly suggest those people taking on Mat Rempit to ride at night to see the real Rempits and from there, he can take appropriate measures on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said so because this coming General Election, there will be many promises and sweets given away to the prospective supporters. Lembah Pantai for instance, are giving holidays and goodies to the people, and Seputeh got all road signs translated into 4 languages, just to show how Malaysian she is. Ceramahs and night rallies will be the exact places for you to wander around and write down all their promises. And please take care of yourself because they will be very, very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I say, the current governing party will win it again. Because of one good reason - the oppositions are not contesting enough places. Contesting is one thing and winning is another. But if you dont contest enough places, then how come you say you gonna rule the nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just stupidity at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th March, our 12th GE will commence. Thus, use your faculty of mind to think before casting your vote. Whether this man or this woman is good or not? Or has he or she got the ideas of how to improve our areas? Think. I am not voting this time around, because I dont bother to register in the first place. Brilliant, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote is too valuable for a bunch of monkeys I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos and Happy Voting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-7064752521758531972?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/7064752521758531972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=7064752521758531972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7064752521758531972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/7064752521758531972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/02/excellence-hypocrites-and-ge-2008.html' title='Excellence, Hypocrites, and GE 2008'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-4112910293764937320</id><published>2008-02-05T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:12:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Deliver, I Pay</title><content type='html'>I have to take the beat off President Men this time for a bigger challenge in our own Modal Insan - Human Capitalisation - and this time is about the pay-and-deliver cliche. As far as I can tell, 25 years of living in my place, the method is all about I Pay and You Deliver, which I think all of us ever experienced before, that the delivery has been none other than rubbish and full of Bullshit. I dare not to sensor any of the words because I was so fucked up with these attitudes of wanting the carrot first then the deliverance which never up to the maximum value of payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay big money for a car, which its pieces broken down and it not even a year old.&lt;br /&gt;You part with not so small money every month for utility bills, and then those lines arent working at times.&lt;br /&gt;You pay for the newspapers delivery every morning, but yet you only be able to read them at nights. The vendors never come at the right time when they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes to our local scene of entertainment. To be specific - movie scene. Local movie scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be blunt and to be honest, I am not gonna pay for some people making stupid jokes like those of Senario jokers. I am not even going to think twice about going to local movies on haunted and ghostery because they give me headache instead of giving me pleasure moments. And of course, love stories, which usually rake up millions of RM have not have any place on my must-watch-movie list. Sorry for sticking the knife so hard and so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a good example of movie that I think is well done and well prepared is American Gangster. For those who has not watch it, I give 5 star rating to encourage you to go and watch it. Or if I am someone like Khairy Jamaluddin, surely I'll buy out the entire outlet for you to watch it FOC. But again, I am nobody and you have got to pay for yourself. But stay with me on this, its going to be a magnificient moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Gangster casts are of the legendary Denzel Washington and the Ozzie's Gladiator, which to my stupidity, I cant remember his name. But that doesnt matter because what I am stressing is the Quality of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage in American Gangster is set circa 1960s and 1970s. To my astounding shock, every BIT and every single thing they got, are all 1970s. The cars, the buses, lorries, clothings, dresses, shoes, musics, scenarios. Everything. All are perfect. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the actors. They really do their homework in imitating the 1970s way of talking, and way of interacting to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant continue writing on this because I have the soft copy, uncut version of American Gangster and I wanna watch it AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- remember, YOU DELIVER and I PAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-4112910293764937320?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/4112910293764937320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=4112910293764937320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4112910293764937320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/4112910293764937320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-deliver-i-pay.html' title='You Deliver, I Pay'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2279301773454111197</id><published>2008-02-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:22:48.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The President Men Part 1 - France</title><content type='html'>We will now see what or rather who made a top figure such as a Prime Minister or a President look good, or commanding; depending on the selections of The President Men by the top man himself. This time, we will investigate the men surrounding French President Nicholas Sarkozy, after his sweeping take over of France, some 5 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His inner cabinet, or what I call Little Napoleans, consist of 4 individuals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Henri GUAINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential speech writer and political strategist. An eccentric, Mr Guaino is convinced by the primacy of political will over economic orthodoxy and technocratic conventions. The economist and former academic espouses national industrial champions, economic-demand management and social justice. He is a “social Gaullist” of the old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Claude GUÉANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said to be more powerful than the French Prime Minister, Claude is the secretary of the chief of staff.  The gatekeeper to the president and enforcer of his decisions.  An administrator par excellence, he spent nearly all of his career in the interior ministry, as a prefect, head of the police and then as chief of staff to Nicolas Sarkozy when he was interior minister.  Mr Guéant is the president’s most trusted lieutenant, head of the government in all but name. Ministers would rather seek his approval than that of François Fillon, the real prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jean-David LEVITTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often shadows President Sarkozy on oversea trips, and dubbed as the 'Diplomator'. He has greater influence on determining the foreign policy of the nation, much more than the poftfolio holder, the flamboyant Bernard Kouchner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) François PEROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The“Meccano Man” of the French government, the adviser charged by President Nicolas Sarkozy with fitting together the pieces of his industrial and economic strategy. Mr Perol is to all intents and purposes France’s real industry minister and the eminence grise behind Mr Sarkozy’s ambition to create new French champions, particularly in the defence and energy sectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that President Sarkozy or any other top figure of the world either helpless or not knowing what they should or suppose to do. But, without these 4 men, I believe the French President will not be able to execute his policies and plans as well as these 4 men are around and most important thing is that, the 4 men are of the highest trusted figure by the top man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2279301773454111197?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2279301773454111197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2279301773454111197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2279301773454111197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2279301773454111197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-president-men-part-1-france.html' title='All The President Men Part 1 - France'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003314540396949368.post-2020743145628798406</id><published>2008-01-30T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:54:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have To</title><content type='html'>Meet Dr Mahathir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I have to meet him. Sooner or later. But it must be sooner. That Grand Old Man is already past 80. 82 to be exact.  I was born and lived under him for quite number of years - 22, before he retired. Or stepped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born more or less the same time he became the Prime Minister. I must agree that it was his doings and policies that made what I am now - apart from my parents and my own hardwork though. Starting from the 'Tin Melo' car, Proton, up until his last 'sermon' as OIC head as well as Malaysian PM, which he turned the table on the Jewish; saying that they rule the world by proxy. Even though it seem nobody was interested to investigate his claim, it looked like there is a decent truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ideas and ruthlessness in executing what he believed to be good for the nation, were simply mind blowing. Who ever bother about generalising the time line for Malaysia, which what he did in the early 1980s. At that time, Sabah and Sarawak were 30 minutes 'faster' than us, which was very problematic for domestic businesses and administrative. Then we got that Proton and Penang Bridge. The bridge was something the opposition were against all out, but some 20 years later, it is proven as the strategic decision to have one linkage from mainland to the island. Then we got the Commonwealth and Twin Towers which propelled Malaysia to the eyes of the world. Its like you see Pyramids, then automatically you think of Egypt or The Phraohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Twin Towers, then its Malaysia. Now, the world has been announced of Malaysia arrival to the international stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fights this man had to endure during his time, were all of huge magnitude and over the edge scenario. But, for each fight, he came alive. Bruised of course, but well alive. We have had that 1987 incidents, which many of us not really know, that the 'temporary' PM was MCA head honcho - Lim Leong Sik. Then of course, we got Anwar Ibrahim, who was his mentee, and sadly, turned against him. Anwar tried to get rid his mentor and I think, it was sooooo UN-melayu. and stupid. moronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Melaka bus station in Jalan Tun Ali when I heard and watched the 2002 UMNO General Assembly, where he announced his resignation from all cabinet and party post. Which resulted he broke down in tears live on national TV. For those who watch the GA that afternoon, was totally shocked and dumbfounded. The PM had resigned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must meet this extraordinary man. If I failed to do so, I might as well, will not forgive myself. But when I got the chance to see him, and shaking his hand, I am afraid, I cannot utter even a word. Instead, I will be blowned by my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down in tears in front of him is not exactly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think, after shaking his hand and give him my Terima Kasih, I will walk away. Knowing I have already meet Malaysia's Greatest Man of All Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003314540396949368-2020743145628798406?l=momorantings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/feeds/2020743145628798406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7003314540396949368&amp;postID=2020743145628798406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2020743145628798406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003314540396949368/posts/default/2020743145628798406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momorantings.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-to.html' title='I Have To'/><author><name>momo zaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02617400157493518395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfwT0wAXOf4/Tgt5QpVB8hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hRNLWWrQl6I/s220/DSC00524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
